Depression. Oh the pain of heart pain. None to be equaled.

Depression is a very difficult subject to understand,
to discuss,
to live with,
to handle,
to be around …

Do you ever stop and think about what in your life is a comfort that shouldn’t be?

Is there something that consumes your thoughts in such a way that you know it isn’t healthy or productive but you go there anyway?

BEWARE! That’s a trap. Beware because it can enslave you and affect everyone around you.

I know without a shadow of a doubt that the hole in your heart can only be successfully filled by One.

Let that hole be filled.

Fighting without God is like losing before you even start.

We were not made to be alone.

“Where can I go from your Spirit? Or where can I flee from your presence? If I ascend to heaven, you are there; if I make my bed in hell, you are there” ~ Psalm 139

My story may be different from any you’ve ever heard… but parts might be just what you’ve lived. Share with me. I’m ALL IN to love.




The self loathing was a ‘beyond my control, caught in my throat’ kind of oppression. It led to the most emotionally excruciating pain I have ever experienced. The conversations in my mind were increasingly evil. So loud, yet they somehow made perfect sense to me.

I planned ways to die. I yearned deep in my soul to leave the pain behind forever. I saw no end in sight. I would hear a voice whisper with such evil force, “You are not worth anything.” That was an awful voice, but it was familiar.

Yet, I faintly heard another voice that never left me. Screaming, in the most comforting way, to help me. God's Light Can Help a Christian with Depression


My life did not start out full of peace and happiness that I solidly know today. It was hard, heavy, full of depression and darkness — even as far back as I can remember. Troubled to the point of destruction, yet cared for the by the protective Hand of God even when I didn’t recognize it or admit it or want it.

The divorce of my parents and suicide of my father all before the age of 10 weighed heavily on my heart and mind. I knew really nothing of the circumstances at the time, except that my mom loved me and my brother and took care of us no matter the sacrifice; and that my dad loved us and he left us. Carefully digesting that in my mind and heart was not possible for me for many years. Because I had very little understanding or direction, my thoughts took me deeper into the pattern that would nearly destroy me. The concern that someone else I loved might eventually leave, too, haunted me day and night.

Have you ever felt that way? Even for a minute in your life? It is a scary feeling, isn’t it? We were not made to be alone.

That thought became demonizing to me as a young girl. During those early years of my life, I dwelled on the memory of seeing my dad with drugs and alcohol — annihilating his life — and seeing him cry on my shoulder with tears large and heavy. That burden, chewing away at my consciousness, drove me deep into a fantasy world that mirrored what virtual reality would look like before it was even invented.

I found myself lying in bed each night exhausted trying to listen to what was going on in the house; listening for my mother’s voice, her breath. On any given night, I could hear the wind slam against the windows, the house creak with settling, my heartbeat racing wildly to stay on alert.

My greatest fear was that she also would leave in the middle of the night never to return. She gave me no reason to think this. She gave everything of herself to me and my brother. We felt her protection. It was my mind working overtime and the effect of the attack that was trying to destroy who I was to become.

Not an easy way to fall asleep every night — thinking about such things. Deep and dark and tormented. It took every ounce of energy in my tired body and mind to hold myself up against the negative force that was oddly becoming my friend.

The Battle OF My Mind Was IN My Mind.

This pain and fear worsened as I grew older and found relationships of all kinds to be hard to handle. I was always busy trying to make sure that other people liked me enough not to leave me. I felt in competition with others and within myself. I thought if I could stay “in control” everything would be just fine. Yet, I found my irrational side taking control and ruining everything I held dear. It all was a huge conflict that I wore like a heavy winter coat pushing my shoulders down so that it was hard to even walk.

As I grew into my teenage years, I succumbed to all sorts of abuses. I found myself in very dangerous situations — nearly dying on many occasions — sometimes at the hand of others and sometimes by my own doing. All of these things worried me immensely, but I could not stop. The fear controlled me all while fooling me that I was in control. In some weird way I guess I felt comfortable in my ill-thought ways. Probably because it had become all I knew. It is all very hard to put into words. But the battle OF my mind was IN my mind.

Do you ever stop and think about what in your life is a comfort that shouldn’t be?
Is there something that consumes your thoughts in such a way that you know it isn’t healthy or productive but you go there anyway? That’s a trap. Beware because it can enslave you and affect everyone around you.

