Marriage falling apart for years. Dying its slow, excrutiating, smothering death. Couldn't keep pretending that everything was okay. That I wasn't lost. Alone raising a whole bunch of little kids. Desperate house wife in small town USA.
Betty Evertz said I might like this church in Billings. Can I say that God made me brave? Sat in the back, hiding and weeping. Like puzzle pieces locking into place, the picture began to take shape for me. The Word came alive. He washed my life. CLEAN! He flipped it! And my husband too. Marriage and kids.
Jesus. The Man on the tree. Set me free.
[And this is harder than it looks! :)]