In February 2006 at 43 years old I started over with two children, two months of outstanding mortgage payments, an empty refrigerator, and $120.00. At that time, my marriage was officially over and I was on the road to divorce. The purpose of this article is not to dissect my marriage and why it failed. Rather, I would like to share my journey from a place of brokenness towards healing and wholeheartedness.
At the beginning, I believed that I would come roaring back. I thought that…
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