I have a testimony. In 2009 I started writing a book. It started as a joke. My aunt and I were talking about relationships we’d been in, in our lives and I started to tell her about one of mine that almost killed me. We’d gotten pretty emotional during our talk, but by the end we’d found a way to laugh at ourselves. In our laughter I said to her, “I should write a book about it.” She said, “Girl, please write that book because I want to read it.” Later that night, I went in my room, logged on to my computer, and started typing.
Seven years later, that book is coming out. It took seven years because God had to do so much work on me first. I had to relive a lot of horrible memories and I had to truly be delivered from all of that pain before I subjected myself to the world. Not only had I had to forgive myself and all the parties involved I had to find God in the story. I had to really see His work through my suffering – and I finally did. After three re-writes, three drafts, three editors and a final review, God finally got the glory out of my story.
Now, of course, I had to also fictionalize the story. Although I must admit the first draft was raw and almost identical to the real life version, but after a lot of work it is finally a work of fiction, however, it is based off of real life heartache and struggle that many people face everyday. I pray that someone who reads it will find their own deliverance. That’s my prayer, that someone can be saved and heal from my testimony, my story. I know that it is possible, I’ve lived it. Now all I can do is give God the glory and thank Him for rescuing me out of my darkest moments.