I snapped when I returned home. It was like I wasn't in control of my body. I calmly went to my room and swallowed about 50 Xanex. Within ten minutes I could feel myself drifting away. Then my phone rang and it was my friend. She knew I had done something and called the police. When the paramedics were putting me in the ambulance the last thing I heard was "she doesn't have a pulse." I died and the Lord brought me back. During this time there was 12 hours of darkness. It was the scariest time of my life. The only image I remember was my son crying and saying "don't leave me Mom." I will have that picture etched in my mind for the rest of my days. I struggled with what I had done, but I realized the Lord forgave me so I needed to also.
I began to return to church and turn my life over to the Lord. I have put all my faith and trust in Him. Since this time He has performed so many miracles. My house was sold in auction and 2 hours later the sale was rescinded. A week later I received a modification package lowering my interest rate to two percent. He gave me a great job.
I feel so much joy and peace. I can't take the smile off of my face. I don't worry anymore because I know that the Lord is always working behind the scenes for my good. When my house sold I didn't worry where I would live; I knew the Lord would take care of me. The Lord brings me Scripture in the middle of the night. He is leading me and I'm letting Him. I only want to do what the Lord wants me to. I pray for my eyes to be open and my ears to hear clearly what He is asking me to do. My work was not done. It's all about trusting Him and knowing He will take care of us.

