A Healing Soul... ... ...
I am a wife, mother, grandmother, daughter, friend, nurse. The list goes on and on. The order of the list changes over time. For many years I identified myself as a sexually abused victim. Over time, that identity became that of a sexual abuse survivor. Now it is a part of who I am but no longer defines me.
I am married to a man who, in his earlier years, was sexually broken. His actions and lifestyle hurt others. For many years, I have lived in shame and have carried the guilt of my husband’s actions. This journey has taken me down many roads. I have taken many wrong turns characterized by much pain.
Everyone that knows me, knows that I can get lost just driving across town. My 3 year old grandson likes to play the GPS game. He knows that I do not drive anywhere without my GPS. He says “turn right”, “turn left”, and “you have arrived at your destination”. I have definitely not arrived at my destination. What I do know is that I am a child of the King.
Pain looks differently for all of us, but we can Count It All Joy because JOY teaches us to depend on God.
Because of Him, Hope
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