My Powerful Jesus Journey

I remember when I was in highschool there was a particular day my grandma decided to give some advice, ”if I give just one piece of advice to you, don't marry the first guy who asks you." Well, she was right, that was pretty much the only piece of advice she really gave me. Also, she was right and I'm thankful I listened to her. I had dated a particular guy on and off for a few years. As much as I cared for him, I never really took him seriously. I guess deep down I knew that regardless of what he said to me, he really didn't take me seriously. Yes, he had asked me to marry him. Needless to say, that didn't happen... Thank you, grandma, for giving me that piece of advice. I also thank the Holy Spirit for already working in me back then!

My upbringing was not a pleasant one. I grew up with my mom who had different men in and out of her life. She married when I was 1 to a man that wasn't my dad but I had thought he was my dad. He'd take me for walks, play with me at the parks, even read me bedtime stories. When I was 5, they divorced. Up until that point, my mom had been a stay at home mom. We occasionally bumped heads but not often and she was a pretty good mom especially since things for her were settled and she was supported in her parenting of me by her husband. After they were divorced, she changed. I understand why and my heart goes out to her, for all of the hurting in different areas she was feeling. Because my mom was a single mom trying to take care of me the best she could, my grandma and her husband let us live with them for awhile. We next moved into an apartment and they continued to watch me when I wasn't in school. That summer, my grandma's husband molested me multiple times... The...