I want to give you a little background to myself and my family. I believe that the things that happen in our lives are what molds us and makes us who we are whether good or bad. I grew up in an abusive home where my Mother refused to leave my father and they are still together today. When I say abuse I mean farther than "deserving punishment" ( I should add that I am not a big supporter of spanking just so you know I am NOT repeating the cycle of failure). My biggest supporter in life was my Grandfather whom I lost in 2000 to suicide due to Alzheimer's disease. Then I dealt with a lot of chaos. I can't even begin to describe all of the things that went on between this time and when I first met my husband. It was season after season of heartbreak, poor choices and feeling that I was alone even though I still believed in God. I was jumping from church to church and feeling torn at every turn. NOT all churches or Christians are created equal I am afraid to say. Many times when people found out what I was struggling with they turned me away or told me I didn't have enough faith. Talk about broken hearted. I gave up on people and simply trusted in God. That's when things began to turn around for me. I will add more about this later.......