Sexual Abuse & the Bible

bible-questionsDid you know that there are stories of sexual abuse in the Bible?  One such story is in Judges 19 and the other is in 2 Samuel 13.  Judges is a story of a man offering women to a group of evil men in order to save himself.  It tells how the woman was used up and left to die.  The Bible very clearly reveals this as a despicable act and warns that violating someone in such a way will ravage their soul.

2 Samuel is a story of a woman named Tamar who to assaulted by her step-brother.  She is immediately chastised for the event by the brother who harmed her.  Tamar then goes to her other brother and her father for support and justice and she finds none, because their name is more important than Tamar’s innocence.

I would suspect that you will be able to identify with one if not both women in these stories.  Please read them and ask yourselves the following:

  • Are you surprised these stories are in the Bible?
  • Why are these stories included in the Bible?
  • Who do you identify with more?
  • How are their stories similar or different from yours?
  • How are their responses and reactions similar or different from yours?
  • At the end of Judges 19, the woman makes it to the threshold of the building in search for help and comfort.  What is your threshold of hope, help, and comfort?

19 In those days Israel had no king.

Now a Levite who lived in a remote area in the hill country of Ephraim took a concubine from Bethlehem in Judah. But she was unfaithful to him. She left him and went back to her parents’ home in Bethlehem, Judah. After she had been there four months, her husband went to her to persuade her to return. He had with him his servant and two donkeys. She took him into her parents’ home, and when her father saw him, he gladly welcomed him. His father-in-law, the woman’s father, prevailed on him to stay; so he remained with him three days, eating and drinking, and sleeping there.

On the fourth day they got up early and he prepared to leave, but the woman’s father said to his son-in-law, “Refresh yourself with something to eat; then you can go.” So the two of them sat down to eat and drink together. Afterward the woman’s father said, “Please stay tonight and enjoy yourself.” And when the man got up to go, his father-in-law persuaded him, so he stayed there that night. On the morning of the fifth day, when he rose to go, the woman’s father said, “Refresh yourself. Wait till afternoon!” So the two of them ate together.

Then when the man, with his concubine and his servant, got up to leave, his father-in-law, the woman’s father, said, “Now look, it’s almost evening. Spend the night here; the day is nearly over. Stay and enjoy yourself. Early tomorrow morning you can get up and be on your way home.” 10 But, unwilling to stay another night, the man left and went toward Jebus (that is, Jerusalem), with his two saddled donkeys and his concubine.

11 When they were near Jebus and the day was almost gone, the servant said to his master, “Come, let’s stop at this city of the Jebusites and spend the night.”

12 His master replied, “No. We won’t go into any city whose people are not Israelites. We will go on to Gibeah.” 13 He added, “Come, let’s try to reach Gibeah or Ramah and spend the night in one of those places.” 14 So they went on, and the sun set as they neared Gibeah in Benjamin. 15 There they stopped to spend the night. They went and sat in the city square, but no one took them in for the night.

16 That evening an old man from the hill country of Ephraim, who was living in Gibeah (the inhabitants of the place were Benjamites), came in from his work in the fields. 17 When he looked and saw the traveler in the city square, the old man asked, “Where are you going? Where did you come from?”

18 He answered, “We are on our way from Bethlehem in Judah to a remote area in the hill country of Ephraim where I live. I have been to Bethlehem in Judah and now I am going to the house of the Lord.[a] No one has taken me in for the night. 19 We have both straw and fodder for our donkeys and bread and wine for ourselves your servants—me, the woman and the young man with us. We don’t need anything.”

20 “You are welcome at my house,” the old man said. “Let me supply whatever you need. Only don’t spend the night in the square.” 21 So he took him into his house and fed his donkeys. After they had washed their feet, they had something to eat and drink.

22 While they were enjoying themselves, some of the wicked men of the city surrounded the house. Pounding on the door, they shouted to the old man who owned the house, “Bring out the man who came to your house so we can have sex with him.”

