An oracle is within my heart concerning the sinfulness of the wicked:
There is no fear of God before his eyes.
For in his own eyes he flatters himself
too much to detect or hate his sin.
The words of his mouth are wicked and deceitful;
he has ceased to be wise and to do good.
Even on his bed he plots evil;
he commits himself to a sinful course
and does not reject what is wrong.
On my way to being a middle-aged woman, I met a man who destroyed my life as I knew it. After his passage, no stone were left unturned in my humble existence. I ceased to be the adult in the making I wanted to be to become what he had designed for me.
I failed to see the emptiness of his heart, the darkness of his soul. I trained to be humble and accept all kinds of people when I should have protected myself.
My failing cost me years, years of my life I will never get back. I turn around and I see the path I walked on. I must forgive, I must accept that this has been. I must give in to the lessons learned and grow with these answers. My books are the result of my journey to acceptance and forgiveness.