I am glad that I serve a God who is not afraid to get his hands dirty, who doesn't mind reaching into mud and mire and pulling us out.

One day I was alone in the house...ahhh the tranquility, I thought. There was constant arguing, plus the stress from school, at the time worked at my nerves.

There wasn't much peace, so I love the moments I got to myself, but with it came bitter emotions that unsettled my soul.

In vain desparation I cried to the Lord one day at my kitchen counter. I cried and cried and cried some more.

"Lord ! I'm not happy, I want a change, I don't want to continue in this situation." I said. "I am miserable!" I had hoped that he heard my cry, because I desparately wanted a change I didn't want to continue the way I was feeling.

Two weeks later something happened. It was My brothers birthday and I had gone to my mom's to give him his present. It was a short visit, I didn't want no arguements when I got home so I didn't stay long.

At the time me and my mother were a bit distant.....our relationship had drifted. I got home and wouldn't ya know, we started arguing and over the stupidest thing!

His temper had already risen and he had already gotten violent.... I was only inches away from hitting the bar with my head on my bed. He had grab me and threw me on the bed.

My mother calls, She wanted to thank me for the card I had given my brother. I didn't think twice about it; here was my chance.

Being that he didn't speak spanish and i'm hispanic I told my mother in spanish to tell my aunt to come and not to come alone......he supposedly made another threat to harm me or my family.

She detected I was crying, and started to ask questions! (bad, bad timing...great ! I thought). I told her to just tell my aunt to come.

My aunt finally came and being the bold, fiesty, hot blooded person she is....started arguing with him! I thought. "he's gonna knock her one!" a couple of minutes later my mother comes in- the person I least suspected.

She told me I didn't have to take this and she took me out of my house and took me to hers, where I stood for three months and the Lord began his healing process. That sunday I wet to church with her and accepted the alter call to accept the Lord and he came into my heart and started the healing process, patching up wounds and renewing my spirit.

Ya see- my mother was a christian she had only been saved herself for a year, but she learned the power of prayer, and she used it. God used my mother that day, but it was only when I surrendered and confessed my weaknesses to him that he pulled me from the miry pit and dressed me in new garments and claimed me his. That peace that I so long for he gave to me and so much more. NEVER doubt the power of Prayer.

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