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The War Cry | OCTOBER 2013
supposed to speak to my pastor.
I worried that the car would not
make it to the church. Again, I felt
His nudge. When I made it there, I
looked down at the gas gauge; the
hand had not moved. I thought this
was odd, but I just brushed it off.
Laying It All Down
I couldn't find anyone outside or
inside the church. Just as
I was about to leave, I felt His
nudge again. I decided I would
look one more place--the
sanctuary. I walked in, and as
if for the first time, I noticed
that the banners hanging on
the walls each had a different
name for God. I slowly walked
toward the crucifix, then
dropped to my knees and cried
like I had never cried before. It
was then I realized that it was
not Pastor Steve I was supposed
to talk to--it was Him, my
Father. I laid all my sorrows on
those steps. Comfort came over
me. He had been waiting for me
to have faith and to turn every-
thing over to Him. I walked out
knowing that whatever lay ahead,
God would take care of my
children and me.
I finally found the courage
to leave my husband. There
I was, homeless, with three
small children, two bags of
clothes, no money, no job, and
no car of my own.
It was so humiliating to
apply for food stamps,
day-care assistance,
housing assistance--all
Lorrie Wolfe Dared
to Walk Away from
a Nightmare
How I Met
the Army
............
de of Fear
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