Going Through Hell on the Way to Heaven

On July 7, 2004, I excitedly patted the tiny plastic bag of dirt I'd asked my husband to get for me before he walked out of the prison as a free man. I wanted a tangible reminder of where we'd been. I knew God had spoken to me. On July 7, 2004, I was escorted into my private fiery furnace. The heat's intensity incinerated my hopes, dreams, and faith. I thought I heard God correctly. Walk with me as I share the journey through the raging inferno of hell on my way to heaven.