Faith...

Begins with trust... even more so, begins with hope...

We trust in spring to come despite the last gasps of winter making herself heard and seen.

It begins with knowledge...it beings with understanding.

When we understand we do not know all things, that there are levels to sentience, to spirituality we will never be able to explain.

It ends with humility...with a quickening of heart and mind to all things possible though it may seem improbable and quite impossible.

I have been witness to miracle/s...

I have been a central figure within a miracle...

Remembering numbers to a long and unfamiliar area code...

Hearing this work phone number once days before...

After seven hours of agonizing abandonment in a strange city; no money, no diapers for the youngest at ten months old, and nowhere to turn for help.

Shame will prevent a person from calling home, reaching out for help from family or friends so far away.

After wandering for hours on end with four small children in tow, those strange and unfamiliar numbers scrolled across the confines of my mind; a call was placed and rescue effected.

It is a small thing...or may seem that way to the uninitiated, to the untrained heart and mind.

Let's pick a bigger miracle...

After being dragged over rocky ground by the hair; pinched, slapped, punched, choked to near death, head slammed against firewood on the ground, kicked and pushed down, with every attempt to stand or sit...while laying stunned and in shock, this man from Fraser Lake took up a rock the size of two footballs intending to crush the skull of the woman he had only shortly before professed his undying love for.

Imagine the confusion, imagine the pain and agony as rage became an unstoppable force of physicality...watching as this rock is lifted high overhead, inhuman desires making ugly the face of this man I called my love, my partner.

Imagine, after 3 hours of intense physical assault, being ready to pass on to the next chapter.

Death...

Imagine embracing this thought of escaping the brutality laid out before you, only to see hesitation and confusion cloud that face on the downswing. Only to see a shocked look to a spot above and in front of me...

That day, I was to learn later, one child was concerned with not hearing from his mama for a couple of days and getting no responses from his texts, began to reach out for help.

God knew...and showed up.

That day, I was to learn later, this man saw someone kneeling before me....holding out a hand and saying with thunderous intensity, 'NO!!'

After a noticeable hesitation, that rock continued its descent but with a fraction of the force...I was supposed to die at the hands of dave ponte that day and dumped in the lake like my phone. I write his name, yes; in hopes of it being seen by one who would perchance go down the same path.

You see dear treasures, at this very moment he is abusing his newest supply, his targeted victim.

I pray every day for that poor woman, whoever she may be...

I pray for miracles, I pray for her sanity, I hope for her escape and his incarceration.

Miracles do happen...and they start with:

"For truly I tell you, if you have faith the size of a mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you." (Matthew 17:20-21).

Faith to move mountains...and to create better lives, peaceful homes and safe spaces and places.

Don't give up dear hearts...it is only the beginning of all the good that will come...

This too a miracle...a life free from fear...a life free from confusion and control...a life free to love yourelf once again, to find YOU in the midst of all the broken pieces...