I was made to be the villian in a story. I was the object of jeolousy, hatred, bitterness, rage, unhealed trauma, and many more. In those moments I could see no way out.. I immediately would start praying to The Lord for help when the war peaked.. (Your word says that You help those who seek refuge in you. You help the widows and the orphans.) A Pastor of this church showed me that even when the chaos is raging all around you right here in the middle is "Peace that surpasses all understanding." Someone then told me that, "God has not fallen off His throne." He knew, He sees, and He already had a plan. "So I don't know... but I trust You Lord!!" (these are words I've been saying for a few years.) I had read someone's post on Facebook "that when God moves it's going to be fast, to be prepared." (Fast is not the word I would of used lol.) There are no words that can be used to describe this moment in "His Story of this life He gave me." Moment by moment I didn't just touch the hem of His garment. I hung on with a death grip because my very life depended on Him. (it still does) I've relaxed my hold because I know He wont ever let me go. (He has always been there.) He did go above and beyond what I asked for or imagine. (a way out that everyone would know it was Him n not me) I won't ever relax in my pursuit of Him ever. He relentlessly pursued me. And I will pursue Him till the last breath He gives me. 💞