I felt overwhelmed by the betrayal. I stopped participating in life. I isolated, shame filled because someone I trusted brought my son into a financial situation that ended in a devastating loss; not only of money, but faith in his family. It doesn’t matter the age of my children, I never would willingly bring harm to them.
I lived through all the stages of grief; denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. I believe the opportunity to come to California gave me the support and space I needed to regain my spiritual momentum. It put me in a place to begin to get wise counsel, to hear others share their experience, hope and strength.
My heavenly Father saw my helplessness and made a way for me. He loves me unconditionally. He cleansed me and set me on my feet. He gave me the opportunity to continue to serve him.
This Thanksgiving and Christmas I celebrated with my sons and a new daughter. My cup’s packed down and running over. It’s the first time in more years than I can remember that we’ve all been together. What a blessing.
You ask how I like California. I’m joyful, I’m healthier and at peace. I’m hopeful that my creative energy will lead to a productive time of writing. I don’t know what or who will publish it. Will it be Barbour Press and more inspirational writing based on scripture? Do I have the grit, that indomitable spirit, to finish the novel?
More will be revealed.