There once was a time when I was happy and had it all, or I thought so. I was a single parent, raising a fantastic little boy. I had a wonderful career and could afford the material things that made my life complete and comfortable. But, I was filled with pride and attributed all the blessings in my life to my own doing, not God's. Then, in an instant, I fell from grace to land behind bars, and lost everything dear to me. It took that for me to wake up and realize I had God in my mind, but not in my heart. I was a Christian, but did not show it, or put my faith into action. My journey to where I am now was painful and bittersweet. It is my story, for better or worse. I can blame no one for my downfall except myself. I was the architect of my own house of shame.
