The look of my face doesn't reveal what's inside; I'm still a child at heart buried alive. Sometimes the child wants to come out and play; she longs for love every day.
I hid my emotions, I hid all my pain. I rebelled against rules to protect myself from the insane! They beat me up and told me lies, they broke my heart and made me cry.
The people who hurt me were supposed to care; the people who broke me were supposed to be there. But to them I was something they could use. I was just a child they chose to abuse. Deep in my heart I truly forgive, but in that same place the pain still lives. I find it’s okay to sometimes be sad; I believe it’s okay to get frustrated and mad.
The ones who hurt us and caused us pain; likely lived with brokenness, guilt and shame. They hurt us because they were also hurting inside; but now we are the ones left with the dilemma to decide.
What do we do with our memories and pain?
What do we do with our anger and shame?
It won’t make a difference if we hate them and demand vindication;
that only creates unjust anger and further frustration. The answer is forgiveness, and it’s a choice we must make. We can choose to lift them up to Jesus and pray for their mistakes.
I forgive my abusers but I can't deny the pain. I forgive my abusers; will you also do the same?
"Forgiving others sets us free.
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