I fell in love with the One who loved me and will never leave me.
When I was three years old my mom died and alone with her were my twin sisters who were still born. Years later at a share group setting I shared that I felt responsible for my mom's death. How could a three year old be responsible? Yet after saying it, I cried so deeply that I thought my insides were going to come out. Perhaps someone may have told me that my mom died because I was a bad girl and it stayed with me all these years. I was free at last from this lie.
My dad married a woman with a son one-and-a-half years younger than me, and I never felt loved by her; and my dad wasn't a close father. Oh he took care of the provisions, but I wasn't able to talk much with him. There was a lot of jealousy and abuse between him and her, and after a year or so my sister (who was a few years older than me) left home to live with our aunts. Now my older sister, as well as my mom, had left me and I was left with an unloving stepmother and a distant dad.
Years later I married a man who didn't love me and was unfaithful the night before our wedding, and within a couple months after. After sixteen years of marriage I divorced him and looked for the love I so desperately needed; and this brought me into relationships I didn't belong in.
In the darkness of my lonely soul hope was born when I heard of a Man who knew all about me and loved me as I was. The love I had been seeking came from Jesus, the Lord God Himself. Since then I have fallen wholeheartedly in love with Him and have come to love those who have hurt or deserted me through my life. This includes my husband, whom I remarried fourteen years ago after being apart six years; and I have a greater love and respect for him than ever before.