Can we stand the test of losing all that we have, including our children, homes, jobs, and possessions, and still believe God loves us? Can we believe that "All things work together for the good of them that love the Lord and are the called according to his purpose?" Will you stand until the end? Will you deny yourself, take up your cross and follow him daily? Will you forsake mother, father, sister and brother, for his sake. It would be wonderful if we all grew up like Father Knows Best, Ozzie and Harriet, My Three Sons, and the Huxtables. But that is not the case in most families It was very different for me, as it probably is for most people. Childhood was filled with much anguish and heaps of pain, pain that never seemed to cease, always trying to understand what is functional and dysfunctional. How did I know that my Knight in shining amour would become my greatest "knightmare," and that I was truly Sleeping with the Enemy I would eventually find myself living in prison in my own house, scared all the time, shaking on the inside, scared for myself, my mother, and my children. How do I get out, what do I do?