23 The owner of the house went outside and said to them, “No, my friends, don’t be so vile. Since this man is my guest, don’t do this outrageous thing. 24 Look, here is my virgin daughter, and his concubine. I will bring them out to you now, and you can use them and do to them whatever you wish. But as for this man, don’t do such an outrageous thing.”

25 But the men would not listen to him. So the man took his concubine and sent her outside to them, and they raped her and abused her throughout the night, and at dawn they let her go. 26 At daybreak the woman went back to the house where her master was staying, fell down at the door and lay there until daylight.

27 When her master got up in the morning and opened the door of the house and stepped out to continue on his way, there lay his concubine, fallen in the doorway of the house, with her hands on the threshold. 28 He said to her, “Get up; let’s go.” But there was no answer. Then the man put her on his donkey and set out for home.

29 When he reached home, he took a knife and cut up his concubine, limb by limb, into twelve parts and sent them into all the areas of Israel. 30 Everyone who saw it was saying to one another, “Such a thing has never been seen or done, not since the day the Israelites came up out of Egypt. Just imagine! We must do something! So speak up!” – Judges 19 (NIV)


13 In the course of time, Amnon son of David fell in love with Tamar, the beautiful sister of Absalom son of David.

Amnon became so obsessed with his sister Tamar that he made himself ill. She was a virgin, and it seemed impossible for him to do anything to her.

Now Amnon had an adviser named Jonadab son of Shimeah, David’s brother. Jonadab was a very shrewd man. He asked Amnon, “Why do you, the king’s son, look so haggard morning after morning? Won’t you tell me?”

Amnon said to him, “I’m in love with Tamar, my brother Absalom’s sister.”

“Go to bed and pretend to be ill,” Jonadab said. “When your father comes to see you, say to him, ‘I would like my sister Tamar to come and give me something to eat. Let her prepare the food in my sight so I may watch her and then eat it from her hand.’”

So Amnon lay down and pretended to be ill. When the king came to see him, Amnon said to him, “I would like my sister Tamar to come and make some special bread in my sight, so I may eat from her hand.”

David sent word to Tamar at the palace: “Go to the house of your brother Amnon and prepare some food for him.” So Tamar went to the house of her brother Amnon, who was lying down. She took some dough, kneaded it, made the bread in his sight and baked it.Then she took the pan and served him the bread, but he refused to eat.

“Send everyone out of here,” Amnon said. So everyone left him. 10 Then Amnon said to Tamar, “Bring the food here into my bedroom so I may eat from your hand.” And Tamar took the bread she had prepared and brought it to her brother Amnon in his bedroom. 11 But when she took it to him to eat, he grabbed her and said, “Come to bed with me, my sister.”

12 “No, my brother!” she said to him. “Don’t force me! Such a thing should not be done in Israel! Don’t do this wicked thing. 13 What about me? Where could I get rid of my disgrace? And what about you? You would be like one of the wicked fools in Israel. Please speak to the king; he will not keep me from being married to you.” 14 But he refused to listen to her, and since he was stronger than she, he raped her.

15 Then Amnon hated her with intense hatred. In fact, he hated her more than he had loved her. Amnon said to her, “Get up and get out!”

16 “No!” she said to him. “Sending me away would be a greater wrong than what you have already done to me.”

But he refused to listen to her. 17 He called his personal servant and said, “Get this woman out of my sight and bolt the door after her.” 18 So his servant put her out and bolted the door after her. She was wearing an ornate[a] robe, for this was the kind of garment the virgin daughters of the king wore. 19 Tamar put ashes on her head and tore the ornate robe she was wearing. She put her hands on her head and went away, weeping aloud as she went.

20 Her brother Absalom said to her, “Has that Amnon, your brother, been with you? Be quiet for now, my sister; he is your brother. Don’t take this thing to heart.” And Tamar lived in her brother Absalom’s house, a desolate woman.

21 When King David heard all this, he was furious. 22 And Absalom never said a word to Amnon, either good or bad; he hated Amnon because he had disgraced his sister Tamar. – 2 Samuel 13





questionsOne of the best ways to heal is asking questions of other survivors.  It gives you a sense that you aren’t alone or crazy.  It is nice to hear that someone has or had the same issue and how they are dealing with it or overcame it.

