My brothers and I were separated. When we came back together in our parents home it wasn’t any better. There was still a lot of abuse going on, so I moved back out the spring semester my senior year.
Carrie prostituted herself for drugs. As a registered nurse, educated and articulate, she never expected to go so low.
“You’re going to end up like your father, a bum on the street, a loser, an alcoholic.” As a kid, growing up hearing those things hurt me. I thought, “Man, after everything I do for you, this is how you love me.”
When a child grows up thinking abuse is what love from a parent looks like, you don’t know it’s so horrifically wrong until someone else tells you.
"I said to myself, “Okay God if I die tonight, I’m going to die obeying you.”
She sat me down on her couch and asked me if I knew how much Jesus loved me. My first thought was, “Why are you talking this Jesus stuff in the middle of all this drama? Let it rest.” Somehow at that moment I really was wanti...
"I was dancing on a stage in Miami…. that’s when the Lord showed up."
"My dad, my mom, me, and my baby sister would all sleep on a mattress in the truck bed."
As the dreams continued I began to focus on the issue of forgiveness concerning my dad.
People disappear all the time and nobody would have ever known what happened to them. It was my intent to kill them for what they had done to me.