This is a story I shared back with many of you in 2012.
It was during an extremely difficult time in my life when I fell in love with someone that I couldn't have - because he was married. Before you judge me, just know that it is a long story. There are many layers to it in fact and rather exciting news - my second book which is based on the whole debacle is nearly finished!
Anyway, 'Married Man,' turned out to be a Christian. Ironic right? Haha I laughed actually just typing that. No wonder I'm so bloody cynical these days. Goodness me...
Meeting God, for me, was more of an overwhelming, dizzied feeling rather than an actual handshake.
See, I was in an abusive relationship at the time. One that my dad had to get involved in to get me out of. It's a really horrible, long story but when my book is complete you can order copies through me if you're interested?
To top it off I was head over heels for a man who loved me back but we couldn't be together because it was wrong.
Married Man was on the phone with me, trying to calm me down during my breakdown (I think I'd just had my leg slammed in a car door or something by my ex,) and told me to just sit, breathe, close my eyes and think of God and him. He said he would pray while I was doing this.