the abused

It's in their eyes. All of the hurt and rejection and low self-esteem is buried in their eyes. I was standing in front of them trying to keep tears from my own. Those eyes used to be mine until Jesus restored my vision. I know what it's like to be blinded from an abusive love and a messed up world. I know what it's like when no one cares enough to step in.

So I began with a simple "thank you" because I couldn't thank them enough. I was "white" and they still loved me last Spring, they still wanted me around and didn't pull away at my touch. These girls showed me the definition of true love. Love doesn't go away if I don't have makeup on, if I'm not wearing a cute outfit, or I'm not in the best mood. Love is stable.

And I shared my story, my deep and personal story. I told the story of an unfortunate girl who had been through painful events, how guilt and anger possessed her heart. The girl had lost hope of anything good or worth living for. I admitted the suicidal thoughts and the extreme heartache. I admitted the heavy burden created some insanity. The story continued with a lot of depressing events until a tearful plea to God was made. She lost the title of a victim and gained the title of being saved. She was pure and holy before His sight, just like they were. My story connected the girls to me as they opened up about theirs.

Pain can be unbearable but Jesus has the power to take the pain away. The abused do not have to call themselves the abused, they can call themselves the healed. I am healed.

We all have stories and we all know pain. Prayer is a powerful thing that truly heals and has helped me cope with everything. I'm so glad God chases and pursues me!