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fragmentsofbeauty
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I know that the scars from my abuse can testify to God's goodness and power in saving me but sometimes I still wonder, when will I enjoy the normal things in life again like laughing with your friends without feeling like you don't belong? or licking an icecream cone without wondering why it's tasteless sometimes? or smiling without feeling like a fake? how can you go back when the innoccence is gone forever?
Though I find rest in my Father's arms, some things don't seem to go away, I wake up to a noise screaming, I can't let myself trust in people, especially men, and still at nights the tears sometimes come and my broken heart can't seem to let go of the darkness, its what I know, how can I go on into yet another unknown with no one to hold my hand? I am afraid, afraid of moving on, more afraid of staying in the shadows, and even more afraid that I don't have a choice.
I must run to Jesus and remember He never let go of my hand, I don't have to be afraid. But still the question mark is there.
Though I find rest in my Father's arms, some things don't seem to go away, I wake up to a noise screaming, I can't let myself trust in people, especially men, and still at nights the tears sometimes come and my broken heart can't seem to let go of the darkness, its what I know, how can I go on into yet another unknown with no one to hold my hand? I am afraid, afraid of moving on, more afraid of staying in the shadows, and even more afraid that I don't have a choice.
I must run to Jesus and remember He never let go of my hand, I don't have to be afraid. But still the question mark is there.
