When I first began to tell my story, I was fearful. I felt unbelieved. I had no witness to corroborate the crimes I’d lived through.
A strange thing began to happen as I talked. People did listen, whether they wanted to or not, my story was being heard.
I received a call one day from my brother’s ex-wife. She said, “Jodie, your brother told the children that you believe Papa murdered a woman and buried her on the property. Then he told them that you are crazy. Would you be willing to come over and talk with the kids about this?”
I told her I would absolutely come and chat with them.
My nephew and niece were probably 9 and 11, or somewhere in that age bracket.
I started by telling them they were far too young to have been involved in this conversation, but that I was willing to tell them the truth. I left out most details but confirmed that Papa had indeed killed a woman in front of me when I was a child and buried her on his property.
My brother built a home on my parents’ property and he lived their with his children and his wife for a few years. After the divorce, they all moved from the property.
My nephew said to me, “Aunt Jodie, how did the woman die? I was playing one day on the property and saw a blonde woman coming out of the woods with her throat slit.”
I nearly had to leave the room when I heard his words. How could he have possibly known this?
Who was the witness that could have brought this information to light?
I believe that God is constantly watching. He is omnipresent; that is, present in all places at all times.
I was learning that I did have a witness. God saw it ALL and it built my faith.
Today, it is with a word of caution to my abusers that I proclaim my truth loudly. I no longer fear them and the repercussions they bled into my soul; that was all a lie.
They should fear because I walk with the King of the universe. The God of angel armies is on my side.
Do not fear them.
3 thoughts on “With a Cautious Word”
Oh wow! Yes! Angels assigned to us. Warrior angels! Bless you for your bravery. Your story needs to be heard.
Thank you for your encouraging words! All of our stories need to be heard. I’ll take your blessing.