Darkness. I can describe its very essence because I was there. Hopelessness had a name it repeatedly uttered. The name was mine. The day I unexpectedly crumbled, my arm reaching up, against my will, heaven reached back. He broke my darkness, cut my chains, and sent me on a thrilling journey of freedom, saving, self-discovery, intriguing miracles, grace, hope, and life.

Shed illustrates the depths of my personal mistakes including a teen pregnancy, two failed marriages, three DWIs, two very unusual court cases (one being involved in the middle of a military cover-up), abuse, infidelity, losing custody of my children, alcohol abuse. Absolute brokenness. It sounds like a HBO movie, but it is all true. I lived it.

In the midst of lying on my floor begging death to steal me, Shed was born. I had never truly believed the Holy Spirit existed until I had no choice but to meet him. As my story unfolds, the gentle swaying of God begins to emerge a distinct change in me. Emotion spurring words and images bring despair and saving to life.

Shed calls to other women experiencing life's destruction and is questioning, "Am I worth saving?" "Have I ruined my entire existence?" "Will God intervene?" "Does he even exist?" Through complete transparency of what you read, you are able to live in the life of the saving you are desperately looking for as you doubt the capability of it transferring into your own world. However, the distinctive images brought to life in the words you have soaked in allow you to surrender to possibilities you have only mildly hoped for.