The Miracle of a Lifetime

By Josiah Marshall

"It is after midnight. I walk the streets of my home town. Snow covers the ground and ice crunches under my feet. My direction is south. Not sure where I am going but that doesn’t matter."


The following story is about how God took my failures and made them His successes. From a fatal suicide attempt to failed relationships, my story is one of grace and mercy. And how God not only redeemed my life, relationships with my family and with Jesus Christ, but also restored my mind from severe Bipolarism, Borderline Personality Disorder and Pre-schizophrenia.

~ Philippians 2:1-12; Psalms 119:68 ~

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365031144

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The Miracle of a Lifetime

The True Short Story Version

Copyright © 2016

Josiah Marshall

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form, except for a brief quotation in review, without permission in writing from the author/publisher.

Cover art by Josiah Marshall. Copyrighted. All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-365-03114-4

Caution!

This short story contains mature content. Suicide, mutilation, mental disorder, and other difficulties related to such extreme tendencies are discussed.

The style of writing is less of a caution. Each chapter or entry is sporadic in date (focused on primary events to be detailed in a full-length version) and written in the vernacular you find in a journal; brevity and idiomatic.

Southbound

Journal Entry:

November 2, 2001

It is after midnight. I walk the streets of my home town. Snow covers the ground and ice crunches under my feet. My direction is south. Not sure where I am going, but that doesn’t matter. I am focused on the song repeating in my headphones.

The darkness laughs as the wounds destroy and your prayers turn to noise, resounds through me as past events inundate me.

At my high school graduation, I gave a speech about where I was going and what I was going to do: college, ministry, and family. But now two and a half years later, I am walking away from my family with fresh scars up and down my fore-arms itching from the cold air. The past seven years replay in my head like a bad dream. Bullied at age twelve; sexually assaulted by a woman from church at age fourteen; my grandmother’s bodyguard from my granddad at fifteen; and blamed by