The victim is punished, when her only crime was ‘breathing’… Fists pound, and sigh in ecstasy of pleasure received.
Black eyes and split lips, the make-up she puts on… Bruised arms and cracked ribs, her normality.
An alternate universe where the criminal is exalted and the victim, mocked. Onlookers pat their purses and pockets, quick to upload a MEME with a catchphrase that has a seal of originality… The pain of the victim overlooked in their haste to get MORE likes.
The well of her tears was dry, and her bowels wrung out… Her thoughts were blank, and her words, few… Her joy was non-existent, and her actions, stealth.
Her imagination struggled against the barrier of depression, desperate for resurrection…
Alas! her dreams have become moribund… ego had nailed her depth to its impatient and braggadocios person…
She looked around the room in which she dwelt, a grave for her soul… Her body restrained her spirit’s escape, for its consequences would be death of motherhood…
How could she let herself go? What would her babies do? They were little pieces of her soul… the one who’d sworn her eternal love, had become her tormentor.
The day breaks- another day of uncertainty. How would she escape the hands that threaten to grind her bones into dust?
How could she feed her lambs, that they might be strengthened?
Where were the little pieces of her that returned nightly in dreams?
Where was her ‘spirit’?
Where was her woman?
She knelt to utter words that had become empty. “I can do all things through…”
She choked…
“why do I lie to myself everyday?” she sobbed, “I am weak!!! I am a victim!!!…
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No!!!
YOU ARE STRONG!
YOU ARE A VICTOR!
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!
YOU WILL GET THROUGH THIS!
YOU CAN DO ALL THINGS THROUGH CHRIST THAT STRENGTHENS YOU!
HOLD ON!
YOU ARE LOVED!
YOU ARE CHERISHED!
SOMEONE LOVED YOU ENOUGH TO EXCHANGE HIS LIFE FOR YOURS!!
DON’T GIVE UP, THIS TOO SHALL PASS!
MERCY HAS IT’S SIGHT SET ON YOU!
GRACE HAS EXTENDED A HAND OF FELLOWSHIP!!
More importantly,
JESUS LOVES YOU!!!
An alternate universe it is indeed. I like this especially the reassurance part where she is reminded of the one who died to give her life. Keep touching lives my dear and may our Lord Jesus give you more grace.
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ReplyDeleteKeep soaring dear! You rock!