But if regret and despair are what defined my life you wouldn’t be reading the preface to my journals.  Despair has a wondrous cure; a cure that is like throwing open the doors of a dark cell on a sunny day.  The confinement of the cell is replaced with freedom.  The darkness is replaced with new hope!  Every painful emotion has a cure that not only takes it away, but replaces it with joy, hope, and contentment.  The injury may leave lasting scars, but the black pool of pain is dissipated.

No, regret and despair do not define my life.  Instead every time I found myself trapped in the dark cell of despair my God of Love flung open the doors.  Even though I was consumed by looking back and lamenting “If only …”; he found a way to break through and reach me in my pain.  He lavished me with healing and new hope.

I invite you to read my journal entries which testify of not only my pain; but my deliverance – deliverance not of my own making, deliverance of which I was unworthy.  Learn what had been standing right in front of me while I looked back in despair.  Witness how Heavenly Father does not abandon his children to despair!

I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of God.  To Him be the glory throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen.  (See Ephesians 3:17-21)

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