Are You Ready to Come Out Golden?

Several years ago as I was going through major things: remembering the “big stuff,” my divorce, depression, anxiety, etc. I went to church one Sunday and the skit below was performed by the music ministry after our pastor spoke.  Please watch it and see if it does for you what it did for me.

This was one of the most powerful things I heard.  I definitely felt like I was going through a fire… every inch of me did – inside and out.  My world as I knew it was gone. I was alone, afraid, and not myself at all.  In fact, I was a stranger walking around in my skin.  What had happened to my life, my family, and me?  Where did I go?

I always had my life pretty organized and under control… it looked pretty darn perfect from the outside.  Heck, it looked good from the inside too.  I had a good grasp on myself, my children and husband, my extended family, my job, my faith, and the abuse I suffered at the hands of my mother and the little I knew about my dad.  Life was good and I couldn’t really complain about anything.  But then something happened to my marriage.  I really don’t know what it was – not even now.  It seemed like one day things were fine and then BOOM, I was lying next to a stranger.  My world started to shake.  I had sunk my identity into my marriage… into my husband really.  Then came the hammer.

Nothing quite sets your world ablaze than remembering being molested by your father in an unspeakable fashion.  I went down in flames… big flames… rocket exploding in the sky flames… remnants unidentifiable flames.  I was used.  I was disgusting. I was unlovable. I was no longer the nice, CLEAN girl. I was trash.

The gift (and I say “gift” intensionally because I chose not to do anything with anyone other than my husband… not even hold hands.  This was something precious to me and to be down right honest, I thought it was gross to do anything with anyone other than your husband.)  anyway… the gift – it was taken – ripped away and scoured by my dad.  Do you have any idea what that does to your head?  Granted, my thoughts, opinions, and values regarding sex and any relations with a man were probably formulated in some part by my childhood experiences, but to me, it was always a choice… my choice and that had been taken too.

On top of this, I was remembering something new every time my brain would become the slightest bit healthy.  It was like getting sucker punched time and time again just as soon as you caught your breathe.

So now I sit alone in church on this faithful Sunday, wondering what had become of me and how in the WORLD would I ever find myself again, or at the very least recognize myself and this skit starts.  It had tears running down my face at such a rate that I could have flooded the pew.  I WAS GOING THROUGH THE FIRE.

I didn’t want to be there.  It hurt like hell, but man, I was going through it.  I was remembering way too much and I had lost any resemblance of myself in the aftermath.  God was not making a refrigerated dessert.  He was toasting me to a golden brown… even though I felt burnt on 700.  But this skit, it helped me make a little sense of what I was going through.  I would find myself… I better version of myself.  God was making me new. ❤

2 Corinthians 5:17 (Pick your favorite version)

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!” (NIV)

“This means that anyone who belongs to Christ has become a new person. The old life is gone; a new life has begun!” (NLT)

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.” (ESV)

Footnote:  I must share how I literally walked around singing one part of this song over and over and over and over and over and over (getting the point) and over again.  It gave me the little bit of strength I needed to get to the next second, then minute, then hour, tumblr_m5dy8qbyx31qzcz7jo1_5001then day.  I truly hope it can help you in some way.

“You make me new, you are making me new. You make me new, you are making me new. You make me new, you are making me new. You make me new, you are making me new.”

Song: Beautiful Things by Gungor

And by the way, I LOVE my church.  It is my home away from home. These people are my family and I am so blessed by each and every one of you.  So huge shout-out to Cornerstone Ministries, YOU ROCK!image1



Your Story

writing-while-female-featuredSo you have now read most of the major details of my story.  Now it is time to tell yours.  It is an important step in your recovery.  However, you do not need to actually tell a person.  (It is important that someone knows you are working through this, so they are there for you as a safety net.  But you don’t need to tell them details.)

You can get as creative as you want here.  The point is to get it out of you and into this big, lovely world we live in.  So, pick up a pencil or pen and grab a piece of paper or a notebook, get some magazines and make a collage, snatch a brush and some paints… anything you are comfortable with and if you can’t seem to do this, find a song or poem that represents what happened to you and how you feel.  We basically want you to get any thing out onto paper as a first step.

