Dear Jesus, My enemies have brought me to my knees. Now I am down here asking you please. I know you have no reason to answer my pleading call. I know you could stand back and just let me fall. I know that I have failed you and caused you so much pain when I turned away as you were calling my name.
I am sorry for the pain I have caused and for the tears you have shed. I know up on the cross you suffered and bled. I have come before you pleading my cause. I don’t want to hesitate or even pause. I am asking for forgiveness for my terrible sin. Please help me Jesus to once again begin. Do not let my enemies overcome and kill me. Please, Holy Jesus set me free from my terrible enemy.
I am 44 years old and my spouse is Darrell Counts, we met when we were in High School and started dating when I was 16 and he was 19. We were married when I was 18 and he was 22. We have some great times and some very sad times, but with the help of our savior Jesus Christ we are getting through. I have bee attending college for several years now, I have an Associates Degree in Business Administration w/c in Computer Information Systems. I currently attend Everest University working toward a Bachelor of Science Degree in Computer Programming and I am currently looking for work. My hobbies are writing Christian Poetry (I have one book published "Walkng in God's Love" and another book finished; but not published yet. I enjoy reading a good Christian novel and watching Christian based movies like Courageous, the Grace Card. I love bowling and going out to a good movie with the hubby or friends. My main goal in life is to serve my Savior to the best of my ability and to make a difference in everything I do for his glory, not mine!
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