My Inheritance

I would have no inheritance if I didn’t believe that I had a Father in heaven. Destructive families of incest do not reward you for talking. You are rewarded for your silence. The institution of behavior that incest teaches is see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.

Then, I met a God who told me to talk.

What I’ve learned is that I stayed by my family who hurt me because I needed something from them. Something I learned they could never give me. The problem with staying close to them was it kept the erected, fake story of deception alive.

In my desire to have a loving family, I stayed with the fantasy that they were much better than the truth would reveal.

I know I talk about this a lot.

The reason I talk about it is that there is something in human nature that wants to deny; something that longs to change the truth – just enough, to avoid the pain. Then, there is also the fear of being left alone.

We know we will pay for telling on them! They taught us that.

My siblings who decided to stay in the false pretense of the fake family will receive my parents’ estate. Good for them! It’s blood money. Literally speaking.

Oh, I have an inheritance and mine is so much better. My inheritance comes from the Lord.

I woke this morning about 4 am. I walked downstairs to the restroom and my heart was flooded with thankfulness as I talked to the God of the universe and thanked Him for calling me out of such darkness, and for staying so loyal that He walks beside me every minute of every day.

That, my friends, is good enough for me.

Published by Gracedxoxo

I have the courage to tell my story to help others embrace theirs.

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