Sadly, I believed I could continue to handle it all silently. My mind was being beaten and I didn’t know the depths to which it would sink.

We were not made to be alone.


I had terrible thoughts constantly of hating myself, of how no one liked me, really of how everyone hated me. I would hear a voice whisper that I was not worth anything. That was an awful voice — but it was familiar.

Yet I faintly heard another voice that never left me. It was screaming, in the most comforting way, to get out and help me.

I felt I had no where to turn.
I didn’t want to burden my mother or the new father in my life because they loved me.
I didn’t have many friends and was bullied in school, so I hated going to school.
I longed to be the center of attention to gain approval.
I wanted to please everyone but seemed to please NO ONE.
I had so much anger and I cried much of the time, yet felt invincible and elated other times.
I developed an obsessive compulsive disorder for a while — obviously a cranked up way of control.
I didn’t even want to get out of bed most of the time because the attacks were relentless.

Do you see the pattern there?

I … I … I

Until I learned that it was not ‘I‘ but ‘We’, nothing would change. Nothing. Not ONE thing.

I was in my very own ‘day in — day out’ life — just harsher than normal.
Always looking for the answer to THAT question.

DYING TO LIVE Can Christians Use Medicine for Depression

At age 15 I turned to a friend and trusted teacher for help, and that took an immense amount of courage and energy. They persuaded me to talk to my mother, because even though it would be painful for her they knew I was dying to live — freed from the pain. I did just that, and eventually was told I had Manic Depression – what is now called Bipolar Disorder – because of the dramatic alternating mood swings. Some were of extreme happiness or mania and others were of hopelessness and despair; back and forth with a dash of normal in between.

But as all medical knowledge evolves, I can look back now and see it was probably caused by something like Borderline Personality Disorder – or a symptom of another birth disorder I’ve since found that I have – as the episodes were often minutes apart, not months apart. The things I was perceiving in my environment would greatly affect the mood I experienced. The fact is that the diagnosis only matters from a scientific standpoint, because most of the same medicines and therapies are used for both diseases. And, does it really matter what they tell you that you may have when all you are looking for is peace of mind? Although I needed the medicine at the time, I am still not convinced that medical science has it all right. Getting help at the time is, however, extremely important. Help from all good methods.


The dueling voices in my mind were fighting a battle before I even realized it. I would sit completely alone staring at the wall noticing every crack on it as if they were every problem I had in my cracked up life. I could feel the overwhelming presence of evil — lurking, trying to draw me in. It was brutal and inhuman. It was hard to breathe, all around me like a fog. The dark shadows possessed something that was trying hard to make me lose control completely. I would have bouts of sitting in the corner of my room crying incessantly and pulling my hair out of my head because I could not get the demonic thoughts out. I felt trapped and it was the scariest thing I had ever experienced, even after going through the years of anxiety. The thoughts of hatred, shame, and wanting to die were so consuming that I felt like I was living inside another realm screaming with every ounce of breath “LET ME OUT!” Fear was all I knew — and it almost became a comfort to me. Had that happened I know that I certainly would not be alive writing this. The demonic feeling was far worse than any horror movie. They really can’t capture that experience on film, and I am having a very difficult time recounting it on “paper”.

I was being bombarded constantly with morbid thoughts beyond comprehension. I hated myself even more because I felt disgusted and depressed. I felt unworthy of anything and everybody. Even in the midst of that anguish, I knew that if I didn’t get help I would end up taking my own life to end the pain. I found myself at a point in which I was planning my own death with intricate details. I felt myself slipping gradually into a pit of darkness falling not hard and fast, but so slowly in a spiral that it was sucking the life completely out of my soul.

After going through these horrible things for years, I went searching. You see, I was desperate. Desperate for answers, for sleep, for love, for help. Desperate for peace.

I cried out to God, “Why are you letting this happen to me?”

I had to cry out — even if I didn’t really know God.

I had gone to church now and then when I was young. Not often. But enough to know a little about God. I had been reading a Bible my mom had given to me, in hopes that God was real and would answer me. I was searching for an answer to get away from the nightmare.

