It is my prayer that you are not only entertained, but also liberated as a woman when reading these pages. This book is for every single mother daring to raise her kids in the face of adversity. It is for every married woman who secretly wishes for a divorce. This book is to every first lady who sits on the front row or up on the stage next to a man who thinks she is invisible. It is for every woman who is grappling with her identity and self-worth after that rape or sexual abuse at the hands of a loved one or a friend. This book is for the woman who was impregnated by her father as a teenager. It is for the woman who chose to sleep with a married man even though she was married to another man. This book is for every woman who has a hole in her soul and she may be seeking to fill it with something that will anesthetize the pain its dark hollowness is causing. This book is for every woman who is ready to tell the truth about their hurt and ready to heal in the same room and scene as other bleeding women. God has called you all to one room. God is after all of you. He arrested me in my apartment room fifteen plus years ago now in Los Angeles, and prompted me to write a love story and a love letter of healing to you. Hey Woman, on behalf of God, you have been called, wooed even, into the intoxication of His healing. You can heal. I know you do not think so. Some of you may not even want to. You may think that you do not have the time or energy to deal with it. Nevertheless, the mere fact that you were led to this book says that it is your time and it is your turn to heal. Ready, set, Lord, heal thy woman.