My Story - Part I
Giving it to God: How My Complete Surrender Gave Me the Freedom I Yearned For “Kim, you have to get home.” I had just come out of my counselor’s office and was sitting in my car, praying, when my phone rang. “Why? What’s going on?” I was concerned. The serious tone in my husband’s voice was obvious. “Everything’s caving in,” he explained. Both of us had been feeling depressed, crushed by the ins and outs of daily life, tired of the rush and hurry of our lives and the get-ahead mentality. Like many people, we needed to slow down. We were both working and raising two boys, ages 4 months and 20 months, and I was suffering with postpartum depression. City life was not for Andy, my husband of nearly three years, and he believed it wasn’t good for me either, that I would also feel better in a slower, less hurried environment. I rushed home. “We need to get out of here,” he said as I walked into the living room where he was ...