I digress: Let me go back a few years before my illness.
When I became a teenager, like most I rebelled. I got pregnant out of wed-lock, then married the abusive bad boy that had gotten me pregnant (even though I didn't love him). I divorced him after he beat me causing early labor, (my daughter born premature).
I was a biker chick fighting with anyone, just because I was bored.
Got a job as a stripper, drinking and doing drugs at the time.
Most of all, I rebelled against Christianity and God. I had given my life to Christ when I was 8 yrs old, at that time He wrote His name on my heart.
That's when I ran! I found myself in the Satanic cult. Sounds scary I know. It was!
God allowed me to rebel to the brink of death, and then He said, "She's mine." And brought me back to Him.
The younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living.
So he got up and went to his father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.
Luke 15: 13 & 20
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