So here is your opportunity to ask a survivor and have your identity safe.  At any time, please feel free to submit a question.  I can answer it privately through email or I have post a blog with the response to your question without ever using your name.

It will really help you continue in your journey.  Look forward to hearing from you. ❤


Patience – Waiting on God

Single Woman Alone Swinging On The BeachI find myself in one of the most significant growth periods in my journey right now… Learning to wait on God.  I am a fixer, a doer, a helper.  I think things through and take action.  It is NOT like me to sit by as a spectator. But right now, I find myself in a situation that I can do nothing about.  I cannot fix it, help it, even be in it.  I have to completely, totally, 100% wait on God.  He is the ONLY one who can help.

I wish I could explain the feeling.  In a small sense, it is a feeling of weakness and having no control.  But in a larger sense, it is quite the remarkable thing… the feeling of placing ALL of your faith in a situation over to God.  It is liberating, scary, joyful, heartbreaking, comforting, PROFOUND.

patience11My duty right now is to just keep a safe distance, have patience, and wait on God. I have a unique feeling, a liberating feeling that God will take care of this.  I will have my prayers answered and have the most joyful relationship that I have ever known, but I must wait.

PATIENCE.. I think it is something every person on the planet struggles with.  As survivors, I think we have to display and tap into our reserves of patience more than any others.  We have to have patience to heal physically and emotionally, patience to mourn, patience to receive to courage to live each day, patience to gather strength, patience for trying to forgive, patience for justice… Each step on this journey takes so much time to get through. It’s like knowing the bend to round to the finish line is somewhere up ahead beyond our vision and we have no idea when we will see it.  It takes faith to get there and then patience while running the marathon.

patienceAs I go through my time of acquiring great patience, I hope you can take a moment as I have (which by the way, was the Word of God) and realize each step is a victory.  We must focus on ONE thing at a time. God is on our side and only wants what is best for us, so look for the small miracles.  Truly take a moment to reflect and drink them in and then ask for the next and know it will come… in time.

Love and God bless ❤

**Two songs today depending on where you are on your journey: Oh My Soul by Casting Crowns and Control by Tenth Avenue North

**Lots of verses on patience and I couldn’t pick just one.  Hope you find one that helps.

“in purity, understanding, patience and kindness; in the Holy Spirit and in sincere love;” – 2 Cor 6:6

“being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience,” – Col 1:11

“Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.” – Col 3:12

“Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains.” – James 5:7

Waiting-is-a-sign-of-true-love-and-patience.-Anyone-can-say-I-love-you-but-not-everyone-can-wait-and-prove-its-trueI’m waiting for you.


Time to bring down the walls and be honest with someone. Pick your someone carefully – VERY carefully if this is the first person with whom you are sharing your story. It can be any part of your story that you care to share… it can be one small detail. It can be a great deal.

Have a small goal in mind. It could be as simple as saying three words. “I was molested.” See how it feels, try it out. I will warn you that the first time you open your mouth, it is scary as hell.

Also a word on expectations, try to go into it with very little. They can be a killer in relationships. Again I know this is hard, but it truly depends on who you are choosing to tell. If it’s a counselor, you can make a safe bet on the outcome. If it is someone who cares about you, expect anything… from rage to asking if you are sure. (Now personally that’s a response I love…. “no I’m not sure. Just thought I’d throw it out there to see what would happen! YES, I’m sure! Duh!”) but expect it. They will be shocked, maybe hurt, heartbroken, angry, etc. even though you are telling them because you need help. They need process time and who knows the first reaction you may get. This unfortunately is not a fairy tale or movie that’s wrapped up in an hour and a half with a nice neat bow… this is life and as real as it gets. So be prepared.

truthHowever, once you have said it out loud, it is SLOWLY liberating. Keep focused on that… the end goal – peace. Chances are it won’t bring peace at first. It may stir up emotions that you have successfully shoved into a tiny box in your soul. This is normal too and it’s OKAY. Survivors stifle the emotions that you are not allowed to feel or show during abuse. We become EXCELLENT fake smilers with all our emotions neatly packed away. But speaking your truth out loud, it does something to your box…. shall we say open it like Pandora did but shake it up first and then dump it out and then just to make sure… tap the bottom a bit to get out any crumbs. That my friend is what will probably happen.