I looked toward the New Age attitude of “Peace Within Yourself” — the “I’m Okay, You’re Okay” mentality. Epic failure that was. No one is really Okay. And why would anyone strive to be just “okay”?

I turned to all the “self-help” gurus. You know the ones. They are still on television and writing books today, because so many fall into the trap of believing they can do this all on their own.

I tried the “religion” thing. Do this and that so you can get this and that.

I turned to the metaphysical and paranormal for answers. Let me assure you of something here and now that I know for a fact:

You call the demons… they will answer.

I fought them hard, but mostly by myself. If only I had turned to God. I did not put my full trust in Him. None of what we try on our own works and fighting without God is like losing before you even start. Nothing gave me the Peace of MIND that I was looking for so desperately. Nothing.

I found no answer in the religion and new age studies I was trying to focus on.

I continued to make choices that were just stupid and ill-conceived even as I sought help. Really — hear me carefully now — it is all about CHOICE. I don’t mean to say that the diagnosis and medical treatment were wrong to seek out or even not needed at that time, nor am I trying to minimize anything similar that anyone experiences, because it is a hell on earth to which some feel they can never return. BUT, what I am saying is that every day we all wake up faced with choices, some tiny, some huge, but choices which will likely impact us greatly and also those around us. It was not until I started to view every single choice I had to make as one that would set the course for the rest of my life that everything started to change, especially my heart.

Do Christians Have Depression, Can God Heal Depression


I grew to know that the battle was certainly not of this world. I would cry out to God. IF ONLY HE’D HEAR ME! But each time the depression and pain took me over. This disease that crippled my mind made me feel frightened for my life either way I looked at it. I realize now I was not looking for how God was in it. He was. Oh, He certainly was.

Although I didn’t understand much, I did understand one thing. I believed, with only a tiny amount of faith, that God had shown me that He was in fact real — and if that was true then I kept hope that He might help me. That choice to have that tiny bit of faith was a pivotal point in my life. I had asked and accepted Jesus into my life at age 16, but it was not until my late teen years and early twenties — the peak of all that I have described — that I started to focus on Him.

The only thing that had kept me alive during that time was the promise I made to God and to my mother (although she was unaware) that I would not take my own life. I believed He had given it to me and so I did not want to hurt Him, and I did not want to hurt my mother. I turned to God just enough.

Let me say that one more time. I turned to God – Just Enough.

It is a sad thing I have learned: that so many people give God “just enough” when we could experience all He has for us if we would just give Him all we’ve got.

At times, I had wondered if He really cared because my pain didn’t end when I became a Christian. I just didn’t GET IT like I did later and certainly not like I do now. He got it though. And that my friends, is all that mattered. He never abandoned me nor left me. He is always faithful. Jesus had me for eternity, and Satan knew it, but that was not going to stop him from trying to destroy my life. What I went through was not human. I made it human with my choices however and the battle raged on. The saddest part is that I continued to let that happen. No one could convince me that Satan was not a real force in this world after what I had experienced. Call evil – it will answer.

But God was there – and bigger.

I now know that Jesus had in His Will to never leave me and watched thoughtfully, knowing He would prevail. He waited patiently, hearing and answering my prayers to just stay afloat. That is all I prayed for at the time. To just stay afloat. I eventually learned — God didn’t cause the pain. He doesn’t want us to hurt. We cause so much pain ourselves.

He wanted to bring me through it for His plans. They are greater than my own. When I asked him with even a small amount of faith, He reached His hand deep into the pit of despair I was in and He grabbed my stretched out hand to pull me to peace and love and life. All that I had been searching for, He had in His hand.

I reached out. He loved. I loved. I chose.

If I could shout one thing for every human being to hear it would be this:
God has a plan for you. He wants to have a relationship with you. He loves you. YOU.


God completely healed me of this disease and depression in June of 1997. In a prayer, in an instant, I was healed after 25 years of the pain. That powerful story is below because this story is not finished! No way is it finished!


How Healing Moments Lead to Ultimate Healing

I sat there listening intently to the words coming out of that Prison Minister’s mouth. No, I wasn’t in prison. Or wait…

I suppose I was in my own prison.

