ERICA DUNOMES

A little over a month ago, I was asked to be a guest writer for a series titled: Satan Thought He Had Me: Stories of Redemption That Will Give You Hope. I was beyond honored to partake in the endeavor. Why? Well, who wouldn’t want to have the chance to be able to tell someone else about Jesus? That’s the opportunity I was given. A worthy one. Below, you will find a snippet of that article where I tell of how Jesus saved me and showed me my true worth and hope.

Here’s how the guest post relates to you here:

First, it encourages you to go in the direction of chasing Jesus, finding life, and living freely. Second, it has allowed me the chance to share with you more about me that I have not yet shared here. Are you interested in learning more about me? Then there’s something I’d love for you to do. Read the snippet below. However, don’t stop there. Head on over to read the rest of my story.

I truly am honored to be sharing this portion of my life with you. So, while you’re there, engage with me and Lori. She’s the host of this amazing series about redemption. Let us know that you stopped by. We are looking forward to hearing from you.

My Guest Blog Post Feature

“To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven.”
~Ecclesiastes 3:1

I first gave my life to Christ when I was eighteen years old. At that time, I was a teenage mom of a two-year-old little boy. Growing up going to church was sporadic in our household. We were the family that only attended occasionally. Because of that, I had no real understanding of just how important a relationship with Jesus Christ was. However, though sporadic, it is my belief that those occasional attendances were moments God used to plant seeds of faith. He knew they would be vital to how Jesus saved me. 

Due to some unfortunate events that happened in the younger years of my life, I spent my teenage to my young adult years having no real understanding of the value of my life. I wrote earlier about wishing that my life would end. This was that season. By this time, I had experienced five pregnancies. I suffered one miscarriage and lost a beautiful baby girl a few years later. A single mom of three and struggling to know who I really was, I was highly promiscuous. I felt worthless and without direction. 

But God.