I’ve been down this path and came bursting out the other side. My goal here isn’t to sugar coat anything. It’s to be honest and real and to support you and walk you through the process. So strap yourself in cause you are headed for a hell of a ride BUT it is so worth it. God will grant you a peace that you didn’t even know was possible… so remember eyes on the end game!

The context for this verse is different if you read the verses around it, but these words are perfect here. Because you are starting to open the door to your personal prison.

“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” – John 8:32

The truth… it WILL set you free and I wish I could give you just a small glimpse to see how wonderful it is, truly. ❤️

Song: If We’re Honest by Francesca Battistelli



So many survivors of sexual abuse suffer from flashbacks.  They can be a major disruption to life or they can be minor nagging memories that can be controlled.  Unfortunately, a lot of your life is determined from where you fall on that spectrum.  The good news is that they can slowly be controlled and managed over time, but it takes a lot of hard work, patience, and strength.  BUT don’t worry… you got strength covered.  You are still here!

I have mentioned the “small stuff” before.  For some reason, they seem to be the nagging memories for me.  I have come to the conclusion that is because they are just fragments of larger memories that my mind has protected me from. Because of that, they pop up from time to time when little things remind me.  Then I find myself stopped and thinking… trying to put some pieces together.  They never really fall into place for me, which I am THANKFUL for.  I know enough… no need to add to my collection of memories for me.

One instance of the pieces falling into place are the memory clips of the dread I would experience when my father bathed me from about 3 to 8 or 9 years old.  I remember the panic, the pain, the burning… just wanting bath-time to be over.  I have lots of puzzle pieces for that.  One weekend a few years ago those memories had me and wouldn’t let go.  I knew something big was coming… oh the dread of that weekend.

I remember bath-time with my father and dread; I could remember my mom smiling; I could remember my younger brother, who was about two, smiling, splashing, playing.  I would have been four.  Those were my pieces but they didn’t fit and I always put them in the “small stuff” category.  Well this fateful weekend, they fell into place.

My brother and I were sitting in the tub waiting to be bathed while my parents chatted and got things ready.  Then there was a conversation about who would bathe whom.  I remember sitting in the tub with my hair in a bun on top of my head praying for it not to be my dad.  Please let my mom choose me, please. But the decision was made. My dad got me.  Mom was in charge of my brother.  Oh the panic that fell over me like a wave.  I wanted to cry and say no please, but I didn’t. By four years old, I had learned better.

So I sat there… still. Completely still. I watched my mom and my brother.  My mom talking and smiling. I remember the sun shining in the bathroom window onto her red hair.  She was pretty.  I looked at my brother and he was sitting there splashing, laughing, being two in a tub. As I sat there without moving, in pain, burning, uncomfortable, I wondered why or how they could be so happy while I was in so much distress.  I never looked at my dad. His presence was palpable… no need to see his face.  I knew what it looked like… the smirk.

That was my last puzzle-piecing flashback.  It was enough.  My mom has asked me at least five times in my life if I was molested by “someone”.  While there it is, mom. Your answer that I will never tell you; yes, right in front of you.  That does something to a person that is so unbelievably unexplainable.  I was literally protected by no one and yet she had the nerve to ask me.  That is one of my deepest wounds.

But here is the thing with flashbacks for me… new flashbacks.  Once I had the “big one” in October 2009, it started a lovely trend in my life.  It went like this… remember something, grieve, mourn, collapse, fight to stay alive, start to recover, start to get strength back, BOOM and REPEAT!  I lived like that for about three or four years.

