Through His Eyes
Someone Loved Me
No one could have ever convinced me that the hole in my soul would someday be healed as a result of being filled with the love of Christ. I just assumed my inner pain, shame, self-hatred, loss of dignity and self-respect would be a permanent part of my life—until the very end. Furt
On my life's journey from sexual abuse victim to victory over the abuse in Jesus Christ, I came to realize as I approached middle age, that quite a few of my peers females and males, the majority being females had been sexually abused as children but never spoke to anyone about what they had experienced. Given what you have just read, you may ask the question: “Why?”
First of all, we were born in an era where these types of crimes were rarely discussed and if such a crime was discovered, it was commonly and quietly swept under the rug. I have also heard of reports where the victim was told by a parent or caregiver not to tell anyone and to “just get over it.” These kinds of responses lead to feelings of guilt and shame on the part of the person who was abused.
Consequently, we have a segment of my generation out there called the “baby boomers” who are still trying to “just get over it.” It’s for this reason I have become so passionate in seeking to be a vessel that God can use to point people who are struggling with this issue to the cross of Christ for the complete restoration of their bodies, souls, minds, and spirits. I like to quote what Harriet Tubman said to her parents who were struggling to leave slavery: “You are never too old to be free.”