I have NO good memories from my childhood at home. Just abuse physically and verbally (is the worse). As I got older and knew of God from my paternal aunt, a missionary, I started praying to God to send someone to love me and take me away. God answered my prayer in greater ways than I could ever imagine! Therefore, I decided to share my story in hopes of giving others, who have been abused, the hope and courage to ask and trust God to help them through a very difficult time in their lives.
