It is Well (with my soul)

It is Well (with my soul)

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True story, written by heart. A girl who grew up hurt, lost and confused. Depressed and suicidal, until she starts abiding into Christ, she then tries to change her way of life, how she lived and what she did, remembering God's promises. Growing up in a differently cultured house with differently cultured parents is a hard thing; misunderstood, abused, bullied, self-infliction, and even sexual harassment. But God had more to this girl's story than she thought. She believed that He was doing something in her, and despite the fact she wanted to have ended it all for herself, she learned that 'it is well.' Through it all, her eyes were on Him.
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Jeanette Arthur had no idea what was going to happen to her when they opened the doors. Was she going to die? Or would she wish she was dead? She began to think that this kind of thing didn't happen to people like her, but she realized how wrong she was. This became her story's end the night she picked up those drinks. When she let herself step into that building, when she accepted that job and put on those clothes. They had made her believe she was important. Special. Worth loving. She had thought all these people wanted her, but they only wanted the lie she was selling. She knew this was no longer pretend. She was no longer in control, and she was no longer the one selling herself. She wanted someone to rewrite her story. So for the first time in her life, she raised up her hands, and she started to pray.

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