The Ants Go Marching In
Today I am going to share a glimpse of how my life was, as I struggled to decide whether to leave the emotional abuse in my former home.
My departure would mean the end of a dream.
It would mean the disintegration of my intact family, which I had poured my heart into for 22 years. I faced the uncertainty of not knowing if by leaving, I was stepping out of God’s will. I knew divorce would lead to the inevitable demotion from any church leadership with which I was involved.