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I was rescued and sent to prison for horrible choices against human beings.

Here I am 27 years later, questioning if there’s a woman out there for me? It will take an exceptional, understanding, amazing, and supernatural woman to open herself to me and allow me to reveal myself. The facts are, I did the things that people said I did, but that’s not who I am.

Am I destined to be alone? Is that the curse that my past actions have pronounced on me? I don’t know. Do I pray to God and ask Him to intervene, or is He the One who has declared such a judgment? I don’t know, but the Bible says, “Let the redeemed of the Lord say so.” I’ve been redeemed through the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ, and I say so.

Even though all I have is my heart to give, it’s a heart that knows life and death are in the power of the tongue. I write these words with the same desire that every human has, to love and be loved, but have I forfeited such a gift?

I am at a crossroad, trying to figure out which way to go. I have my hazard lights flickering, not because I am a threat, I am just hoping that someone would slow down and take the time to see that I am more than my past. I know it’s a risk because you don’t know, but it’s not a risk because I do know. I am not perfect. I won’t deny it. I’ve addressed me and the issues that brought me to writing this missive.

Praying for a miracle, Heavenly Father, where is your grace? I need it in order to find her or for her to find me. Life is worth living. That’s why I am asking this question, because he who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord.

Let’s be clear, I don’t need someone to stop the rain. The rain will always be a part of my life. I need someone who knows that it’s in the midst of the rain that you find that someone special and obtain God’s favor. I have learned that there are two aspects of rain, the rain of blessing and the rain of pain. I believe that it’s the rain of blessing that is more challenging because we take our eyes off the source of the blessings.

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