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It is Jan 2nd and I am watching Pastors Eric and Jennifer on the Web.  I am so encouraged by them.  I remember the first time I talked to Jennifer when I answered the product line at RMI.  God has really done a work in their lives.  God is so faithful and I can testify that his word is true. Last Feb 1st after the Super bowl was over my husband dropped a bombshell on me.  I knew that he had been watching porn on the internet and we had had several heated discussions concerning it.  That night he brought me a paper that he had hidden in the garage for a week.  It was a notice that had been taped to our mailbox from the Hillsborough County Health Department ordering me to come in for testing.  My husband had started to act out what he was watching on the Web and he had picked up a girl on the side of the street, paid her for oral sex and he had gotten syphillus from her.

He had been sick for months and knew he was in trouble but he hadn’t told me until his doctor finally realized what the problem was and had him tested.  Of course, the facility that tested him was required by law to report it to the Health Department.  I was devastated and I begged him to get help.  He told me that he had apologized to me, that he was sorry and that was all he could do.  He didn’t have a problem and didn’t need any help.  Two days later I spent three hours at the Health Department totally humiliated as I was inspected from head to toe inside and out and got two shots of penicillin. I stayed with him for two weeks after that continually trying to get him to realize he had a problem and that he needed help but he continued to deny it, saying it was a one time thing and never would happen again.  I knew in my heart and my spirit that that was a lie from the pit of hell.

I stayed for two weeks after that and then I left.  I had a young girlfriend with a small child that took me in and I lived with her, out of boxes for the next nine months.  I hadn’t been to church in almost three years, but I had prayed constantly and begged God not to give up on me.  I was struggling with my faith and was very disillusioned with the church. Well, God got me back in church.  I walked into a new church that next Sunday and God met me there.  Over the next few months God healed my hurt bit by bit.  I would get on my knees in my bedroom day after day crying and praying and repeating God’s promise.  I would say, “God, your word says that you have a plan and purpose for my life, a plan to prosper me and not to harm me.