Betrayed for 30 Pieces of Silver: From a Wife's Perspective: From A Wife's Perspective

By Monica Alvarez

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trilogy Christian Publishing
• Release date: Aug 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781647731694

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Betrayed for 30 Pieces of Silver

Monica Alvarez

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Copyright © 2020 by Monica Alvarez

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DEDICATION

To my children, for always being there for me. I say that like I gave you a choice. I know the choices were mine and so were the mistakes, but I love you all for being such good sports with minimal complaints.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I want to thank Bishop T. D. Jakes, Pastor Steven Furtick, Michael Todd and Sarah Jakes-Roberts for speaking life over me. I believed you. Jesus said to remember what I said, remember what you heard. Faith: it’s doing something by which you have no sight. I applied what I heard. The life you spoke into me is the life that I pray I can speak into others, to lift up other women, to be in their lives what I needed in mine, what you were to me when I was in my wilderness. This entire book started out as I had been taking notes from your sermons. I did this to keep the enemy out of my head, to keep the depression at bay. I apologize if I repeat any of your exact words, but know that if I do, It is because those words resonated with me and made a huge impact on me, The life you spoke over me is the life I speak over others. I know that pouring out my oil, my voice, will set the captives free just as you did for me. Thank you for calling this Lazarus out of her grave.

I also want to thank Pastor Don from Destiny City Church where I attend on Sundays in Salisbury, North Carolina, and also Pastor Kevin at Rowan Christian Assembly for hosting the reboot program and becoming a weekly part of my life. Both of you taught me how to stand, and I am eternally grateful. For my Destiny City Church family—Janice, Cyndi, Karen, Amanda, and Justin—each one of you played an instrumental part of my healing. It is also because of you I didn’t quit. A special thanks to my cousins Crystal and Eddie as well. Not only are you saving the babies, you helped save me as well. You gave me inspiration when I thought my vision was too big for me. I know that when all of you stand before God on judgment day, I already know the words he will speak to you, Well done thy good and faithful servants, thank you for saving my children, to my sons and daughters, in whom I am well pleased

In The Beginning

This book was written with you in mind. What I’m trying to accomplish here is to show you that through faith and forgiveness, all things are possible. I pray that through my testimony and the wondrous grace of God bringing me back from such a dark place, you will see that trusting God and the stories in the Bible all are relative to your life as well. There is absolutely nothing that we go through that Jesus didn’t suffer through first.

Betrayal was the worst pain I’ve ever felt. Betrayal affected every aspect of my life. If you’re reading this, I’m assuming that it has affected your life as badly as it did mine. As we walk this out together, please know that I know how you feel, and Jesus knows how you feel as well.

Satan knows the Bible, and he loves to quote Scripture in order to destroy your faith. Remember how he tried to persuade Jesus to throw himself down from the roof? He argued from Scripture! If you are the Son of God, throw yourself down, for it is written, ‘He will command his angels concerning you’ (Matthew 4:6).

I’m going to go back a few years, actually many years. I was eight years old, and my mother and grandmother had taken me to a revival meeting at the local community center in a little town called China Grove, North Carolina. The speaker ,whom I remember as Sister Angley, left the podium and walked to the back of the church where I was sitting. She pulled me out of the crowd and prophesied over my life. She said, You have a calling, and it is going to change many lives. She said that I was predestined for greatness. She said, Many are called but few are chosen. She said that I was chosen. Satan knows the plans God has for your life. He will continually attack you and your faith. He’s wanting us to lose our faith and turn our backs on God. And he will use any means necessary to accomplish it.

I do not remember any part of my life that I have not been under attack. There were good things that happened. I’m not saying they didn’t, but I am saying that every time something good would happen, it would be ruined by something bad that would follow. I never got to thoroughly celebrate a victory without coming out of it swinging at something else. From the time I was a little girl, I have been under attack. He called me into a family that did not feel like it fit me. Nothing about my childhood felt fair. Rocky people came and went. Never had I experienced anyone with roots, with loyalty. Those people did not exist in my world.

I understood from a very young age that I had a seed within me. What I didn’t understand was why God allowed me to be sown amongst the thorns and thistles. Those thorns and thistles are placed in my path to choke out the word that I had in me. Raised in the heart of the Bible Belt, the Word of God had been instilled in me as a child. Satan continually attacked me throughout my life. Growing up, I never felt loved. I spent my childhood feeling like an outsider, like a little girl looking through a window, watching everyone else enjoy life, but when I spoke, no one heard me.

