by Tammi Ector Fisse
Today marks a turning point in my life. Five years ago, I lived through a heart-wrenching watershed weekend I couldn’t have imagined. My intention had been to go to church. As a mom with a teen, a tod and an infant, I needed to get there to replenish my own reservoir so I could keep pouring into my family’s collective one. My abusive ex-husband’s intentions for me couldn’t have been more different. He wanted to deplete me of every spiritual, emotional, physical and mental resource. As a result of his malice and pre-meditation, I didn’t end up in church that day, but I did end up exactly where I was supposed to be.
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