That is the hardest pill to swallow. I think of this and I cry, then I get mad, and finally I trust in God.
"Like my tattoo – the memory will always be there, an image burned just under the skin"
This is not an easy decision. I prayed over it, talked with Greg about it, and researched more than my brain could stand sometimes.
It starts and ends in Love...
To let my tears flow uncontrolled in front of others was unacceptable.
I stopped and listened. Tell the story, He said again. My story, His story, the journey to becoming that which He created me to be - His beloved child.
I was horrified and sickened at what I just witnessed. In a split second, my spirit took over and one thought came to me, “Call on Jesus, Call His Name, Call Him NOW!”