Crickets...And Then She Cried

It has been seven years since coming face to face with my past. It has been seven years since torture agony and distress flooded my mind as I recounted my journey of infertility abuse rape insecurity adultery same gender relationship and divorce. But thank God it was followed by most importantly RESTORATION. God did it for me and Hell do it for you. Crickets...and Then She Cried was started at least two dozen times before actually getting past the first paragraph. The lack of time the lack of interest an abundance of fear guilt disappointment shame; while those are all great excuses they are just that EXCUSES. Pushing all of that aside here it is. For such a time as this is now. Everyone has a story but do they trust God enough to tell it? Come with me as I tell you mine.