Since I was eighteen, I suffered from bulimia. Every day, I would regurgitate my food. I became very thin, pale, and my back teeth started to crumble. Every time I looked in the mirror, I saw myself as fat.

Last year was a tough year for me and my family. My husband of seven years became angry with me and we started fighting. The fighting got worse and more frequent until we were fighting every day. I could see him pulling away from me and pushing our sons away.

I grew up under a single mother as my father was not present. I was raised under grace teachings, and since my teen years, I always listened to Joseph Prince’s sermons on television.

As my husband kept trying to start the car, I kept declaring that I am the righteousness of God in Christ and that God loves me and is working out all things for my good, even though the situation seemed bad. I declared that He loves me and would take care of everything, and we would get home.