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Personal Narrative: Take Me To The King By Tamela Mann
“God, please make it stop” I cried over and over again as Tamela Mann’s “Take Me to The King” played in the background. It was Sunday, November 4, 2012 and I was preparing to go to church after not sleeping the night before.

I found myself in another situation where a man let me down. A few days prior I went through my then boyfriend’s phone only to find what I was praying I did not see. I spent the next few days trying to figure out how I could get him back, how I could fix our relationship, or even what more could I do as a woman to make him happy. By the time Sunday rolled around I realized that it was nothing I could do or say to fix the heartbreak.

I laid in the floor of my bedroom crying to God. Something I had never done before. I just cried and hoping He would hear me even though I disobeyed Him, again. I managed to get myself dressed and apply the some make up and head to church. A few months
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I had never heard God that clear before 2. He was calling me out of my sin
I was so into the world at this point of my life that I had forsaken a lot of the values my parents instilled in me during childhood. I was no longer going to church regularly and I spent a lot of time drinking, partying, and hanging out with guys who did not mean me well. I was concerned with living a life that seemed cool to the world meanwhile my soul was dying.

Who I was prior to November 4, 2012 was a very hurt, wounded, and trapped individual. No my life did not change automatically in that moment, but it was that moment that encouraged my process of change. I am so grateful to God for that morning on my floor that started a chain reaction of constant crying out to God. I made it a habit because in that moment He heard me despite all of the sin I was stuck in, He still heard me. He let me know on that day that it did not matter what I did He would always love me. His love for me is everlasting and it does not change because of my

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