I remember the first time that I was asked to do this.  I couldn’t, so I printed out the lyrics to Be Ok by Ingrid Michaelson which was fine.  It worked.  I got a smidgen of the pain I was feeling out and that was a start.  Any start is a good start. It’s the fact that you are trying that counts.  I’ll tell you… I spent a summer listening to it and dancing around my living room. To many, the song is depressing. To me, the upbeatness (new word I’ve created 😉 ) and the words of my soul coming out were liberating.

welcome_image1So there you go… I challenge you.  Get it out! Do it in a way that will make you happy, but get it out… at least some thing.  Any little bit will do.  Remember, it’s a start. ❤

“And the LORD shall help them and deliver them; He shall deliver them from the wicked, and save them, because they trust in Him.” – Psalm 37:40

Leave some comments about how you got your story out.05e64439243b8e3d5743de377b02f7ad.jpg

Sexual Abuse & the Bible

bible-questionsDid you know that there are stories of sexual abuse in the Bible?  One such story is in Judges 19 and the other is in 2 Samuel 13.  Judges is a story of a man offering women to a group of evil men in order to save himself.  It tells how the woman was used up and left to die.  The Bible very clearly reveals this as a despicable act and warns that violating someone in such a way will ravage their soul.

2 Samuel is a story of a woman named Tamar who to assaulted by her step-brother.  She is immediately chastised for the event by the brother who harmed her.  Tamar then goes to her other brother and her father for support and justice and she finds none, because their name is more important than Tamar’s innocence.

I would suspect that you will be able to identify with one if not both women in these stories.  Please read them and ask yourselves the following:

  • Are you surprised these stories are in the Bible?
  • Why are these stories included in the Bible?
  • Who do you identify with more?
  • How are their stories similar or different from yours?
  • How are their responses and reactions similar or different from yours?
  • At the end of Judges 19, the woman makes it to the threshold of the building in search for help and comfort.  What is your threshold of hope, help, and comfort?

19 In those days Israel had no king.

Now a Levite who lived in a remote area in the hill country of Ephraim took a concubine from Bethlehem in Judah. But she was unfaithful to him. She left him and went back to her parents’ home in Bethlehem, Judah. After she had been there four months, her husband went to her to persuade her to return. He had with him his servant and two donkeys. She took him into her parents’ home, and when her father saw him, he gladly welcomed him. His father-in-law, the woman’s father, prevailed on him to stay; so he remained with him three days, eating and drinking, and sleeping there.

On the fourth day they got up early and he prepared to leave, but the woman’s father said to his son-in-law, “Refresh yourself with something to eat; then you can go.” So the two of them sat down to eat and drink together. Afterward the woman’s father said, “Please stay tonight and enjoy yourself.” And when the man got up to go, his father-in-law persuaded him, so he stayed there that night. On the morning of the fifth day, when he rose to go, the woman’s father said, “Refresh yourself. Wait till afternoon!” So the two of them ate together.

Then when the man, with his concubine and his servant, got up to leave, his father-in-law, the woman’s father, said, “Now look, it’s almost evening. Spend the night here; the day is nearly over. Stay and enjoy yourself. Early tomorrow morning you can get up and be on your way home.” 10 But, unwilling to stay another night, the man left and went toward Jebus (that is, Jerusalem), with his two saddled donkeys and his concubine.

11 When they were near Jebus and the day was almost gone, the servant said to his master, “Come, let’s stop at this city of the Jebusites and spend the night.”

12 His master replied, “No. We won’t go into any city whose people are not Israelites. We will go on to Gibeah.” 13 He added, “Come, let’s try to reach Gibeah or Ramah and spend the night in one of those places.” 14 So they went on, and the sun set as they neared Gibeah in Benjamin. 15 There they stopped to spend the night. They went and sat in the city square, but no one took them in for the night.

16 That evening an old man from the hill country of Ephraim, who was living in Gibeah (the inhabitants of the place were Benjamites), came in from his work in the fields. 17 When he looked and saw the traveler in the city square, the old man asked, “Where are you going? Where did you come from?”

18 He answered, “We are on our way from Bethlehem in Judah to a remote area in the hill country of Ephraim where I live. I have been to Bethlehem in Judah and now I am going to the house of the Lord.[a] No one has taken me in for the night. 19 We have both straw and fodder for our donkeys and bread and wine for ourselves your servants—me, the woman and the young man with us. We don’t need anything.”

20 “You are welcome at my house,” the old man said. “Let me supply whatever you need. Only don’t spend the night in the square.” 21 So he took him into his house and fed his donkeys. After they had washed their feet, they had something to eat and drink.

22 While they were enjoying themselves, some of the wicked men of the city surrounded the house. Pounding on the door, they shouted to the old man who owned the house, “Bring out the man who came to your house so we can have sex with him.”

23 The owner of the house went outside and said to them, “No, my friends, don’t be so vile. Since this man is my guest, don’t do this outrageous thing. 24 Look, here is my virgin daughter, and his concubine. I will bring them out to you now, and you can use them and do to them whatever you wish. But as for this man, don’t do such an outrageous thing.”

