A Journey of finding LOVE!

It was dark, no hope, no love, it was horrible.

I was being tortured by a man that said he loved me. He ended up treating me like a prositute, he gassed me in my own house. It was a in and out. Thinking love would help this man but it made it worse. Drugs that he was making on his own, he had others helping him. Being followed, found out it was called gang stalking. I found out who he was and what he was doing. They did not want their secret out. It was pure evil. I also found out that he possibly killed others, I was the next on his list to kill. I feel like my next door neighbor was one of his victims because she was experiencing the same things I was now looking back on it. Then one day I did not know where to turn. The police were doing their best. I kept calling on him to get him locked away. Everytime he would do something I called. Finally the time came where I was not going to put up with it anymore. I dropped to my knees and asked God to help. I could no longer do it on my own. At that point my life unknowingly was changing for the better. I was cleared minded as much as I could be with gas coming in the house. I even changed apts. thinking I could get away from it. I could not. It started again. Then Papa interceded and finally put him jail. I escaped. These people, because of what I know, followed. I went straight to my dad. Because I was so tired I stopped in Kilgore. I explained to the front desk clerk what was going on. She said she would keep a eye out. She came to me and said a black suv was watching your room. I had already saw it. The next morning I woke up to chalk drawings, a buffalo and hourglass. In that moment I knew that he had done something bad bad. I went to my dad and explained everything. That started a whole line of witnesses. Fast forward, I was at a domestic violence shelter down south. He found me dressed up in drag. At that time I did not realize my faith in God was growing. It was growing tremendously. For my survival, I had to put my trust in God even though at the time I had major trust issues. I moved in a apt. thinking I am going to move on. But things got worse and worse. One day I heard a small still voice say go Amanda and do not look back. I started ping ponging from shelter to shelter. In my journey I found Jesus. And Papa was with me all along. I stopped running. Why am I running from a man that is nothing and my Papa is everything. So is my battle over, NO! A Christians battle is never over but Papa makes it manageable. At the end the hatred that my ex has for God is beyond comprehension sometimes. Here is the key, God. His love, His mercy, His Amazing Grace. I am building a strong bond with Papa. If you ask do I see the light, yes I have and yes I do. It is is great!

I am one of the reedemed! Yes, I do have eternal life. Papa is helping me learn how to live again. He is such a loving man. And beautiful, He is very tall and bright! I have only seen up to His neck. He wanted me to go through this because whatever He has for me is major. The peace that I have no words can explain.

Now that I have eternal life, I fear no evil.

I now have such a peace about dying. That if I am called tomorrow I know I will see the face of God and will be welcomed in Heaven with the long line of maryters before me.

Papa's amazing grace, love, and understanding. I walk with the light everyday. I walk knowing that I am one of the Redeemed. Papa and Jesus are such a power team. Both of them helped me in my darkest hour and both are going through my good times now.