I know what you’re asking me to do. You want me to take another leap of faith.
When Will put his hands on me on January 22, 2010, I did leave. But I didn’t want to. I cried when I filled out the ex parte order. I cried when the judge approved it and handed me my copy over the top of her high mahogany bench.
I took that leap of faith, and You were waiting there for me on the other side of that fear.
When I moved from my marital home into the peaceful house I now rent with the past year’s tax return in my pocket, I didn’t yet have a job, not even a prospect at that time.
I took that leap of faith, and You were waiting there for me on the other side of my fear. Continue reading