Pushed by Pain
into Purpose

This is my story. It has taken me a long time to  write it because I didn’t want this to be a “tell all”  book. Nor did I want it to bash anyone, or invoke  feelings of pity because of the perception of how  hopeless and dismal my life had been. Most of the  people that I mention (not by name) have passed. They are no longer here. I believe that God wants me to tell my story as it  has always been impressed in my spirit that I did  not go through what I went through in vain.

Before putting pen to paper, I had to heal. It was necessary  for me to receive a revelation of the purpose of the  pain I endured; and, that I realize that I was no  longer a victim but an overcomer. The pain of my past no longer shapes my life, my thinking, or my  emotions. Now, I see the reason for it. It was  provoking, and pushing me into purpose. It was not  there to destroy my life, but to better my life and  push me right into the arms of Jesus. It happened. I endured it. I grew from it. I was strengthened by it. And then, it passed.