OK. I think it’s time to start writing my story. My husband has been telling me to do this for years. But you know, thoughts of insecurity, inability, and “there are enough stories out there already” can keep you from doing something that could help people. Besides the thought that it’s probably not the most exciting thing to read up until the great green gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts. Where I am today is a miracle – not that I own two cars and a yellow house with a white picket fence – but that I am free from all the gunk the world, environment, and experiences bound me with. I honestly couldn’t even begin to describe adequately in a known language the soul operations I’ve had – without anesthesia, mind you. But, I’ll do my best to tell as much as needed without boring you to tears.
And maybe my thoughts will inspire yours to seek freedom in any area of life where you may need it.
Coming Soon… My Story