“Do you love me?” I asked him. He flipped the question,

“Do you love yourself?”

That was one of the hardest realities I had to face. He walked out the door, and as the door closed behind him, I fell to my knees. “Lord! I do not love myself,” I admitted. But I told Jesus I would allow Him to love me. God’s unfailing love overshadowed me in the coming days and months, and for years to come. His love became a shield against the spirit of death that would try to squeeze into my thoughts.

What a challenge! ………………….The boys were two-and-a-half years apart, and I didn’t know how we made it that far. It was so difficult sleeping next to my husband that I couldn’t even stand to hear him breathe.