Part of me would not survive this season. I’d experienced a killing. God had come with sword and shield to kill what was killing me. Destructive patterns I’d fallen into all my life would ultimately be broken. I’d stared into the surfaced face of the victim lurking within who kept falling for lies, falling prey to poisonous relationships. I’d ultimately get the help I needed to keep from self-destructing, and my victim mentality would gradually be starved of oxygen.
