The pages of my life are filled with the providence of God and it is with this purpose the One Heart Series was birthed!

From the ravages of Satans' pillaging in my life came a call from God to come away and learn of Him! This series came forth as a result of that journey began over a period of decades in my life, to point others out of your own abyss by sharing topics that were strategic milestones in my life. It is not meant to be a substitute for your religious leader, or professional counselors, but a fellow-companion shining light on your journey to wholeness. For this reason we emphasize that you study to show yourself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not be ashamed, but rightfully dividing the word of truth. (paraphrase of II Timothy 2:15)

God set me free from, the post-trauma created by rape, abortion, sexual, physical, emotional, and religious abuse. The first step for me was making a quality decision to no longer remain a victim, a self-imposed prisoner; bound by the chains of the actions of others and wallowing in self-pity. The cycle of abuse endured from the age of 4 years to 30 years of age. During that time, God held the broken pieces of me together as the cycle of abuse others imposed on me seemed would destroy me. But in the midst of Euryclodon (the whirlwind) God said, not so!

My first encounter with God came at the age of 9, and it was in the family restroom, and in a dream that same night. I now know that God planted a seed that day in me, a seed of assurance that he would see me through. It was not until I reached 30 that the revelation of that night began to unfold in me. Between the years of 18 and 30, I wavered in and out (backslid) from my Lord many times. One morning I arose no longer able to bear the darkness, and the war within my soul. Finally, the prisoner within and reached out. I had become a self-imposed prisoner in a cell without a lock. You see, God had given me permission to go free, and told me that he had made a way of escape. But, I preferred my-self imposed cell over freedom, it was familiar, it was safe (so I thought)...