He saved my life.......
Being born a woman....
I was born into a family of 11 surviving children.
We were taught to be respectful and be quiet. I never remember being held and told I was loved. I was one among many needy....
When something traumatic happened, whether it was to me or someone else in the family,
it was NOT talked about.
I came to you today in this blog,
To say, we must stop suppressing conversations about hard topics.
I was raped when I was sixteen, and had absolutely no one to talk to about it.
Not understanding what that did to my heart combined with no one to talk to began a long cycle of self loathing.
I felt like a dime store toy.
Cheap and tossed aside only to be picked up every so often and then tossed aside again.
LISTEN TO ME A SECOND....
Every woman I know has some similar kind of trauma.
Now, as an adult, left to figure out who we really are and to fight for ourselves to be authentic.
What I am about to tell you is how I began to be healed.
Alone, just me and Jesus, I began searching His Word to find peace. Just enough peace to make it through another day....
Not peace for tomorrow, just for that day.
I took my time reading passages I had in the past read through and not understood.
Slowly......and I do mean Slowly, God became my confidant.
The One who always heard my cries and understood my pain.
He had been with me during all those traumatic moments.
He is a personal God.
He doesn't mind listening to our whinning and complaining.
HE is our Savior in every sense of the word.
When I say He saved my life.....
I mean HE saved my life and He can save yours.