It's Raining Husbands

By Kimberly Foulkes

If you think you have seen or heard it all, you have not yet read It's Raining Husbands! This book was written by author Kim Foulkes concerning the last four decades of her life. Kim has courageously opened her life to the world so that others can benefit and learn from her mistak

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kimberly Foulkes
• Release date: Nov 20, 2021
• ISBN: 9798985187311

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Introduction

We live in a microwave society that wants everything quick and easy. It’s a world that prefers to hide any wound rather than have it exposed so it can heal. A world that would rather be entirely covered in band-aids, because it’s the band-aids that are holding them together. It’s Raining Husbands shows how removing the band-aids allows Jesus’ access to our hurt, takes the scars onto Himself, walks the wounded through their pain, and provides healing for the wounds.

This book is for the real ones, the fighters, the hot mess kind of people. It’s for the ones that will humble themselves and face things head-on. It’s Raining Husbands is for the person open to truth, truth of their flaws, truth of their crazy, truth of their past, truth of their unhealthy non-working coping mechanisms. It’s for the brave ones that you will find in the counselor’s office, the self-help aisle of the bookstore, or the first to respond to the pastor’s invitation for prayer type of people. This book is for the peeps committed to do all they can to have their best life, to get on a different path, to be healed and healthy, and to learn how to live in a world with all those who won’t.

It’s Raining Husbands will help you tear off the band-aids and get free. If I can do it, I know you can too. There is nothing special about me. I am just a woman from corn country who is sick and tired of being sick and tired. I work hard to face my codependency and brokenness. I learned how to be single and content. With the Lord’s help, I forgave myself and forgave those who have hurt me.

This book will help you see that you are never too old to make a change. That if you are still breathing, then there is still time. With some sweat, tears, and Jesus, anything is possible. My story will help you to feel better about your past and is sure to make you laugh. If you can’t laugh at yourself just yet, that is okay. You can get some practice by laughing at me. So, grab a life vest and hop on for the ride. Thank you for braving the waters!

Chapter 1

EXCUSE ME GOD?

I was driving along minding my own business when God spoke to me clearly and said I need to give one of my ex-husbands a message. I said, Oh no, please…please pick someone else! I struggled to obey and finally said, Okay God, I will pray about it and if you confirm it at least in these two ways, in the church message, and if my ex-sister-n-law is in church today, I will pray with her and possibly text him. I figured there is no way these two things will both happen, so I was good! I felt God say, I am calling you to call out the lie. I thought, What? Why me? And really, God, how is he going to take that in a text, or from me? I knew exactly what ‘call out the lie’ was about.

I met my first husband, Pat, at ten years old in the church that my family had just started attending. He was so, so cute, with perfect features and big blue, innocent, hurting eyes. I remember he was laying his head on his mom’s shoulder when I saw him. I just had to be his girlfriend. I asked another boy, Mark, to ask Pat to be my boyfriend and Pat agreed. I am sure to this day he has questioned that decision a time or two.

We were boyfriend and girlfriend starting in the fourth grade. Mostly just sitting in the gym together waiting for our bus and being bus buddies. Sharing a seat, exchanging notes in the hall, which consisted of me writing notes and him more than likely just throwing them away. We also went to the same church. We saw each other Sundays, Wednesday nights, and for winter and summer church camp. I was a grade ahead of him. When I went into Junior high, we broke up. The same thing happened when I went to High School. I would often panic and beg him to take me back. He would reluctantly always give in.

I wasn’t allowed to go on an official date, alone that is, until I was sixteen. Because his family was from our church, I somehow got my way and got to go over to his house years before I could date. We grew very close at a very young age. We were such an odd couple. On the bus, he would steal guys’ hats right off their heads and make fun of them. I was always giving them back and saying, Pat, stop. We had to be the most unusual, opposite couple there ever was. But we were known as ‘The Couple’ through Grade School, Junior High, and High School. I was awkward and nerdy, and he was bullying and rougher. He was adorable to me though. I loved how he wasn’t a pushover or wimpy. His roughness made me feel safe and special when he was less hateful to me than he was to others.

I got to go on my first date on my sixteenth birthday. That was all I ever wanted. I got ready and was very excited with anticipation of how romantic and amazing it would be! I took a long time to get ready so I would look pretty for him. My parents gave us the house to ourselves. Pat came over with wine and cold spaghetti from a local Italian Restaurant. I felt sad and disappointed from the start. I just wished he would have put more thought into my birthday and have a card or gift for me. And I was not okay with alcohol as we were underage at sixteen. We ate, and he drank, and then he said come on and we left in his mom’s car. We got in the car, and he said if I didn’t have sex with him, he would break up with me and never date me again. Not the special birthday and first date I had imagined in my head. I truly could not handle the thought of losing him. The thought of it panicked me.

So, against my true wishes and breaking my promise to God, to remain pure until marriage, I gave in. Right in the back seat of his mom’s car. I had promised my purity to God at a church function months before my birthday. The car was blue, small, cramped, and uncomfortable. I hit my head in the process and well, it hurt. The first time for girls is not fun at all. I came home broken and sick in my soul. I hurt and felt lost. l guess that happens when you grieve the Holy Spirit. I felt down, alone and dirty. I took the longest hot bath and could not wash enough to feel clean again. My poor Mom had a huge smile and said, Hi Kim, tell me all about your first date! Oh, how I wanted to tell her how lonely and hurting I was, but I couldn’t even bear to say a word on the subject. I just crawled somewhat into myself.

Once I broke that promise to God, I felt like, ‘why even try to be good as I could never get my virginity back.’ After messing up a few times and feeling convicted, I just had to tell my mom. I needed to open up and share so she could help me. It didn’t quite go as I had planned. From what I remember, she chased me around the house yelling. I had told her with our best friends there, my second mom and my best friend, Alana, thinking that would help. I said, I won’t anymore. We broke up. Soon the atmosphere changed, and our friends left.

Time went by and I missed Pat, and Pat missed me. What happened, unbeknownst to us, is that we became soul-tied. A soul-tie is a bond that can form through connection, mainly physical connection, which causes us to feel unusually attached. It happens especially through sex. Soul-ties can make us feel manipulated, controlled, and obsessive over a relationship or person. Ungodly soul-ties are bondage and enforced by demons to keep us stuck. Many out there in this world cannot shake the wrong relationship, cannot break free, all due to ungodly soul-ties.

I was forbidden to see or talk to him; my parents attempt to protect me. But it had the opposite effect. It made me want Pat even more. Our friend, Chris got involved and came over. My parents allowed me to leave with him and he took me to Pat, who was parked the next block over. Didn’t my parents know forbidden love is the strongest?

Time went by and we started dating. My parents were not happy, but it was what it was. One day Pat decided he had lost all respect for me and could not date me anymore, as I did sexual things with him that he wanted me to do. But now he was truly done. I had cried for hours on a bus ride back from church camp that we were at together. I just could not get myself to settle down and knock off the hysterical crying. I did not know why my emotions were so strong and all over the place. I realized this time,