Written by: Brooke ---Continued from Part One: Coming to the Light--- One evening a couple of weeks before Christmas, I was eight months pregnant and crying out to God again, asking Him for faith to help me believe and act on the truth that He would provide for my...
Written by: Brooke My story begins with a deep, unexplainable desire to be loved. After spending two years in an emotionally abusive dating relationship with a man I was engaged to and living with, I decided I did not want to spend the rest of my life with this person...
Guest Author: Eva Priest The disclosure of my abuse has been met with varying degrees of compassion. One clergyman responded, “Let me ask you this: was it physical?” His question stung. I was bewildered. He seemed more concerned with the theological justification or...
Marriage is highly valued! But this marriage might take my life! The image that God has created in me was almost gone.
This year I celebrated my 40th birthday full of joy and gratitude! The day marked a milestone for me in reaching goals that seemed unattainable not so long ago. I am a survivor of domestic abuse; yet, through the love and support of many people, including Called to...
She always felt something was broken within her that made her unlovable…until a Christmas redemption occurred!
…what I thought began as a Christmas fairytale marriage was ending as a Christmas nightmare.
Carly tried everything! She apologized for being an unsubmissive wife and sought to make herself available for all of his needs. She cooked and cleaned and did her best to fulfill every one of Frank’s demands. But he always needed more!
Unfortunately, as my mother tried to absorb the blows of verbal, emotional, psychological, and spiritual abuse alone, she could not shield me from its effects forever.
That lady? Chances are… you know her.
That gifted persons? Those involved and educated by Called to Peace Ministries.
“It was like a switch flipped in him after his porn addiction was discovered,…I knew it was an abusive relationship in my heart, but I needed that external validation and confirmation. I felt so crazy, confused, and hopeless!
“It was like a horrendous dust storm that was too significant at the time to settle, so I couldn’t fully grasp what had and was occurring. My thoughts were muddled. I was crushed but would do my best to try to understand and succeed regardless. It was just an endless string of what-ifs.”