We
live in a nightmare world. I’m sure there are people right at this
moment who are surfing the net while trying to block out terrible
memories. Maybe they are hiding behind the shame of having been
brutally beaten. Maybe they have been verbally abused so many times
they half believe the lies that are told them. I know a little girl
who is constantly being bullied. I try to help but what will be the
long range results of such cruelty? I also know a woman who was
physically abused as a child and it carried over into her first
marriage. She managed to escape when he threatened to shoot her and
the children, but the second marriage was just as bad in different
ways. Are you caught in the same sort of trap and no one seems to
care and understand?
What are you being
called? Do you believe the lies? How have you been treated today,
this last week or month? Are you the victim of an alcoholic or
someone who is mentally ill? Are you too fearful or ashamed to admit
it? Do you have anyone to go to that you feel safe with?
I’m not sitting in
an ivory tower somewhere and tossing down bits of advice to you. I’ve
been in the gutter also. I have felt the anger, the hatred and
depression that comes from being molested. But I have also learned
how to forgive and the healing that eventually comes with it. It
wasn’t easy. I suffered emotionally for many years because of what
happened, but now I am free. Now I want to reach out a helping hand
to you and let you know there is a way of escape. There is hope and a
light at the end of the tunnel.
To start with I’d
like you to repeat these words at least ten times a day.
I am precious
in the eyes of the Lord. I do not deserve to be abused. God does not
want me to be abused. I am a worthwhile person.
We can’t see the
future so from one day to the next it might not seem like anything is
changing, but if you trust God to lead you, someday you will be able
to look back and see that things have gotten better. And remember I
am praying for you.
marilynfriesen.blogspot.com
No comments :
Post a Comment