Really, I wanted to die. I was doing all the things that were killing me anyway. I had so much pain, hurt, and hatred I didn’t know how to process any of it.
“Sir, because Jesus Christ has healed all the pain that was associated with my experience here in Vietnam. I can say to you, “I love you and God loves you.” When I said that the interpreter began to bawl.
I remember going to bed, and praying, “God, you've got to give me this promise. You've got to show me something.”, because I wanted to divorce him. I wanted out. I was afraid.