25 But the men would not listen to him. So the man took his concubine and sent her outside to them, and they raped her and abused her throughout the night, and at dawn they let her go. 26 At daybreak the woman went back to the house where her master was staying, fell down at the door and lay there until daylight.

27 When her master got up in the morning and opened the door of the house and stepped out to continue on his way, there lay his concubine, fallen in the doorway of the house, with her hands on the threshold. 28 He said to her, “Get up; let’s go.” But there was no answer. Then the man put her on his donkey and set out for home.

29 When he reached home, he took a knife and cut up his concubine, limb by limb, into twelve parts and sent them into all the areas of Israel. 30 Everyone who saw it was saying to one another, “Such a thing has never been seen or done, not since the day the Israelites came up out of Egypt. Just imagine! We must do something! So speak up!” – Judges 19 (NIV)


13 In the course of time, Amnon son of David fell in love with Tamar, the beautiful sister of Absalom son of David.

Amnon became so obsessed with his sister Tamar that he made himself ill. She was a virgin, and it seemed impossible for him to do anything to her.

Now Amnon had an adviser named Jonadab son of Shimeah, David’s brother. Jonadab was a very shrewd man. He asked Amnon, “Why do you, the king’s son, look so haggard morning after morning? Won’t you tell me?”

Amnon said to him, “I’m in love with Tamar, my brother Absalom’s sister.”

“Go to bed and pretend to be ill,” Jonadab said. “When your father comes to see you, say to him, ‘I would like my sister Tamar to come and give me something to eat. Let her prepare the food in my sight so I may watch her and then eat it from her hand.’”

So Amnon lay down and pretended to be ill. When the king came to see him, Amnon said to him, “I would like my sister Tamar to come and make some special bread in my sight, so I may eat from her hand.”

David sent word to Tamar at the palace: “Go to the house of your brother Amnon and prepare some food for him.” So Tamar went to the house of her brother Amnon, who was lying down. She took some dough, kneaded it, made the bread in his sight and baked it.Then she took the pan and served him the bread, but he refused to eat.

“Send everyone out of here,” Amnon said. So everyone left him. 10 Then Amnon said to Tamar, “Bring the food here into my bedroom so I may eat from your hand.” And Tamar took the bread she had prepared and brought it to her brother Amnon in his bedroom. 11 But when she took it to him to eat, he grabbed her and said, “Come to bed with me, my sister.”

12 “No, my brother!” she said to him. “Don’t force me! Such a thing should not be done in Israel! Don’t do this wicked thing. 13 What about me? Where could I get rid of my disgrace? And what about you? You would be like one of the wicked fools in Israel. Please speak to the king; he will not keep me from being married to you.” 14 But he refused to listen to her, and since he was stronger than she, he raped her.

15 Then Amnon hated her with intense hatred. In fact, he hated her more than he had loved her. Amnon said to her, “Get up and get out!”

16 “No!” she said to him. “Sending me away would be a greater wrong than what you have already done to me.”

But he refused to listen to her. 17 He called his personal servant and said, “Get this woman out of my sight and bolt the door after her.” 18 So his servant put her out and bolted the door after her. She was wearing an ornate[a] robe, for this was the kind of garment the virgin daughters of the king wore. 19 Tamar put ashes on her head and tore the ornate robe she was wearing. She put her hands on her head and went away, weeping aloud as she went.

20 Her brother Absalom said to her, “Has that Amnon, your brother, been with you? Be quiet for now, my sister; he is your brother. Don’t take this thing to heart.” And Tamar lived in her brother Absalom’s house, a desolate woman.

21 When King David heard all this, he was furious. 22 And Absalom never said a word to Amnon, either good or bad; he hated Amnon because he had disgraced his sister Tamar. – 2 Samuel 13





questionsOne of the best ways to heal is asking questions of other survivors.  It gives you a sense that you aren’t alone or crazy.  It is nice to hear that someone has or had the same issue and how they are dealing with it or overcame it.

So here is your opportunity to ask a survivor and have your identity safe.  At any time, please feel free to submit a question.  I can answer it privately through email or I have post a blog with the response to your question without ever using your name.

It will really help you continue in your journey.  Look forward to hearing from you. ❤


Patience – Waiting on God

Single Woman Alone Swinging On The BeachI find myself in one of the most significant growth periods in my journey right now… Learning to wait on God.  I am a fixer, a doer, a helper.  I think things through and take action.  It is NOT like me to sit by as a spectator. But right now, I find myself in a situation that I can do nothing about.  I cannot fix it, help it, even be in it.  I have to completely, totally, 100% wait on God.  He is the ONLY one who can help.

