I consider myself to be both a failure story and a success story. Let me just say that I had one set of plans for myself: wifedom, motherhood, cosmetology profession, nursing profession, composing profession, real estate investment, numerous straight and lesbian relationships. And all these self made plans and goals failed. All of them. Because God evidently had different plans for me.
Instead of my plans, He would eventually take me out of the rat race, that I couldn’t handle anyway, altogether.
He would find me a truly great pdoc who got me on effective meds that worked, finally. And he arranged for me to meet a very special woman who would become my wife. We both live in her modest, but gorgeous house with her little Schnoodle dog (half schnauzer, half poodle), named Lola.
My wife and I pray together everyday and we firmly believe that “couples who pray together, stay together”