Book Description
This is a candid, eye-witness thrilling account of how the pressures of family, doctors and friends led the author to make the biggest mistakes of her life. At the age of 30 she turns her life around through a spiritual awakening. With the help of God she quits drinking, drugs and smoking to fulfill her Destiny to be a voice for the voiceless.
From the Publisher
From the Author
From the Inside Flap
"Denise Mountenay has been a guest on our television programs on a number of occasions and each time has proven herself a proficient communicator on behalf of the unborn. She is a person who is passionate about her calling and is compelling in her case against abortion.
Denise's book, FORGIVEN of murder...is a transparent account of Denise's own struggles with abortin in the past and a convincing argument for the cause against abortion. Denise is an intersting and challenging speaker in any setting and we have no hesitiation in recommending her ministry." In Christ, Dick & Joan Dewert President/Founders, CJIL-TV-The Miracle Channel
About the Author
Denise Mountenay is the Founder and President of CANADA SILENT NO MORE (CSNM) reaching out to the thousands of women hurt by legal abortion across Canada. They are collecting affidavit/testimonies from women damaged and wounded by abortion.
Recently, the CBC-The National aired a documentary on her work and mission. CSNM needs your support and help.
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We all have our own original life story. Each journey includes times of euphoria and times of discouragement, times of love and times of sorrow, times of joy and times of despair. This is my unique story.
A big hand pressed hard over my mouth. Fear gripped me. I couldn't scream; I could hardly breathe. What was happening? The covers were branzenly pullled down to my ankles. Who was doing this? A strange, naked heavy weight thumped down on top of me, forcing my legs apart. I tried to holler while pushing against this oppressive heaviness. With my heart racing, I struggled and squirmed against him, but it was no use. He was much too strong.
I was helpless. This is difficult for me to write, but I must go on. Pain seared below as he repeatedly...Then he fled, without a word. Alone, in shock, pain and fear, I wept quietly in torment that he might reappear. I was only thirteen years old...