child abuse

[onlinemissionary]

I recently came to terms with the fact that I was abused as a child. I don't think I can ever forgive my father I pray that he finds The Father and can ask for forgiveness. I saw this poem online the other day and it gave me chills. It is sad to think that people can be capable of such horrible things. Please if you ever witness abuse speak up. Be the vioce for the silenced.


She was only five
this is what happened
when she was alive...

Her dad was a drunk
her mom was an addict
her parents kept her
locked up in the attic

Her only friend
was a little toy bear
it was old and worn out
missing patches of hair

she always talked to it
when no one's around
she lays there and hugs it
not a peep of a sound

until her parents
unlock the door
more and more pain
she'll have to endore

a bruise on her leg
a scar on her face
why should she be
in such a horrible place

but she grabs her bear
and softly cries
she loves her parents
though they want her to die

she sits in the corner
quiet and thinking
why God why
is my life always sinking

such a bad life
for such a sad little kid
she'd get beaten and beaten
for anything that she did

then one night
her mom came home high
and the poor child was beaten
as the hours went by

then her mom grabbed
quick for a blade
it was sharp and pointy
one that she had made

she thrusted the blade
in the little girls chest
"you deserve to die
you worthless pest"

then the mom walked out
leaving the little girl dieing
she grab her bear
and she started crying

police showed up
at the little girls house
then quickly barged in
and then searched about

one officer slowly
opened the door
and saw the little girl
lieing on the floor

it must have been bad
to go through such harm
but at least she died
with her best friend in her arms.



like I said I found this online but things like this happen everyday much more then some people are willing to admit.

 

[pearlina]

You are right!

Maybe they just avoid the news.......

We live in a sick environment, mental & physical abuse...how sad a death.

 

[rainbowpromises]

I thought I came to terms with my childhood abuse years ago. I went through all the recovery stages that the world expects. I was healed!

Right!

One day my daughter was meeting with our pastor's wife discussing premarital things. I overheard her tell my daughter that she has to trust her husband. That hit me wrong and I started raving about how you can't trust a man with everything. It was at that moment that the realization came about that my lack of forgiveness was hurting me. I could not trust any man because I could not forgive one man. As long as I could not trust, I could not allow God to have all of my life. I was holding back.
With the words of my pastor's wife, I was able to let go of that unforgiveness and learn to trust in the next few months.

 

[RED that's ME]

Sorry that your father misused his trust with you and abused you.

Know that God is keeping record and he will have to ultimately answer for it.

 

[KingofKings316]

that gave me the chills to, such a sad story

 

[onlinemissionary]

I don't mean to keep going back to it but I'm going to tell a little bit about my story:
growing up my father was kind and generous. He gave my friends rides home always hugged and loved us: in front of people, no one knew about the terror we faced at home. He would come home from work tired and angry and we would just be in the way. my brothers and myself used to tell each other "why can't we just be good" thinking that it was our fault. I started wearing baggy clothes (baggy clothes hide cuts and bruises) but it wasn't enough, teachers started to notice marks and "oh I fell" stopped working (although I AM pretty clumsy) one time I left my book bag in the living room because I was going to do some homework, and he took it and ripped it apart throwing it in the yard. He lost it and told me to go into the corner and wait for him. I heard him shuffling around in his room and I prayed to God not to let it hurt to bad. He came out with a wire coat hanger and told me to look at him and when I did he pounded the hanger against my face. And I started laughing. Because by God's reason it didn't hurt. But that only made my dad more angry and he beat harder. I was nearly unconsious by the time he stopped. But still I felt no pain. He took me out to the yard and put my up against a tree then called 911 ~his own little way of saving himself was to say that I had fallen out of the tree and smashed up my face~ The doctor looked skeptical but I kept my mouth shut, somehting I had been taught to do early in life. But from that moment on I truly KNEW that God had something more in store for me, that He was looking after me. And it makes me so happy that I laugh. one really big thing I find amazing is that I don't have any of the scars that I got that day. Not a single one. I have other marks yes but none from that day.

 

[rainbowpromises]

I don't mean to keep going back to it but I'm going to tell a little bit about my story:
growing up my father was kind and generous. He gave my friends rides home always hugged and loved us: in front of people, no one knew about the terror we faced at home. He would come home from work tired and angry and we would just be in the way. my brothers and myself used to tell each other "why can't we just be good" thinking that it was our fault. I started wearing baggy clothes (baggy clothes hide cuts and bruises) but it wasn't enough, teachers started to notice marks and "oh I fell" stopped working (although I AM pretty clumsy) one time I left my book bag in the living room because I was going to do some homework, and he took it and ripped it apart throwing it in the yard. He lost it and told me to go into the corner and wait for him. I heard him shuffling around in his room and I prayed to God not to let it hurt to bad. He came out with a wire coat hanger and told me to look at him and when I did he pounded the hanger against my face. And I started laughing. Because by God's reason it didn't hurt. But that only made my dad more angry and he beat harder. I was nearly unconsious by the time he stopped. But still I felt no pain. He took me out to the yard and put my up against a tree then called 911 ~his own little way of saving himself was to say that I had fallen out of the tree and smashed up my face~ The doctor looked skeptical but I kept my mouth shut, somehting I had been taught to do early in life. But from that moment on I truly KNEW that God had something more in store for me, that He was looking after me. And it makes me so happy that I laugh. one really big thing I find amazing is that I don't have any of the scars that I got that day. Not a single one. I have other marks yes but none from that day.

