Precious

There have been many dark days in my life.  I understand the pain of betrayal.  I have lived where no child should have to live without some basic needs.  I know the fear of being on the wrong end of a gun.  I have been verbally, emotionally and physically beaten down.  

Yet, I now know I was never alone.  I could have been brought to an utter end but was not.  And this was before I knew Jesus.  Now that I know Him, He shows me his love for me over and over again.  And I have a new perspective looking back on those dark days.  Jesus has proven Himself faithful to me over and over again.  He has blessed my life.  Each day, He helps me to move closer to wholeness through Him.  There are no words to express my love and gratitude to Jesus for the peace and hope He has lavished on me.  

Why would He do this for me?  Because He loves me, and I am His.  I am precious in His eyes.

“Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior…you are precious in my eyes, and honored, and I love you”        

Isaiah 43:1-4 ESV

Sharing

I am part of the cruel statistic of 1 in 3 women and 1 in 4 men who have been sexually abused.  My life has been filled with many struggles and pain.  However, I have also found hope and healing and would like to share them with a world filled with hurting people.  If this blog can save even just one person from continued hurting, it is worth it.

There are actually many reasons to share how I have come to find peace.  Most of us are excited to share with our friends when we find a good thing – like a great sale, a fantastic cup of coffee, or a book you just couldn’t put down.  There are many reasons to share: to give thanks to my Rescuer, help others, and raise awareness of a hushed evil.  Still, there is fear in sharing.  Much of this fear is a direct result of our culture’s and our family’s unwillingness to admit to our hidden evils.  If we don’t admit to, it isn’t really happening.  If we don’t acknowledge it, it will just go away.  But in reality, it doesn’t go away.  It is just a wound that festers and spreads until there is nothing but decay.

I hope you will join me in walking this path and that you will find peace on the way.