Satan has tried to kill me numerous times in my life, whether it be a car accident, a ceiling collapsing on my head, an abusive boyfriend, or the betrayal of a husband, a man who was more than a spouse; he was my best friend. He knew my story, he knew the parts that nobody else knew.

One time in particular I remember, I believe I would have died had God not had a plan for my life. 2 Timothy 1:9 says that He saved us and has called us to a holy calling, not because of works but because of His purpose and grace, which He gave us in Christ Jesus before the ages began. I had been dating a guy for months, and I do not recall any signs at all that would have revealed to me he was capable of hurting me, let alone almost killing me. It started on my job as a bartender in Cincinnati. One particular night someone had come in and spoken to me, but it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. But when I got home, after a long quiet car ride, wondering what was going on because he was never this quiet, I went in and sat on the couch with my back to the kitchen door. He asked me who had been talking to me. I had no idea what he was referring to. I was a bartender; I was in the people business, and I had no clue which particular person he was getting at. When I asked him which one, he said, Don’t play me for stupid! As he spoke those words to me, I turned around to see his hand in my face. He grabbed me by my hair, snatched me over the back of the couch, and dragged me into the kitchen. He beat me for what seemed to be an entire lifetime. Once I hit the floor, I remember praying, Oh God! Oh God, please make it stop! At this point, I could barely breathe. Then he picked me up, and he spun me above his head. I was barely missing the ceiling. To this day I can still see every inch of that kitchen flying by me in slow motion. Then he threw me with everything he had in him. I landed in the kitchen sink upside down, on my head, and it felt like my head was on backwards.

I then heard him snap the phone cord out of the wall, and he left, slamming the door behind him. I do not know how long I was upside down in that sink. Eventually I was able to slide down the front of the cabinet doors. I laid on that kitchen floor for nine days, unable to move, no food, no water, nothing for nine days. It felt like my neck was broken, it felt like my ribs were broken, and I was so afraid he was coming back through that door. Finally after nine days, God picked me up off that kitchen floor. It was the grace of God that gave me the strength to walk three blocks to a phone to call a friend. It is the grace of God that I’m still here today. It is because of that calling that Sister Angley told me about that picked me up off that floor. My purpose wouldn’t let me die.

Nothing Is As It Appears

After fifteen years of being a single mom, raising four children, and feeling semi-confident I had done a halfway decent job. I met someone at work. Actually, we had known each other for quite a long time but never really talked. One day we ran into each other working out in the field. We worked a very physical job out in the streets, so we took turns buying each other sneakers and monsters just to get through our day. Not long into our conversations about our lives, it seemed like he was never far away. When he lived in Kentucky, I was just across the river in Cincinnati. When I moved to California, I started out living in San Pedro. He worked right next door in Torrence. When I worked for a doctor’s office in Encino, he was a security guard in the next town over, Tarzana. It did not take Rocky very long to figure out what I was thinking. He knew when I was hungry, it seemed like he could read my mind, and there he was with lunch. He knew when I felt like stopping for a break, and bam! there he was pulling up behind me, every single time. Rocky was able to read my mind from across town

Now fast-forwarding through the entire summer of 2008, we arrive at November 6th, where Rocky and his sons moved in with me. It felt like the answer to all my prayers. He was perfect. I had no worries. It felt as though I had died and gone to heaven. I was a single mom for 15 years, and I had given up all hope of ever finding the love of my life. But this man worshipped the ground I walked on. That probably should have been my first red flag. God does not like for us to worship anyone but him. We serve a jealous God. But I went along with it because I had never been so happy in my entire life. For once in my life, I did not feel like a little girl looking through the window, watching everybody else enjoy life.

Not long into our relationship, he told me to find my dream house, and he’d buy it. I found it and we bought it. He even teased me at work with our friends. He told them that it was my birthday, Mother’s Day, Valentine’s Day, and Christmas gift for the rest of my life. A year later we got married, It was my fairytale. This man loved me unconditionally, and now I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. It was so amazing what this man did for me just to make me happy. I couldn’t wrap my brain