Each of us who have been abused has a different story. I don't believe that one is worse or better than the other. I did not have a father growing up. I remember when I was 11 years old my mother sat me down and told me I was lucky not to have a father or I would be abused too. I often wondered how she concluded that if a father was unsafe, a male friend would be safe.
The lack of scars you speak of is not exactly true. The scars are soul deep. Only God can heal the soul. But you need to come to that place on your own. I remember my mom telling me I had to forgive. I did not want to hear it until God led me to that place of forgiveness.

A couple years ago I would have doubted God taking away your pain for a time. I experienced it for the first time last year. For a completely different reason, but experienced all the same.

I will have to add you to my prayer list.

 

[CarlenePryor]

That poem was sad and awfull but thank you for posting it, it's important to remember what happens to people that we are unaware of.

I was lucky and never abused myself but I have a story also about God taking pain from me, pain I have had for years, through prayer, repentance and forgiveness it is gone, your story about feeling no pain and having no physical scars is great, I wouldn't have believed it a short while ago either, but now I know God's awesome power for myself.

God Bless
Carlene

 

[RED that's ME]

Again, I'm sorry for what you gone through.

Not every parent is a mirror parent of our Heavenly Father. God is the only perfect parent with a perfect love.
Parents are to train/discipline but there is a line some cross into abuse.


Matthew 5:44 But I say unto you, Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you;

 

[Ave Maria]

Child abuse is a horrible thing. I was also abused as a child, well, I was actually a teenager when the abuse happened. My dad never abused me, it was my step-dad.

 

[onlinemissionary]

Thank you all for your kind words. It really helps to know that people care.

 

[AngelsTouch]

Hey fellow Christians, I'm new to this site. It's my way of keeping in touch with my Godly brothers and sisters since I don't go to my church anymore because I just don't feel comfortable and feel judged. When I do visit once in a while, I hardly get any welcome backs though I had been there for over 15 years. So anyways, I'm here for some lovin.

That was a great poem, made me want to play the Martina McBride song, Concrete Angel. The song and video is of a little girl about that age...5 or 6 yrs old. Fatal story. Like most of you, I've been physically abused... in fact all of my life, I've gone through all forms of abuse. If you can name it, I've been through it, except for drugs. It wasn't my dad, but it was my mother. (hence why I call my father my dad, and my mom my mother). That's the relationship I had with my parents. My mother was verbally tough on me as she was physical, telling me I don't deserve to be her daughter because I wasn't pretty enough or smart enough. My mother would empower over my dad, who was very quiet, and didn't allow her to get me whenever he was around. What my mother did to me, he made up for me. He was my hero and is truly a man of God til present day.

And through all that abuse I took from people around me whether it was child abuse, sexual abuse from my cousin/babysitter, school bullies, sexual harrassment, verbal abuse, domestic violence and once when I thought my world was coming to an end on my own terms, my dad's life story of survival through the trials and tribulations was the inspiration and encouragement I needed to strive to live. He may seem weak to some folks because he's so quiet and softspoken...but in my eyes, he's strong. Through him (man of God), I learned that strength is knowing you have the sources to hurt those who've trespassed against you, but instead choose to live in peace and forgiveness because great rewards comes to those who endure life patiently. From here on, I will teach that to my daughter who I raise the right way... the way my dad did with me, the way God wants me to.

 

[spiersdodgerblue]

What a sad sad poem, I know this world.


Welcome to CF AngelsTouch

 

[WebbAcres]

That was a sad poem. I love children and I wish I could save them all from any pain.

 

[USNavyBlueAngel]

Like someone here mentioned, that poem reminded me of "Concrete Angel" by Martina McBride. I actually have that video on my CF homepage. It's quite a powerful song & video, if you haven't seen it yet.

I keep that video there as a reminder to people of those children who are in danger ~ the ones left behind.

I was seriously mistreated growing up, but it's hard for me to think about, because I'm constantly being told to forget about it & move on. I guess I feel like I don't have a right to remember. That's why it's so important for me to have the video on my homepage ~ so other children in that situation can be remembered.

 

[hazeleyes80]

Child abuse is a horrible thing. It needs to be stopped. Whether the abuse leaves marks on the outside or on the inside, it damages lives. It makes me so angry to think about all of the abuse of children be done by adults who are supposed to love and care for them. Instead, they selfishly choose to release their anger rather than love their child.

 

[rainbowpromises]

Child abuse is a horrible thing. It needs to be stopped. Whether the abuse leaves marks on the outside or on the inside, it damages lives. It makes me so angry to think about all of the abuse of children be done by adults who are supposed to love and care for them. Instead, they selfishly choose to release their anger rather than love their child.

You are right of course, however child abuse has been around a long time. The Bible indicates several instances of worse abuse than we can imagine.

 

[Ave Maria]

Thank you all for your kind words. It really helps to know that people care.