This past Friday evening I wept and spoke my prayers out loud to God.

I was alone in my bedroom as the devil tormented my mind, body and soul.

He told me my life will never improve. I will never find a loving man.

I don’t deserve to see my birthday on Monday.

My tears and words were then for God to intervene.

“Help Me , God” I cannot walk this life alone.

Soon after, I returned downstairs and sat quietly in a backroom of our home.

As the new candle lights shined in the windows,

I reached out to a few of my female friends by text.

They responded immediately with prayers and guidance for

strength and comfort.

I was not suicidal–just broken.

Sunday morning I arose and felt God’s love through the sunshine and snow

as I drove to worship at my church, Abundant Life Fellowship in Boonville.

God brought me to pray, sing and hug my Christian brothers and sisters.

When service ended, I spoke with Pastor Dan about the Devil tormenting me

He prayed over me and I did not feel alone.

I was advised by him and my Christian sisters that many people are

struggling lately.

I reflect on their words and want others to know– we are not alone.

Please reach out and care for others as we care for ourselves too.

Before my son left to drive to his apartment and college, his girlfriend and

him stopped into our home.

They gave me some bright colored flowers, a gift card and a card

for my birthday tomorrow.

We visited and ate lunch together at our kitchen table.

Then we hugged, said drive safely and I love you.

My spirits continued to lift as my dog and I hiked

at the DEC . We both needed to return to nature.

When we returned home, I spoke to my Dad as he watched the

Bills play in the backroom.

I told him to come in the living room and be more comfortable.

He gently said, I’m okay you stay there. I want you to be there because

“I am looking out for you.”

These words touched my soul because so often I am always caring for

everyone else.

Tomorrow is my birthday and the devil did not win.

My God saves and loves those who cry out to him.

January 12, 2025 —–Jennifer S. Churchill