My Story of Sexual Abuse

This is very hard for me to write but I’ll try. But before I write anything further I want everyone who reads this to know thatImage I am not writing this to gain your pity or your sympathy. This is only to glorify God and his healing work in my life. There is no other purpose other than that.

I don’t remember when it all started but I do know that I was a very small kid, maybe 4 or 5, because it stopped when I was 11. Everything happened in my village. Every year I’d go during summers for a few months. My brother was the one who did those things to me. I know I have suppressed memories and I really don’t want to remember them. We played “Married”. I didn’t even know what that word meant.

He would kiss me and touch me places that no one should, except a husband. We were both left alone for hours in a room all alone. We were supposed to sleep, but that never happened. He would never let me sleep. He would never let me be at peace.  I was so small I had no idea what was going on, didn’t even know whom to tell. Who would believe a child who is not more than 4 or 5 years old?

He didn’t leave me alone even when there was a dead person at their place. He did everything to me. But God would never let Him have sex with me. Most times he would fall asleep and many times someone would come over to where we were. For 13 long years I thought that I deserved what was happening. I felt like a prostitute. Even when we were not in my village I would feel sick of myself.

I tried so hard to find my worth in my mom, in my school, in my friends. But I never did. I was always the hopeless and worthless child or student. I had absolutely no self-confidence. Because of my brother I was pushed into a world so dark and terrifying I sometimes still fight with the darkness. He arose things in me that I was not ready to handle at such young age. And I lived each day pretending that everything was beautiful in my life when I was battling against a force so strong I could hardly breathe. All I knew is that I was falling in the darkness and I could see no end.

And then we moved to a different city and God started working. For the first year I fell into darkness even faster. But then in my desperation God stepped in and shined His light into the darkness. And I could see His hand outstretched to for me to hold on to. And I did, I was desperate to get out of that place I did. And I have never fallen back into that darkness again! Yes I fall but not into that dark endless pit. Never into that pit.

Just a few months back God asked me to forgive my brother and I can tell you that was so hard. I wanted to hold onto that grudge. I thought that if I forgive him, he’ll just walk away without being punished. But god told me he will avenge me. That he will not let my brother walk without being punished. But He wanted me to forgive that brother so that II could move on in life, and I did.

I am free today, free enough to pray about that brother. To pray that if God would want me to then I’ll go back to that place and minister to him. Show him the way to the light and the truth. To show him the way to the Healer.  To that God who will take you in with loving arms no matter what you have done.

Losing My Way.

Why do we lose your way? And why can’t we find our way back when we want to? Image

I lost my way with God and now I want to go back to where I left Him but its so difficult. SO many things on the way that distract me from my destination. What if when I do finally get to the place He is no longer there? 

I want to give my life away for Him but why do I have to slip and fall every time? He is my life line and staying away from him makes me go weak. Kills me a little everyday. He is my oxygen and one can’t live without oxygen for long. Suffocation. That’s what I feel. My life is slipping away every moment I stay away from Him. I want to go to place where there is only God and me. that would be a mountain top experience. 

But I’ve had my fair share of mountain top experience. And I know that He lets it happen so that when we go down to the valley we will know He is with us. And just waiting for us to call out for help. I know He would come running if I call out to him. But I feel so inadequate somehow to call out to Him. He shouldn’t have to come and pick me up after all my falls. 

I want to enter into a day where I don’t fall over all the time. Where I do what He asks me do without questioning Him. But that looks FAR FAR away. 

So Lost.

Is it normal to feel so lost? When you know where you have to go but your feet just don’t move? My spiritual life seems dry. Like the fire is just dying one day at a time. I feel like God is drifting away from me. Thant He is not there in the center of my life anymore. Image

Honestly, I don’t even know what I am feeling. All I know is I am not my normal self. Not the girl who gave God the first place and life seems so hard. I feel alone though I know I am not. I hear Him calling out my name but I can’t seem to just stay still and listen to Him. It’s so hard isn’t it? To stay still and know that He is God. That He is control and that He loves me. 

He feels so far away that I can’t even write well. I don’t know if any of this makes any sense but if it does then please pray for me. I don’t want to lose the best thing that happened to me. I don’t want to.