Miraculous Manna Stories of healings, miracles, salvations, deliverances, prophetic dreams and visions; all bringing glory to God. written by Carrie Christopher Take a walk through a suffocating garden of death and a glorious, life-filled garden of life. Bask in a heavenly testimony of a deliverance from temptation, lust, wealth and the war against guilt as our Father in heaven redeems, shapes, and molds His child into His glorious image. This woman was the epitome of the perfect stay-at-home mother; she outdid ‘Susie homemaker.’ She rested cozily in fulfilled dreams, nestled in a log cabin with her picture-perfect family. Her family were good old church-goers, servants at heart, laboring in their home and tirelessly in their church ministries. They were intricate parts of their American church community. She was faithful to teach the Bible in her home, to admonish good works, and tirelessly toil. This beauty had it all, literally everything she could ever want and desire. But it was never enough. There was a shortcoming buried and deeply embedded in her soul, one that she never had to come face to face with - her sin. She wrestled with guilt and imitated perfection, idolizing the perfect Christian family - heart and home. You see, her sin was lying unreconciled in her heart. This sister hadn’t seen the light because guilt lied to her as a professed Christian. She buried her pain under the idol of perfectionism, all ruled by guilt within. She tried to be good enough, wise enough, strong enough, successful enough; the righteous, successful Christian. But inwardly, she knew the truth - it was never enough. Sin wrapped her heart and she had no way to release it to receive the paramount of forgiveness that the gospel promises; instead, guilt promised to silence her. The slithering, sneaky snake entered into this woman’s heart and home through the access bridge of guilt-driven perfectionism. He lured and enticed this ‘good girl’ with venomous lies. He crept into a 20-year marriage and whispered that infidelity, pornography, and sexual lusts were better than God and better than a perfection-driven life. You see, her sin was always hidden lying dormant, covered up by her good works. When the lures and fangs of sexual impurity pounced, she was enticed by her own desire.