So I listened to the Pastor who traveled to prisons to win the hearts and souls for Christ as God had ordained Him to do. He reached out to those who chose the bars of a prison cell by the actions they had committed. He was visiting our church that evening to share those stories with us, and to speak of healing as it fell inside God’s plan.

I may have not chosen those steel prison cell bars in my life during those first 27 years, but I certainly had chosen to accept prison bars around my heart, my soul, and my mind. Bars that kept me tied to a fear and loathing that was too hard to bare. Bars that no one could break except Jesus, the one who was standing in that prison cell with me.

But that night I heard this Pastor’s call to pray with such great resounding echoes in that church that the words came at me lightening fast. I sat there hearing his call to anyone who wanted to pray for healing. I had read in the Bible that not everyone was healed (like Paul with that thorn in his side), but also that it was not God who inflicted us, but rather He allowed certain things to happen to us that would then see glory brought to Him when it was brought to Light in an ugly dark world.

I decided to stand when I heard “Go and be healed.”

Heather Mertens | A Healing Miracle | 40YearWanderer

“I want that healing, God. I have been talking this over with you for a very, very long time. Tonight, I believe you want to work that miracle.”

I wanted to be a part of His helping others through the healing process. I stood up slowly. It was as if time had stood still. Every step I took was weighted with trepidation, yet bouncy hope. Every breath was nearly truncated to an anxious gulp. As I walked to the front to pray with this man who had seen murderers redeemed, my thoughts were turned to the fact that I had chosen such hatred in my mind. Was I less of a killer than they? Was I really behind any different prison bars than they? Would not mine dissipate with freedom as theirs did when they were redeemed and healed and forgiven of the atrocities that got them steel bars?

“I will be healed tonight, Lord. I know it as well as I know my own name.”

As I was held tight in this pastor’s grip and we prayed together, God released a miraculous healing power like I had never seen or known.

… I need to stop typing a minute… the tears of thankfulness are not allowing me to see the screen …

{{Precious friend, I know you know tears. Tears of anguish and anger and hope and desperateness. I know you long for tears of victory in the full healing. I pray, right now, Jesus, through my tears, that You would reach down and heal the friend who reads this with hope that clings to every breath they take. Your timing is crucially important to the bigness of Your plan, so I pray that even in the wait, my friend reading this sees that there is healing in the everyday wait, that blessings are born from other blessings. Amen.}}

I was healed that night during that prayer with the Prison Pastor. In that instant, over 25 years of fighting the beast of clinical depression, through this awful brain disease of chemical malfunction, became as truncated as those breaths I took with every step to that pastor to pray and believe with me. This disease that nearly stole my life was arrested in that moment and bound forever. My prison bars were gone. The walls had come tumbling down, and I was free!

It was not that pastor who healed. He only asked and believed with me…

“For where two or three are gathered together in My name, I am there among them.” ~ Matthew 18:20 (HSCB)

It was not a certain amount or level of faith that he or I had that healed. We simply trusted God was leading me to that healing in that moment.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not rely on your own understanding; ~ Proverbs 3:5 (HCSB)

It was not good deeds, or certain works, or a protocol for healing that gave me my entire health and life back that night.

It was God. Pure and simple. God restored and I accepted. It was a moment that represented a culmination of many years of getting to know God better and relinquishing control I thought I had, or needed, to feel better, and one of getting rid of the sin that I chose in anger and solitude. It was a culmination of trusting and asking God for healing. It was even a moment of repentance. It was a moment that culminated to a place where I knew that I knew that I knew…

He would heal and use that healing for His glory. He would heal me and I would be free. That moment is one of the most significant things to happen in my life.

Important days… they are life giving:

~ giving my life to Christ and excepting his gift of salvation,
~ marrying my husband,
~ the birth of our daughter,
~ the healing my husband experienced in the hospital in 2008,
….. and that moment of my healing in June 1997.

Those days mark my life with beauty and grace and love beyond anything human.

They are days God showed up so amazingly in my life that His presence demanded that everything else wait.

I went home after that prayer, and I knew. I threw all of the depression medicine away that night.

