The belt that broke

I was not the child God wanted me to be. I was broken and afraid.

I always believed, but I was not attending church. I was drinking and in a very abusive relationship because thats what I felt that i deserved.

I was going to die. The man I loved was going to kill me. I don't remember the date because I blocked it from my mind, but I remember the events as though it was yesterday. I was thrown down the stairs, my head banged off of the cement. I was tossed like a ragdoll. My hair was pulled and I was hit in the face. I was told not to cry or it would get worse. I was drug into the bathroom so no one could hear my screams. My head then smashed against the toilet so hard that it separated from the base and the flooding began. I couldn't get traction as the floor was covered in water. I was then thrown onto the cold cement floor. A leather belt wrapped around my neck. I couldnt breathe. It was so tight. It was then that I prayed. I prayed so hard that God would help me out of this situation. Tears streaming down my face I promised God that I would make a difference, I would go to church, I want to live. It was that moment that the leather belt broke. I ran as fast as i could. In the dark of the night without my clothes on or phone. I got into my car and took off. I forgive my ex husband for what he did, but I'm glad that now I am free. Free to be the child of God that he wants me to be.

I am now still recovering and have of ptsd, but I am allowing God into my life and want to do amazing things since he saved me.

The power of prayer is real. God can do amazing things.

I am still on this earth for a reason. No matter how hard things get in my life I know that God will keep me safe.