A Gift of Righteousness

Clean and unclean. What does that really mean? Am I unclean because of the rapes and sexual assaults on my body? Can the act of another person relegate me to a life that is not worth anything? A life that is lowly and unclean? Absolutely not! The crimes that don’t come out of an actContinue reading “A Gift of Righteousness”

Echo of Hope

In Psalms 10, David is talking about an arrogant and wicked person. He says: His mouth is full of lies and threats;    trouble and evil are under his tongue.8 He lies in wait near the villages;    from ambush he murders the innocent.His eyes watch in secret for his victims;9     like a lion in cover he lies in wait.He lies in waitContinue reading “Echo of Hope”

Cushioned with Belief

Fear of speaking about the atrocities perpetrated against me was a very real thing. Telling about the murder I witnessed was terrifying for years. Recalling the betrayal of my parents was almost surreal, as it carried with it an intense irrational reality. My faith in God it what has sustained me with strength, dignity andContinue reading “Cushioned with Belief”

A Mouth of Decay & Rot

Do you know what keeps incest alive? People who know how to keep a secret, that’s how. The underbelly of the snake of incest can only be exposed with the action of words. The words of its victims. This battle started with my belief system. What would I believe? Who would I believe? Would IContinue reading “A Mouth of Decay & Rot”

Shame on Society

CHILD ABUSE: OUR NATION’S LARGEST PUBLIC HEALTH PROBLEM The first time I heard Robert Anda present the results of the ACE study, he could not hold back his tears. The Body Keeps The Score, page 148 The¬†Adverse Childhood Experiences Study¬†(ACE Study) is a research study conducted by the U.S. health maintenance organization Kaiser Permanente andContinue reading “Shame on Society”

Precious Cargo

In the night hours, sometimes my soul aches for change. Sometimes, now in the night hours, my soul is relieved that I have passed through the worst part of healing. Sometimes in the night hours I soothe myself by crying out to God. Sometimes in the night hours I still feel like that little girlContinue reading “Precious Cargo”

Beyond the Grave

I don’t tell my story for any kind of recognition or reconciliation. The more I talk, the more it seems that no authority really cares about the murdered woman. If we all shared only because someone listened, most of us would stop talking about our stories. People get tired of hearing our burden; they getContinue reading “Beyond the Grave”