After another big argument with my ex-husband I told him to leave. He packed his suitcase and walked out the front door.

I was despondent. Looking back on my life all I could see were mistakes and regrets. Every part of my life was in shambles.

All my friends stopped talking to me after my husband’s arrest.

I felt I wasn’t a good mom.

My parents and I didn’t get along.

All I had to show in my life were ruined relationships.

I grabbed every single bottle of medicine I could find in my house and dumped it all on my bed.

I started to write my goodbye note to my kids.

I was interrupted by a phone call. Looking down at my phone I saw it was my brother calling.

I ignored the phone call and started to write again. Another call came in. This time it was my friend. Then a text came in. My friend was inviting me to church. I ignored that too and continued with my goodbye letter.

All of a sudden my husband burst through the door.

The words were barely out of his mouth “Did you get the text from…?” “What are you doing?!”

The look of realization showed on his face as he saw all the pills dumped out on the bed.

I said I couldn’t take anything anymore and ran to the bathroom and locked the door where I layed on the cold hard floor and cried.

He talked to me through the door and convinced me to go to my friend’s Pentecostal church that moment.

We arrived late and I was exhausted. There was a fiery preacher from Louisiana. I had never heard preaching like that before being raised in a Catholic Church with my mom and a Mormon Church on weekends with my dad.

He walked over to us and gave us a word from the Lord. “I know how hard it was for you to get here.” He gave us a few more words that without a doubt had to be from the Lord.

The Lord saved me that day from myself and from the enemy.

He will save you too if you cry out to Him.

Don’t wait another minute.

Psalm 34:18

The LORD is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.