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This book goes inside the mind of a domestic violence victim and shows healing and peace can be attained by faith in Jesus Christ.

Jennifer E. Embury delves further into the traumatic events that took place during her childhood, which she introduced in her first book, A Drink of Water: A Memoir about My Life with Men.
In Loaves of Bread, she shares how despite so many obstacles, she became a successful veterinarian.
She also looks back at how on November 4, 2007, she was baptized and received her first Holy Communion. About ten days later, while she was sleeping, the Lord raised her up to the ceiling so she could not move. For about three hours, she was suspended in the air.
The next morning, when she woke up, she had an insatiable hunger for the Word of God. She read every word in the Bible like it was the bread of life. After many months of study, she memorized all of Scripture.
In this memoir, she explores how she found success despite an interwoven cycle of child abuse, drug addiction, codependency, and domestic violence. She also shows how counseling combined with her deep relationship with Jesus Christ allowed her to heal.

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Publié par	Archway Publishing
Date de parution	17 novembre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781665725637
Langue	English

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LOAVES OF BREAD
MY LIFE AS A VETERINARIAN

JENNIFER E. EMBURY

Copyright © 2022 Jennifer E. Embury.

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Scripture taken from the New King James Version®. Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson. Used by permission. All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-6657-2565-1 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-2564-4 (hc)
ISBN: 978-1-6657-2563-7 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2022911495

Archway Publishing rev. date: 11/16/2022

To Donna,
Thank you for showing me the way through this.
With much love,
Jenni
Thus says the Lord, who makes a way in the sea and a path though the mighty waters.
—Isaiah 43:16

CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
References

PROLOGUE
It was lunch break on the second day of the grueling Florida Bar Exam at the Tampa Convention Center. My joints and muscles launched into spasms as I stood up from my desk when time was called, woozy and lightheaded, after three house of intense concentration. I walked out of the icy, cavernous hall where the exam was held, and was herded along with the other thousand-plus applicants, angling and jostling for a spot on the escalator to go down to the vast main reception area. I located the ballroom where my law school was providing lunch to all their student candidates.
I had no energy to speak to anyone but was cordial and polite to my classmates and professors. I smiled and said hello to everyone as they checked my name off the list. I tried to be invisible as I went into the ballroom and grabbed a box lunch off the table. There were two large bowls of ice with bottled water in one bowl and cans of Coke in the other. I grabbed a bottle of water and a can of Coke along with my lunch and bolted out of the room.
I took my lunch to the outside patio next to the waterway to warm up. I walked out into the blinding sunshine and was hit by a wave of luxurious warm air. Searching the large cement patio area, I found a table next to the water but also in the shade. Opening my box lunch, I found a turkey, lettuce, tomato, and provolone sandwich on whole wheat bread, a small bag of Lay’s potato chips, a small condiment-sized container of pasta salad, and a package of two chocolate chip cookies. I ravenously gulped down the cold can of Coke and was grateful for the immediate sugar buzz.
I imagined the students and faculty from my law school lovingly packed my lunch and put a note in the box wishing me good luck on the exam. I looked in the box, but there was no note. I looked at the box and realized my school probably ordered the box lunches from the convention center and took no part in packing my lunch. I felt disappointed and stared blankly ahead. I watched the high-rise buildings shimmer their reflections off the water and ate my turkey sandwich.
“Is anyone sitting here?” The words brought me sharply out of my trance, and I looked up. There was a diminutive, elderly, dark-skinned black lady looking over at me. She had medium-length curly dark hair and elegant high cheekbones.
“No,” I told her. “Help yourself.” She half-smiled and dragged the chair a couple feet away, facing toward the water. She sat in the chair so her back was to me.
After a couple minutes, she turned and looked over her shoulder toward me. “Is there a meeting here?” she asked me.
“I’m actually here to take the Florida Bar Exam,” I explained. “I’m here to take the test to be able to become a lawyer.”
I came down a notch in my explanation. I’ve been conditioned to do that as a veterinarian. Explain everything in the simplest terms possible. Talk in baby talk if you have to, without being condescending. It really is an art form that I have perfected.
“Well … Praise God,” the black woman exclaimed. “I will be praying for you!”
“Thank you.” I smiled a peaceful, knowing smile at her.
“You a Christian?” she asked me.
I smiled and nodded yes.
“Well, Praise God, sister! Mind if I come and have lunch with you?”
“Certainly! Please come and join me.” I scooted my chair over to make room for her.
She dragged the heavy chair that weighed more than she did right next to me so the right arm of my chair was touching the left arm of her chair. She squiggled into her seat, and now my right arm was touching her left arm.
“Well, thank You, Jesus, for bringing me this sister at this time. I can see she is a strong woman of God, and she will pass her exam. I am praying over her now and can feel the strength of the Lord that He will bring her through it.”
I felt an electric current shoot through me as she prayed over me.
“Yes,” I kept affirming her words. “Yes, God will bring me through it. And He will bring all these people through it. I have been praying over everyone in the entire room.” I looked into her dark brown eyes and told her my story.
“About ten years ago, I asked Jesus to come into my life. On my birthday, on November 4, 2007, I was baptized and received my first Holy Communion. About ten days later, while I was asleep, God raised me up to the ceiling of my bedroom and I could not move. From the hours of twelve midnight to three o’clock in the morning he kept me suspended near the ceiling. He poured blood and water into both sides of my chest for three hours. It looked like the parting of the Red Sea, but the blood and water poured into my chest. I felt the most intense euphoria that I have ever experienced in my life.
“The next morning, when I woke up, I had an insatiable hunger for the word of God. I read every word in the Bible like it was the bread of life. I was starving, and my soul could not stop eating the word of God. Every word of the Bible was imprinted into my soul, so now I have memorized the entire Scripture. This was over a period of many months to maybe a couple years. I am finally satiated but still need to replenish my hunger daily.”
The black woman looked at me as tears ran down her elegant cheekbones.
“Oh Lord, oh Lord,” she cried. “The exact same thing happened to me in 1977. I was dying of cancer, and my parents took me to a revival. They prayed over me, and I fell out in the spirit. About ten days later, I was sleeping in my bed. I was raised up to the ceiling of my bedroom, just like you were. I felt the power of the Holy Spirit pour into my chest just like you. My arms were stretched out and I could not move, just like you. After that, I was completely cured of cancer. They found no cancer left in my body.”
I looked at her in amazement. “That’s remarkable,” I exclaimed. “I can’t believe the exact same thing happened to you. And that you would come here today to this exact spot to where I’m having lunch.”
“Oh, that was God’s intervention. He told me to come out here. I live in those apartments right next door. I just retired from the Department of Defense and moved down here about a year ago. Anyway, this morning I was feeling restless in my soul, and He told me to bring my lunch and come out here and sit by the water.
“I was feeling restless about my grandchildren. My granddaughter is in the military, and she was over there and saw her best friend get blown up right before her eyes. She’s back home now, but she has PTSD. She is not doing well. They were going to send her back over there, but they decided she couldn’t go. She’s still stationed right there at MacDill.
“My grandson is also in the military. They’re getting ready to ship him out somewhere he can’t even tell me. He keeps telling me, ‘Grandma, I don’t want to go.’ Dear God, he is so scared, and I can’t help him.”
I took her hand and began to pray out loud. “Dear God, please protect these beloved grandchildren. Please heal their wounds and scars, and let them know You are with them. Let them know You are watching over them. Please bring them peace and healing, and let them know You love and care for them, and You will fulfil all their needs. Please give their grandmother peace, and let her know You will take care of her grandchildren for her.”
“Praise God,” my new friend sighed quietly. “I am so glad I came out here today. Here, I have this scripture for you.” She dug into her bag and pulled out her Bible and read from Isaiah 65:19: “I will rejoice in Jerusalem, and joy in My people; the voice of weeping shall no longer be heard in her, nor the voice of crying.”
I commented, “I