My Life in Prayer
Anne Dhanda
My husband didn’t want to leave, and I didn’t think I could stay. But the thought of leaving on my own was gut wrenching. My parents’ divorce had ushered in a difficult period in my life, and I didn’t want to recreate that for Isabella.
In the middle of the night one night, when he had once again spent the money we saved for our move, I cried on the floor in the corner of my closet and said out loud, “I have nowhere to go.” In that dark night, I heard a quiet whisper, “Go to church. Pray.”
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