(11/2/12)
When I was 13 my dad died. After my dad died, my family did not know what to do and I was left broken and alone. At the time we had many friends who were more like family. One of those was a friend of my brother’s, one of his closest, even ended up being one of his groomsmen.
That friend then did the unimaginable, something most would consider unforgivable. The simplest way to put it, I was molested for 3 years.
Once it ended i was more broken than ever and spent many years in a world of hate and running from God. Did many things I now regret and many more I regretted even at the time.
There came a day when I just had to open my eyes and see Jesus standing there in front of me with His hand out ready to pick me up. Instantly i felt a change, but there was part of me that was holding back. I was not able to forgive the man who hurt me, no part of me could. I was able to forgive him, but not by any means of my own, I was able to solely because of and through Christ.
I can now look at my life, and see how Christ has healed me. I am left with some scars still, emotional ones.
Scars are funny things, some are deep and some are shallow. Some scars may fade away. Some scars are so deep that they may heal, leaving their mark, but under the skin the flesh that even when healed you can feel the deeper wounds with just a bit of pressure.