{I don’t recommend that to anyone outside of a miracle, because stopping those types of medications can throw people into a worse depression then they are in. In fact, the doctors warn against stopping those types of medications abruptly.}

But when it comes to a conversation between soul and spirit and God like I had that night, you just know. I knew nothing more in that moment except that God stepped from heaven, entered my world, and removed the beast that had plagued me for so long. And it would bring Him glory and me peace. Beautiful, prison-free PEACE.

There is not a day that I breathe that I’m not thankful for what He did in that moment. That is why I cry so quickly when recalling it to this level.

If you are still waiting with truncated breath and weighted steps of hope, I encourage you to find the blessing in each day, each moment that is there to birth more blessing on the way to your healing. Ask God to provide trusting, caring doctors and the right medications and therapies to help inside the wait. And look for those you may be able to bless in the hard moments, in the doctor and therapy visits, in your church, at your job, in life.

Friends, life is where it is all at… in the wait. Jesus doesn’t want us to try to control it all or barricade ourselves up to avoid what may come. He has life for us to live, and more abundant lives He promises. And know that this is Truth: He always keeps His promises.

I am ALWAYS open to talking with you. But even if you are not ready to talk, remember if you are going through this please DO NOT STOP looking to Him. He has a plan and in the end, you will see it. He loves you right through it.

You (I) + God = We

Don’t go through it alone. Please.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD. – Isaiah 55:8

I know without a shadow of a doubt that the hole in your heart can only be successfully filled by One.
Let that hole be filled.

Fighting without God is like losing before you even start.




42 thoughts on “A Comfort That Shouldn’t Be {A Healing Miracle: My Story of Why I Am No Longer ALONE}

  1. Wow. You have such a powerful and beautiful story of God’s love and healing. I’m so glad you write about it – so many people need to hear the hope that’s in your experience. My greatest sadness is knowing there are people in the world who feel alone and doomed in their torment. May God’s love and truth in your life be the reason others are set free.

    I’m glad we are connected and share so much similar history and healing. Blessings to you.

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    1. Lori,
      I thank you with all my heart for the encouragement! I am thankful for every glimpse the Lord gives me when my story – HIStory through me – does set people free. I am just as thankful for all He does that I may not get a glimpse of because I do this for Him and that is all I need.
      I look forward to getting to know your story better.
      God bless you!
      – Heather


  2. Heather, I would like to reblog this on my blog and even translate it into spanish. My husband and I work with prostitutes, drug addicts and will be working with victims of human trafficking as well and your testimony is a first hand account of triumphing through your choice to choose Jesus. I believe that medicine will help a person feel normal so that they can choose, but not a means by which to stay in forever. Correct me if I am wrong, please. Let me know if I can reblog it.

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    1. Hello Adeline,
      Thank you so very, very much for your kind and encouraging comment about my life story. I would be honored for you to reblog it. I ONLY do this for Christ and what He has done for me needs to be heard. As He uses it then I know am inside His calling. There is no shame or condemnation in Him who loves us so. So I feel no shame but honor to tell my story!

      I do not believe you are wrong, in fact I agree – medicine is something God uses to bring people to a grounded place sometimes. He has many methods but it is all a choice by us in the end. I have not taken the medicine for 16 years since the night I got healed. I will be writing about that in the next week or so. You may or may not want to use that part 2 right away in your mission but it will be there for those you feel led to share it with as well. It will be less about the medicine and methods and more about the choice of just letting God be God in our lives. In fact my whole blog is about just that – It is all about the relationship with Him.

      May God bless your work mightily!!!
      Please keep in touch. I’d love to hear about your mission more!

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  3. Reblogged this on Dancing In The Storm and commented:
    I read this today and felt that the author, Heather Mertens has written on something that is destroying many lives and is very relevant today but has also shown firsthand how when she CHOSE to not walk alone, but with her God, she began to experience the freedom and life that can come only from Him, which can transform us from the inside out.

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  4. Reblogged this on Where are you… Where are you Going? and commented:
    The self loathing was a ‘beyond my control, caught in my throat’ kind of oppression. It led to the most emotionally excruciating pain I have ever experienced. The conversations in my mind were increasingly evil. So loud, yet they somehow made perfect sense to me.

    I planned ways to die. I yearned deep in my soul to leave the pain behind forever. I saw no end in sight. I would hear a voice whisper with such evil force, “You are not worth anything.” That was an awful voice, but it was familiar.

