The Battle Over Love

challenge to love a person in a way that suddenly positioned me against the very church I loved. A game of life that stirred war between what kind of love was right and what kind of love was sin.

I was not prepared for the battle that began to stir. I was thirty-one years old and up until this time I had lived a perfect life. I married as a virgin, had three children and attended church faithfully.

The spirit within me changed making me feel things I had never felt before. My eyes saw a face and the heart of another woman and I wanted her more than the blissfully peaceful life I had once been a part.

I didn’t know that when I followed my feelings of love, that I would open a door to a war that would turn my entire family away from me. I had no idea how everyone could change from praising my every move to wanting me to suffer for ever thinking I should give into this kind of love.

I had been raised that God was love, but now according to everyone I ever knew, the love I was experiencing supposedly was wrong. I didn’t understand because this love was better than anything I had ever felt before.

A fight of epic proportions raged around me. People who had loved and knew me since I was a child looked at me and despised me. Church people who were to show compassion and care, stalked my every move to prove to the court system that I was gay and thus unfit to be a mother to my children.

My ex-husband in a fury of emotions slammed a car door into my leg over and over again while our pastor and a deacon watched him vent his rage. I couldn’t believe what was happening to me. Just a few months before they had loved me and sought my help in

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