A Cry for Help!!!

Year of Liberty

In my preparations for this year, one of the things I felt was that this year 2017 is going to be a year of liberty, a year of setting free or and breaking free. It might seem improbable, but believe me, the train of liberty has been set in motion by God and it's already moving! Last weeks blog post was one of emotional freedom through the process of grief, and getting peace and freedom from it.

During my devotion last Sunday, the truth in Romans 8:1-2, was hammered to me once again. There is no more condemnation for me, I have been set free and I must therefore begin to walk or stand fast in that liberty. Galatians 5:1 "Stand fast therefore in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free, and be not entangled again with the yoke of bondage."

God went further to serve me dessert after that delicious meal during the worship service, I was able to stand and declare in line with the song: No longer Slaves  https://youtu.be/f8TkUMJtK5k


God's Love Story:

Is it not astounding that the same day I got a fresh understanding of what it means to be set free, a beloved child of God was crying out for help. Am asking us to read the letter below with great compassion and in that same spirit go on our knees to pray. This wounded soul needs all the prayer we can give and with faith in our hearts believe God for a miracle.

Thank you.

Please Help Me

xoxo123 1/20/2017 Prayer 11 Comments

It’s 1:57 am and yet another night I am crying my eyes out. Questioning my worth to even be here on earth. I’m so ashamed that I went on to carry out a second abortion for the same man. Also the father of my kid. My story is very complicated. All my life I seemed to want to be closer to God, but could never reach him how I wanted too. I’m 27 years old and very nice, never in trouble all I do is work and take care of my kid.

About 4 years ago I met the father of my kid. He was very charming… but only for a little while… long story short he was emotional and physically abusive. I’ve been beaten while pregnant, black eyes, stumped on like a man. But I STILL continued to stay with this man. I’m no longer the confident silly girl. I’m insecure, nervous and depressed. He would cheat on me, steal my things etc. and every time I would try to leave he would manipulate my mind to coming back.

After having my first kid, our relationship was already downhill. Fast toward I end up getting pregnant again but we wasn’t together so I decided to terminate at this time I was regretful but not how I feel tonight!! He didn’t care if I kept it, even asked me was the baby for him. Omg I hated him so much I ran to do the abortion. After that he and I still were messing around only because in my mind this is the only person that would ever want me…

Lord this man has taken my mind; I am so WEAK now.

I got pregnant again, and he told me to figure it out on my own. My heart was crushed. I was shocked at this pregnancy because after we had took a plan b pill. But it didn’t work! And birth control made me sick and made my hair fall out. I never in life thought this would be ME. I know God is so disappointed in me! Tonight I yearn for my baby so BAD. The father is still living his life up like nothing happened, didn’t even call to see if I was ok.

I’ve been praying for strength, I just want to get out of this abusive relationship!! I’m tired. We don’t live together but this man still have control over my life. I will never forgive myself for this!! I’m praying right now asking god to perform a miracle by putting my baby back in my stomach. I don’t deserve to live. But I have to be here to take care my child. I hope I can see my other kids in heaven when it’s my time. Why can’t I reach GOD?? Why am I allowing this to happen and be my life. Lord please help me!!!!!

I don’t want to be beat on or spit on or called bad names anymore. I don’t know what is wrong with me. I used to be so Smart! So independent, I’m crushed I want my babies back. So scared I’ll be going to hell for this, Lord please forgive me

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