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Spiritual Hospitals

I was driving one morning to work and on that particular morning the traffic was very heavy. So I decided to take another route to work. While driving, I saw a building that caught my eye. I had to take a second look at this building. It wasn’t anything special about this building, but it made me take another look at it. The building was located within a store front outdoor shopping area where all of the stores connected to each other.  The second time I looked at the building I noticed that it had the name of a church. The writing was not big nor did it have a church look or feel to it. Then I heard in the spirit that God is placing spiritual hospitals throughout the world. These locations will not be easily detected and they will not have the outward appearance of being a church.  I then began to ask God what was He doing? He shared with me that the church as we know it will not be able to handle the masses of people who God is ushering into His kingdom. The chu...

A Mother’s Story: Sewing through the Pain

A young lady named Sandra bravely shares her mother’s story of how her mother overcame her painful past through the art of sewing…… It was the week of my mother's birthday. She was turning 56 years old. I could tell she wasn’t feeling good that week. She had worked so many long hours at work and had been complaining of severe back pain. And the phone calls….so many prank phone calls. My dad had come home one night and demanded that mom and I come downstairs. He had this crazy look in his eyes. I knew something was not right. He began to tell us that he knew that we had been prying into his private life and that we should stay out of his business. He was talking about the phone calls his mistresses were making to momma.  He was yelling and screaming and making threats to us that if we did not stay out of his private life that he would have to put an end to it. Mom was sitting down listening to all of this while trying to tell him that the women had been calling her.....

He promised he wouldn’t hit me again!

Driving home from work, Sandra looks at her watch nervously and says to herself, “I’m late again”. “I wish my boss wouldn’t hold such long meetings especially when it gets closer to the time we should being getting off”. She is going over in her head all of the things she has to do before she goes home…stop by the grocery store, pick up John’s pants at the seamstress, and get Andy from the babysitter. Sandra says out loud, “ I can’t be late again. I just can’t be late again”. After a long day at work and making all of her errands, she finally makes it home. Mike, Sandra’s husband is waiting quietly in the kitchen as she walks in. Quickly Mike knocks everything out of Sandra’s hand and then he pulls her to the floor by her hair. Sandra screams out, “You promised you wouldn’t hit me again!”   This is a living nightmare for so many victims of abuse every single day. For some individuals, it is a never ending cycle that is repeated over and over again. When abusers pro...

Why Did I Stay?

Many women who have come out of abusive relationships are asked this one daunting question: Why did you stay? My mother was asked recently why she stayed in an abusive relationship for 43 years. Her answer was amazing to me. She said she stayed for many reasons and that she believed that when people get married they should honor their marriage vows come hell or high water. Well she endured many days and nights of hell until it became a matter of life or death for her. My mother is a very strong Christian woman that looks for the good in everyone she meets. She told me once that looking for the good in people “helps you understand the bad parts about them”. Needless to say she was always believing and looking for the good in my father which lead to 43 years of hoping to see the good in him. It only got worse as the years passed by.  There are many reasons why women stay in abusive relationships year after year. All of the reasons are legitimate to a victim of abuse. I...