I'm still standing Satan.
A story of love in adoption from a two-sided perspective.
I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse. And you do not get to water down what that means. I was a child threatened, held down, forced, ridiculed, mentally tortured, and verbally assaulted for power. I experienced fear, hate and a longing for love all within a second of time. I tried to be good, …
Every day I woke up, I chose to smile again, to feel again, and to love again. When the moments were too hard to bare, I ran forward and jumped into His arm, and when facing God in my broken mental state was too difficult, I simply let go, and fell back without sight, and without fear, and gently placed myself in his loving hands.
Perhaps what you don't think you need to hear, is exactly what God needs you to receive!
We are the faces that only we see in a crowd. United by actions I won't repeat now. Family in seclusion, individually colored in every hue. Desiring to be normal, and feel more like you.
Secrets have escaped the dungeons. Once a prisoner far below the surface for her entire life, the chains were broken and the bars removed, and the dark whispers of the past are out. The secrets have found their way into the present.
We each bring fragments of brokenness into the arena of healing, and together, we claim victories on multiple levels. If ever one thinks they are alone, they would be wrong.
The chains holding me in one spot, as I helplessly watch my own being self destruct, can only be broken when I am fully aware and cognizant in my own life.
Close these eyes and clearly see
All the times gone by.
When dust is back to life again
Swirling about my eye.