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In 2017, God began speaking to me daily. He gave me Biblical poetry and Christian affirmations through the Holy Spirit. Those conversations with Him inspired my Biblical products. May they be a blessing to you!
Hey #TruePrincesses! I call you a Princess because once you accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior, you join His royal family becoming a child of the King of the entire universe. Here's my story...
I was born in Kursk, Russia to a single mom who didn’t want me. That’s where it all started: two suicide attempts, two sexual assaults, three failed marriages, four successful college graduations, one award-winning book published, and a long-lasting suicidal depression. The root of it all was the fact that I was unwanted and unloved, and my mom made sure I knew it.
In 2008, I came to America as a mail-ordered bride (yes, for real!) and have lived in Atlanta ever since. In 2010, I became a mom to a Red White Cocker Spaniel Bruno, a sweet little rescue whom I absolutely adore. In 2013, I published a book recognized by Indie Excellence Awards and International Book Awards. That same year I graduated with an MBA from Georgia State University. Also, I have a Doctor's degree in Criminal Justice and I’m an elementary school teacher as well. In 2016, I got married. My new husband at the time filed for divorce four months after our wedding, which resulted in a suicidal depression for me. Then, God placed into my heart the desire to seek His truth for my identity and purpose.
Through that journey, I discovered everything I share here: peace, hope, and joy. That's why I founded Online Discipleship For Women.
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts.
A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then