    Yet, I faintly heard another voice that never left me. Screaming, in the most comforting way, to help me.

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  5. Heather, my own story parallels yours on several points. My parents divorced when I was a baby. He gave me up for adoption, though, becoming “dead” to me. What’s worse, he gave me up to a man who hated my dad’s guts…and took it out on me in countless ways. Trauma was such that I developed DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder).

    The voices…oh how I hated the voices. Thank the Lord, they’ve been silenced!

    I attempted suicide a few times…no note, no drama, I just wanted out. I thought my continued existence meant even God didn’t want me. Oh what a cruel enemy we have!

    It took almost forty years before God’s love for me finally broke through. Now I know that I am His beloved, and that is enough. God is so very good!

    Singing His praise!

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      1. Will do. There’s so much to tell. I just returned from my “check-up” with my pastor’s wife, Barbara. We marveled together at the work the Lord has done in me these last eight years. I am a freaking walking miracle – I am boasting in the Lord here, for He has done it all! We cried and praised – there was nothing to work through. Wow!

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  6. In some ways we are not so different… I had a dysfunctional childhood as my father had been restrained from our home by the time I was born …he was an alcoholic,gambler and womanizer… I was the last of 10 children and I missed not having a father growing up a great deal. I was plagued with depression for most of my adult life (even when Iook back in some of my childhood years).. It would come and go and I was a Christian and calling out to God … I managed to raise 3 beautiful children with my husband. But I can remember even now a couple (maybe more) but very specific instances when satan paid me a visit …I felt ‘evil’ all around me and grabbed my Bible and prayed… and eventually he left, I have been free from depression for about 4 + years now but recent events are causing me to stress but with God’s help I will not go back to that awful place where I too just despaired of life…. Diane

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    1. Diane
      Thank you for sharing so candidly. I also read your more current post about this difficult time.
      I shared this with someone today and would like to share it with you:

      Not all situations are the same, and neither are God’s plans for each of us. But one Truth remains for us to grasp tight of… He will help all that call on Him. Some of us just need to call on Him several hundred times a day when going through something BIG. And He is okay with that.

      Continue to focus on Him. In every single moment.

      Praying for you,


    1. I know, Cheryl! His awesomeness is so overwhelming to me when I focus in on Him alone. What He brought me through has made me who I am today … being transformed into what He has planned. 🙂 I am sure you feel the same since the really hard things we went through opened our eyes and hearts to it. Amen!


  7. Oh Heather, what a story, what a God!! Let that hole be filled….so thankful you never gave up and that promise you made to your mother kept you from doing anything drastic. But more importantly God’s hand on your life kept you until you could find your way HOME….Thank you for sharing this again because I didn’t know you in February friend. ♥

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  8. I love this. ❤ I know the reason I love reading this is because it's a testimony of some of the things I know so well…and God's amazing victory over the "stuff" of life. You encourage me. Always.

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    1. Jennifer,
      I don’t know how I missed this comment! Oh yes… menopause brain, fibro fog, or it could be wordpress-chaos. Hee hee.
      I really appreciate your words, your love, your friendship. If you ever want an ear to listen and a heart of encouragement about your story… I am here. Always.



  9. Oh my sweet Heather. You have gone through so much. I was encouraged by your testimony. I trust that someday my daughter will be healed. His timing is perfect. Thank you for letting us know Bipolar is not a death sentence. He can transform it into life – life more abundantly.

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    1. Oh Chris! How on earth did I miss this comment last summer! I am sooo sorry! My wordpress is wonky sometimes. :-/ I know you and I chatted on FB, and still do, but I want to thank you for this lovely comment. I am praying for your daughter. ❤


      1. Thank you for your reply. She is bi-polar so the ups and downs continue. I have had to let her go because if I don’t she will never feel desperate enough to do something about it and takes her meds. It’s easier to take it out on mom and let her do the worrying,crying and yes, praying. I am who I am today because of things that happen to me. God allows what He allows and all things work together for good.

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  10. You have written a beautiful story, I am a new Christian learning to walk with God. God has helped me heal from so many emotion throughout life. I lived with an alcoholic husband for so many year and now I walk free with God. I am trying to put my story together but it is a challenge so far it is on my blog.

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