Have you ever met someone and for that small window of time when you know nothing about them or their past only the product standing in front of you, the person seemed so perfect almost someone you wished you were? This happens every day to people. We all look in the window of a person’s life and think, if only I had that I could be complete or better. However, when we actually walk in and take a seat in the story of their life we find out the building of this person was far from what we ever expected. Looking back, I can see things so clearly. The devil’s attacks do not seem so random, but well thought out and methodically planned. It took years for me to find out that the old adage "hind sight is 20/20" proves to be so true in the building of well, me. I tell you when the attacks on your life start so early that you're still in the womb, you have to wonder what he is so afraid of. But as my life continued so did his relentless attempts to make me feel invaluable, worthless, unimportant, damaged, and eventually hopeless. The devil has taken many things from me during this walk. Fortunately, some can be replaced as easily as they were taken. But others or one in particular will never be able to be replaced as long as I live. The loss of my son was debilitating and the devil was not done with me. I miscarried more times than I care to remeber, I lost my marriage, my home and everything I knew as familiar. I was broken, defeated and dying. However, the grace of God found me amongst the ashes of my life. He rebuilt me and with each rung of the ladder, I climbed closer to God and into the place he always intended me to be.