It got to the point where I just wanted to know everything and just get it over, so I went to a hypnotherapist. I had to sign a release form that if I underwent hypnotherapy I was aware that I could never be used to testify against my father, which meant he would never legally “pay” for what he did to me in the justice system.  I signed it.  To me it was worth making the flashbacks stop, so I could rest… Actually rest, have peace, and maybe get my life back.

Unfortunately (I guess… not sure), I did not remember anything.  My mind is a steel trap, apparently.  The hypnotherapist (A legit guy by the way. He was paid for by my insurance as a counselor.) said he had never come across anyone with their memories so guarded.  I couldn’t even remember the things my brother told me about being beaten.  The therapist stopped because I got such a terrible headache from it that I couldn’t go on.  He said I could come back, but he didn’t see me ever remembering anything taking this route.  I’d just have to wait it out and my mind would release each memory as I became strong enough for a new one…. YIPPIE!

It’s a horrible way to live.  It’s like you know something unbelievably tragic is going to happen any second, but you don’t know when and you can do nothing to stop it.  It affects EVERY part of your life. Fortunately for me, they stopped for a couple of years until the weekend of the bath-time puzzle.  That was almost as horrific as the first.  Something about your mother being in the same room and doing nothing really effects a kid… a little sarcasm folks.

I guess with time and healing.  I just became okay with what I knew and okay with what I didn’t know.  I don’t need to know anymore. I don’t need the holes filled in.  I don’t need any more questions answered.  I’m just okay.

There is something liberating about just being okay.  It’s peaceful.  I thank God for that every day, because it sure didn’t happen under my own power or understanding or dramatically becoming enlightened.  It’s God.

So much of my story is God.  I would never be here without Him.

Here is what I did that got me through:

  • I went to church every week no matter what.  It was my place of being recharged and having a little bit of peace. I cried there A LOT, but it helped.  It let some things be healed… just crying at church.
  • I prayed ALL the time.  During all my weak moments… driving over bridges, taking just one pill, when I got to work to make it to lunch, at lunch to make it the rest of the day, at the end of the day to make it home without driving into a tree or off a bridge, before I walked into my house that I’d have strength for my four children, when they went to bed and I cried, when I went to bed that I wouldn’t hurt myself and remember anything, and that I’d only take one pill.
  • I put bible verses everywhere to counteract my thoughts.
  • My third daughter slept with me quite a bit… not really recommending this, but I am being honest. Have to stay alive with your child next to you.
  • I tried to be as involved with my kids as possible.  They kept me alive.  Although, I’ll be honest I wasn’t always good at that. Thank God I’d been a great mom before that October night.

These are my things that helped.  I pray you can find your things.  I know how dreadful you feel when stuck in flashback mode.  This may sound contrite, but find God.  Truly find Him. He is waiting for you and He wants to help, but you have to go to Him. You have to want it with all of your being.  Healing is NOT easy and God is the only answer that I can give as to why I am okay now.

So please read these verses.  Post them where you will see them when you need them.  And find your own that speak to you.  I pray that you find and experience what they promise.

Dear Lord,  Please help these wonderful women as you have helped me.  Please help them to think of all things lovely in every situation and when they can’t that they will come to you to take their anxiety away.  Please let them know what it is like to have their hearts and minds guarded by You.  Let them experience the peace that I have now only through Your mighty power and help that truly surpasses all of my earthly understanding.  Let all of us have strength to get through this day and the next and choose to live.  We praise you Jesus.  I thank You and I love You.  Amen! ❤

Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” – Phil 4:6-7 (NIV)


Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.” – Phil 4:8-9 (NIV)


“I can do all this through him who gives me strength.” – Phil 4:13 (NIV)



I have two for you today.  First one is my life theme at the time.  “What I wouldn’t give to just forget, so I could remember how to live.” What I Wouldn’t Give by Holly Brook Choose your life. ❤

Second is my God song to get through each moment.  It was a prayer and worship every time I listened to it.  The song says “every hour I need you” but it was more like every second and sometimes I’d actually substitute “second” for “hour”… lol. True story cause I’m a weirdo. Lord, I Need You by Matt Maher

Footnote: I live in the city with the second most bridges in the United States… bridges were a PROBLEM for me.  Can’t go anywhere without driving over a bridge.  Wish I had a head-shaking, eye-rolling emoji here.  God bless! ❤

update-12/12/18 Update: I must admit that this was a hard blog for me.  Definitely had trouble resting after typing it.  It seems the fear of a flashback never quite looses its grip.  But the good news is that I am still here… today. Pressing forward. Never stopping.  With God, I am going to win this fight. 

