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Introduction
The hour was late as I clasped the Word in my arms, pacing the kitchen floor calling on the Lord with every fiber of my being. I was interrupted by the small form I saw standing silently in the doorway. My baby girl had awakened and toddled in without a peep. I placed my Bible on the counter and walked over to gather her up. I sat in the rocking chair and began to rock her back to sleep. I was “valley weary.” Months had lagged into years with no end in sight of the suffering my broken home had cost. I had been seeking the Lord diligently for some relief. I knew there must be a way to survive this kind loss and somehow, I had to find it.
Exhausted and broken I began to try a new strategy. My baby was now sleeping soundly in my arms as I stared into the darkness of the room. I began to speak out loud, not to the Lord, this time it was to Satan himself. . .
The tears were warm as they streamed steadily down my face. My voice was strong, I didn’t waiver when I made a vow. I told him to get a good look. If he had wanted to see me down, he had gotten his wish. Then I said, “Enjoy it while you can, because it won’t always be this way.” I told him there would come a day that I would be up and out of the pit of despair he had me in. I said, “I’ll make you regret the day I was born.” That’s a promise I’m now making good on.
I stood up and walked down the hall to lay my sleeping baby down. As I slipped my arms out from under her and lifted them upward, they seemed light as feathers. The heaviness had lifted. The enemy had fled. I thought he would never be heard from again, but the battle was just beginning. However. . . the night did pass. I’m out of that pit today and I’m calling back to those who may still be there to say, “You can make it too!”
You are about to read an account of some of my darkest moments during those years that I spent waiting for the morning to come. There were moments I questioned would it ever come. But guess what?. . .IT DID!
I’m now keeping the vow I made through the years to God, myself, and of course. . .the devil and all his helpers. I’m shouting it far and wide. You can walk through darkness and come out on the other side with a song. I have proved it. . .I’m living proof that a broken heart can sing again!
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