My story or at least some of it: …. Lying there, hurt, bruised from my feet to my head… I crawled to the bedroom and guarded my child that was sleeping because I didn’t know if she would be next. He sat in the doorway till the sun was coming up… he looked at me as I sat on the bed with my child curled up behind me and said I’m sorry, would you pray for me? My first thoughts were that he done lost his damn mind but as I bowed my head to pray and my hands on my child behind me, God started reminding me of everything he forgave me for. As I prayed, God started to fill my heart with forgiveness and my prayer became more and more sincere. When I opened my eyes, he was sitting there, crying from his soul and he got up and walked out my house.
Forgiveness is a powerful thing. I could have hated in my heart for him but forgiveness felt so much better to my soul.
A few days later, I was downstairs in the apartment laundry room and he walked in. I didn’t know what to say. He gave me an old ring he had found and asked me to marry him. I looked at him and said that, the only reason you want to marry me is that you feel guilty about what you did. I told him that I forgive him and he needed to give himself and he walked away and I’ve never seen him again.