Spring Cleaning

blog-springcleaningYesterday, we talked about making the choice to become a survivor and not remain in “victim” status. Today, it’s time for spring cleaning. Yet another hard thing that you must do.

It’s time to look at the circle of people around you and start spring cleaning. It’s something you do every year to your house. Have you thought about doing it with your life?

You want to heal, right? Get better? Have peace? Well… some of the people around you and some of the activities that you may involve yourself in may hamper your healing. I’m sorry but it’s true.

So take an honest look now. Who in your life will help you and raise you up through this journey? Keep them. Who will make it hard? They need to go or at the very least distance until you are strong enough to handle them. But honestly, in my life some had to go… my mother. That was hard and took time but necessary. As well as a few others who thought using my abuse as a weapon against me…. and it was hard. I’m not going to lie.

Next, think about your activities. What do you watch on tv? Where do you go for fun? What movies do you watch? What music do you listen to? What I’m trying to say here is get rid of everything that has any evil or questionable morals. All of it! Your mind has enough evil stored up from your past to fill your lifetime… don’t voluntarily add to it. Believe it or not what you watch and hear messes with your head. Truly it does.

So now, sit down and make your list of the good and the ugly… people, things and all. Start putting space between you and the ugly today. NOW! And make a list of what you can replace it with. It’s like detoxing your brain…. so Pureflix instead of Netflix, KLOVE instead of rock, Hallmark channel or UP tv channel instead of the shows filled with sex, vulgarity, drugs, and crime. And go to church! Get out there and church shop if you don’t have one now.

This may seem drastic but please believe me when I say this… NOTHING you are about to do is easy. You need as much support and peace as possible in EVERYTHING you do.

So…. GO! Go make your list! Start now! Block some numbers, delete some apps, change the channel, and tomorrow’s Sunday so go to church! GO! Let me know how you do! ❤️

“And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, “This is the way, walk in it,” when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left.” – Isaiah 30:21 (ESV)


Song: Need You Now by Plumb

The Choice

83bb3410fe6d6a49b9b99218aff9cd3fWell after yesterday’s post, it’s time to make the choice. Are you going to choose to get better or are you going to choose to remain stuck? Are you a survivor or a victim? The choice is yours and it’s all based on your mindset. It is something you actually need to choose. At a certain point you cannot blame the status of your life on your abuse anymore. It is not easy… not by any stretch of the imagination.

I remember one week at church they did a skit toward the end of the service. It was raw and everything I was feeling at that moment was being acted out on stage. It was like the pastor and the worship team looked right into my soul. I cried a lot that day, but it was the beginning of me making my choice. It literally took years. It was not easy, But it was worth more than I can ever express in mere words.

Please watch this video, which is a recording from that faithful day in church. I hope it does for you what it did for me. Grab some Kleenex. You are going to need it. And remember with God ALL things are possible. Everything performed by Cornerstone Ministries


“He heals the broken-hearted and binds up their wounds.” – Psalms 147:3

A True Blessing – Helping Others

d149321.jpgAs I have mentioned previously, I started a ministry at my church for sexual abuse survivors. (SOSA) There is a support group which meets weekly during the winter and I also meet with survivors individually.

I have been meeting with a lady since September. She has struggled greatly, but has been relieved to speak with someone who can understand. Another lady came to our group and thought she was crazy until she sat down and spoke with us.  Another lady has struggled with cutting, several with suicide, and another has said it is like a sisterhood.

Who would have ever thought in a million years that my abuse would be used to help others?  That instead of feeling broken and unloved, I feel more love, peace and my heart is overflowing with a new passion.  I cannot imagine anything better coming out of my tragic childhood… except for one thing, knowing people who I have helped are now helping others.

