Devastated to a place where I just wanted to give up. Drowning in the sorrows of where this life had taken me right before my eyes. It was then that I began to passionately cry out to the Lord in prayer. Seeking to find answers, hope, strength and peace to know that what had blindsided me wasn't gonna be the death of me. God used my brokenness to build something greater, a better prayer life. Pouring out the voice of my heart through a disciplined time of communication and worship with my Heavenly Father brought about change. Not of my life's circumstances or situations, but internally. Standing in the middle of the struggles of marital bliss bound by godly vows, yet forced to live with the temptations of the single woman. Left to make a choice to rely on people or the power of the Father, it was there my prayer journal began.
