Disclaimer: This is long! But the healing could have never come without the process. Two months of barely eating. I'd lost so much weight that I didn't fit any of my clothes anymore. Two months of no sleeping. Like literally waking up every thirty minutes...for months. The only thing that would keep me asleep was to play preaching on youtube. When the sermon was over, I'd wake up. Nauseated every minute of every day. The enemy whispering in my ear horrible, disgusting, off the wall things that I have never spoken of to anyone. It was a constant record of lies playing on repeat in my head daily, nightly, for months. Fear gripped me. Worry engulfed me. It was a perfect storm that the enemy orchestrated. He had waged war on my mind, my body, my future, and my spirit. And he almost won. It was three months before I was to leave for Africa. Daniel and I were still dating but I knew that a proposal was...