This week I had someone I help send me this song and told me that it reminded her of me.  Wow! What a compliment!  I can’t believe I am actually making that big of a difference.  But I do know it is only possible through God.  And I thank Him every day that I’m alive and take a breathe.

As I read different facebook posts this week from survivors, I repeatedly heard a similar complaint. “Why isn’t the church doing any thing to help people [survivors]?” Well folks that is a big question.  But I have a bigger one. Why aren’t you doing any thing?  We make up the church… the people.  We can do something.  You can help.  Start positive support groups in your area.  I say positive because we want healed people not hurt people.  You can be the change! Yes, you! So get out there and start changing the world and help mend the brokenhearted.  You can do it.

Song: Stand by You by Rachel Platten



“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” – Jer 29:11

Sin, Grace & Forgiveness


I wish I could say that my messing up stopped with my attempt at spiritual suicide, but it didn’t.  As time went on I remembered more things and continued to make bad decisions while trying to make myself feel better.

But here is the amazing thing that I have now learned: God has loved me all along and He has forgiven for all of the stupid things I have done.

Here are some statistics about survivors of childhood sexual abuse from Darkness to Light website, which is trying to bring an end to the abuse:

  • Female adult survivors of child sexual abuse are nearly three times more likely to report substance use problems (40.5% versus 14% in general population).
  • Adult women who were sexually abused as a child are more than twice as likely to suffer from depression as women who were not sexually abused.
  • Adults with a history of child sexual abuse are more than twice as likely to report a suicide attempt.
  • Females who are sexually abused are three times more likely to develop psychiatric disorders than females who are not sexually abused.
  • 24 year-old women who were sexually abused as children were four times more likely than their non-abused peers to be diagnosed with an eating disorder.
  • Middle-aged women who were sexually abused as children were twice as likely to be obese when compared with their non-abused peers.
  • Adult survivors are more than twice as likely to be arrested for a property offense than their non-abused peers (9.3% versus 4.4%).
  • As adults, child sexual abuse victims were almost twice as likely to be arrested for a violent offense as the general population (20.4% versus 10.7%).

Use this link to find out more statistics about childhood sexual abuse: Darkness to Light website

Here is the thing… as a survivor, you do not corner the market on the sins you have committed and the wrongs you have done.  All of us have made numerous mistakes and some really bad ones at that.  But here is something you may not know, which I will repeat in this blog more than once, you are NORMAL.  It is completely normal to have done the things listed above and others I will list later.  It is a normal reaction to a completely terrible and devastating evil that was committed against us.  That is probably one of the best realizations as a survivor… YOU ARE NOT CRAZY! YOU, MY FRIEND, ARE NORMAL!

Now the trick is to accept the grace and forgiveness that is freely given to you from God and may I dare say to forgive yourself.  Read this short devotion on Rick Warren’s website. It may help.

Move Forward with God’s Forgiveness by Rick Warren


“Look straight ahead with honest confidence; don’t hang your head in shame.”  – Proverbs 4:25 (TEV)

My Consequences

Needless to say after my spiritual suicide and being found out, I was then ostracized from what was my family since I was 16 and nothing stays quiet so by the summer, my girls knew what I had done.  So much for just hurting myself.

What I didn’t know then but I unfortunately know now because of experience is that sin and pain I caused had an amazing rippling effect.  It hurt my kids, my now ex-husband, his family, my friends, my future husband, and I am sure others I don’t even know about.  The things we do to hide our pain, stop our pain, feel our pain, deal with our pain hurt everyone around us for an amount of time that goes beyond our momentary comprehension.  This is why we need God.  It is only with Him that we can confront our pain without causing tragic rippling effects to the ones we love.  I wish I had known that then. My only hope is that others can learn this lesson from my story and save themselves and their families from even more pain.

Thankfully if you did sin, we have a loving, graceful God who shows us his mercy every day.  We just need to is seek forgiveness.

Song: All My Hope by Crowder

“But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” – Romans 5:8 (NIV)