I have been listening to Lauren Daigle's new music. I decided to draw her from the cover of her CD. My favorite song is "Rescue" "You are not hidden, There's never been a moment you were forgotten. You are not hopeless, though you have been broken your innocence stolen..." It speaks to me from my past years of abuse. God did rescue me from it, even though it was 13 years of enduring the abuse, the rescue came after. You may ask, how do you believe in God when he let you go through that? I know God was with me through it all, it was then that I was drawn closer to God. There is always a reason for the things we go through. We are being strengthened, taught to persevere, taught patience. It is also though that pain, that situation, you become a help to someone else who maybe going though the same thing. You may even see a situation and know what is happening and be able to help, or prevent . I dont think I ever felt sorry for myself for what had happened to me, but it did effect me. It did break me inside, it did cause me to lose people who were my family. Because they would not stand with me. My own brother was one of those people. Do I hate him or hold a grudge with him? No. He had to do what was right for him. I understand that he needed a "family" he needed that connection. I didn't. I found my family in my husband/husbands family. I finally got to experience what a real father was like in my father in law. I found my family in my friends. High school was a really hard time, it was in the midst of the abuse and my safe place was school. I was fortunate enough to have people in my class and in my school who were my comfort. Who protected me, though they didnt know what from or even know they were.They were there for me and brought me joy, they brought me though. I will always love my brother. I miss him. I hope he knows that. I just know, that if I was to have a relationship with him, the past is attached. I cannot bring the past back into my life. I have found happiness with my little family.
I have been rescued.
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