I wish I could explain the feeling.  In a small sense, it is a feeling of weakness and having no control.  But in a larger sense, it is quite the remarkable thing… the feeling of placing ALL of your faith in a situation over to God.  It is liberating, scary, joyful, heartbreaking, comforting, PROFOUND.

patience11My duty right now is to just keep a safe distance, have patience, and wait on God. I have a unique feeling, a liberating feeling that God will take care of this.  I will have my prayers answered and have the most joyful relationship that I have ever known, but I must wait.

PATIENCE.. I think it is something every person on the planet struggles with.  As survivors, I think we have to display and tap into our reserves of patience more than any others.  We have to have patience to heal physically and emotionally, patience to mourn, patience to receive to courage to live each day, patience to gather strength, patience for trying to forgive, patience for justice… Each step on this journey takes so much time to get through. It’s like knowing the bend to round to the finish line is somewhere up ahead beyond our vision and we have no idea when we will see it.  It takes faith to get there and then patience while running the marathon.

patienceAs I go through my time of acquiring great patience, I hope you can take a moment as I have (which by the way, was the Word of God) and realize each step is a victory.  We must focus on ONE thing at a time. God is on our side and only wants what is best for us, so look for the small miracles.  Truly take a moment to reflect and drink them in and then ask for the next and know it will come… in time.

Love and God bless ❤

**Two songs today depending on where you are on your journey: Oh My Soul by Casting Crowns and Control by Tenth Avenue North

**Lots of verses on patience and I couldn’t pick just one.  Hope you find one that helps.

“in purity, understanding, patience and kindness; in the Holy Spirit and in sincere love;” – 2 Cor 6:6

“being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience,” – Col 1:11

“Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.” – Col 3:12

“Be patient, then, brothers and sisters, until the Lord’s coming. See how the farmer waits for the land to yield its valuable crop, patiently waiting for the autumn and spring rains.” – James 5:7

Waiting-is-a-sign-of-true-love-and-patience.-Anyone-can-say-I-love-you-but-not-everyone-can-wait-and-prove-its-trueI’m waiting for you.


Today’s post is pretty short and simple.  It is about which “voice” you are listening to.

As you move on in this journey, you have a few choices as to who you want to listen to.  We have several options.  They include:

  • Yourself,landscape-1468840732-woman-holding-head
  • God,
  • a counselor,
  • fellow survivors,
  • friends and family, or
  • your abuser.

All of these voices will influence you and speak to you as you progress.  The importance in this is making the conscious choice to only listen to those who are positively speaking into your life.

Most, if not all, have an instantaneous recording that we can easily listen to from our abusers.  These messages are neither kind nor helpful.  They demean and demoralize us. They rock us to our core and leave us in a form of rubble.  These are the easiest to listen to as well, because they have been engrained in us for a long time and from an early age.  The messages of our lives not being important or that we were useless or worthless individuals.  Chances are these voices are the ones that have directed most of your lives.

But today and from this day forward, I want you to choose a different voice to listen to.  Listen, really listen, to God speak as you read His Word. Choose to speak with and internalize what your counselors and fellow survivors are saying.  Lastly, choose who you will share this journey with wisely as you involve friends and family.  Only include those who will empower you and lift you up as you need it.

This is so very important, but yet never really discussed. So ask yourself right now, who have you been listening to? Is this something you should change? And don’t just take a moment to address it now, but check yourself on a regular basis.  This is crucial for you to move forward from a victim to a survivor.  And have faith in the Lord that HE will heal you.

God Bless ❤

Song: Broken Girl by Matthew West

The people walking in darkness7b8078220e3a1c6bfad7ac84cb15bf87    have seen a great light;
on those living in the land of deep darkness
    a light has dawned.” –  Isaiah 9:2 (NIV)


“Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.” – Heb 11:1 (NIV)


Prayers for Parkland

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As today’s events unfold, I’m going to take this time to pray for Parkland, Florida and all the victims and families who are trying to deal with this horrific situation. It is a life altering event to get a call from your child saying there is someone terrorizing their high school and yet we are the fortunate ones who get notified by our children. I cannot imagine the gut-wrenching heartache of the parents being told by a police officer. Today, please take a moment to pray for our nation, our families, our children, and our schools. This should be an enlightening wake-up call to the state of our culture. We need God’s grace and glory put back into our every day lives. We need protection from ourselves and the direction we are letting our country and young people evolve. Please pray with me for God’s strength, mercy, healing, and grace to redirect and heal us. We ask it through his mighty, mighty name and with great confidence we can say AMEN!