Ronda Foyt

Immediately after high school I went to college and got my masters in counseling. Then I met my first husband who developed late onset paranoid schizophrenia. He moved us to a compound in the woods. I dropped my career because he was afraid of being on the grid. My life went downhill. It started out slowly and I loved him deeply and didn't realize how much trouble I was in for a couple of years. We started growing marijuana and selling it and my husband kept getting more and more sick and I kept getting more and more brainwashed and deluded by my own sin and terror. Prior to meeting him I had never even turned in a library book late. We kept getting further and further in debt with the marijuana business so he started planning armed robberies and I fled to save my life. I found the first man I thought I was able to trust, one of my former college professors, and I moved in with him. I was terrified of my husband and afraid he would kill me, he told me he would, so I stayed with the professor out of fear. Within 2 months the professor was prostituting me out. A year and a half later I finally got up the courage to leave and I rebuilt my life one tiny step at a time and got my counseling career back. All shined up on the outside I met my current husband who was and is extremely impressive. I told him about my past but from everything you could see on the outside I looked highly functional, intelligent, grounded, and I made a lot of money and had a lot of charm. I had also learned how to manipulate men. My second husband loved me WELL, but couldn't see that my soul was nearly dead. I'm not exaggerating. Every year this pain, unknown to others, got worse. I'd lost my dad to suicide, and my ex-husband died in a shoot out with police, after robbing a bank. When Trump lost, and I believed that the election was stolen, I cratered. All the ZOG conspiracies from my first husband flooded me. Despite the returning paranoia I'd developed from living with a lunatic who hated the government, I thought the election would be overturned on January 6th. I thought we were a free country. I was terrified when the results were upheld. I was an atheist, Trump was my hope. So I carefully planned my suicide for the morning of January 13th, 2020. My mother-in-law came over that morning. She's an evangelical Christian. She shared the gospel with me and I just wanted her to leave so I could kill myself. I started sobbing and said, "I don't deserve this!" She sweetly smiled at me and said, "honey, if we got what we deserve, we'd both be in hell right now. " Man. I froze. I still don't know if it was her words, or that smile on her face, but I instantly knew it was true. I asked her, "what do I do?!" We said the sinners prayer and BAMN I was flooded with peace, joy, and love. All the pain and shame was gone. GONE. Three hours later my dear husband came home (he'd sent his mom over to babysit me because he was terrified to leave me alone). He saw me, and was immediately saved. He'd witnessed a miracle. That's the short version 😉 Glory to God. He is SO GOOD.

John piper attempt to define “SIN” and I’ve never thought of it this way. Watch this and save it.