Since the age of fourteen, Jayme’s life has been hell and she has one person to thank for it: Pastor James Madison.
He stood in the pulpit on Sundays waving the same hands that abused her at night. He glorified God with the same mouth he used to chip away her self-esteem, daily. He was a man of God who had turned her away from the same God he told people they needed to serve.
He was the man who was supposed to pray for, take care of, and eventually love her. Instead he preyed on, took advantage of, and shattered her heart before it had a chance to truly love someone else.
Now, fourteen years and a son later, she finds herself needing God, yet she doesn’t know how to reach Him. She longs for God but isn’t sure He can hear a sinner’s prayer until she starts to say, Dear God . . .