On Sunday, November 4th 2012, I got the call…it was a few minutes after Midnight. Charles had stopped breathing and they called 911. (He had been staying with family because he couldn’t walk and needed help around the clock). I was in my pjs. I grabbed my purse and keys and jumped in the car. He was 30 mins away. Once I got on the freeway, I knew he was dead.
My heart sank.
I was 26 years old and Tanya was only 5 years old. A thought came to me (from Satan); “You no longer have anything to live for. Just crash this car and die.” I just remember feeling like I lost all hope. But then this warm feeling just came over me…this peace (the peace that surpasses all understanding)…and I felt like a ray of hope returned. I called a friend and she stayed on the phone with me and prayed.
Once I arrived, he was dead. He could not be revived. Of course, I cried and was sad. But I did not grieve like those who have no hope. I had hope. I knew God was there with me and would never leave me. He helped me through…and I have not only survived but today I thrive. God restored what Satan stole from me.
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