
Hearing the sermon this morning hit me on many levels, it’s often the small or little things in life that changes everything, things that happen at the age of 11 haunts you even when you’re 31, so true when I heard these words, I went back being 11 again at that moment.
I wish I hadn’t stepped into the store myself and I wish I hadn’t had that encounter with the foe, I was standing at the checkout counter with my cart, it was only I and this guy, he asked me to get closer to him, the innocence in me didn’t think much of it, and as you can imagine, it’s exactly what happened, he started fondling me, I was confused and couldn’t understand why he was doing it, when I had left, my whole world had shifted, things only got worse from that day, the sexual, physical abuse throughout the teen years has been the norm in my life.
The part that still hurts to this day is I believed all of those people who threw coals at me, every word, “you are just not good enough”, “you are not fit for this”. All I ever wanted was someone to put their arm around me and say to me, you are beautiful and I love you, I thirsted for it and I knew the only way to get attention was to get out of my state of innocence and let it go. The shame that comes along with it is probably the hardest to let go of. I never realized that I was actually strong, not a word was spoken or shared at home, I made it look like I was doing just fine and my folks would get along with their lives, living as middle class immigrants comes with its hardships and I knew that quite well because of which I refrained from opening up, afraid of being judged at the same time.
I knew God, I went to church with my parents, but I didn’t really think He would want to do anything with me, you see even when you are left out by your peers at church, the only thing that comes to your mind, is there’s definitely something off about you. I tried playing soccer, basketball ball, I wanted to be that guy, who had it all, the stud, the grades, looks and the charm. Each game I would get into, my teammates would ask me kindly to leave, I would and walk away with my head held up high, showing someone else I was hurt was not gonna happen, never, no, there was always a hiding place for me to sulk and take in the shame all over again.
It’s been 20 years since that day, that one encounter that could have possibly changed my world, I’m 31 and I know the lord, no I mean I KNOW Him, Twas grace and the love of Christ that took me from place to place. There’s still a hole in my heart, I’m not going to lie, waking up on certain days is challenging, depression and anxiety have tagged along but there’s a difference, a huge one, my best friend walks with me, I may have not found my princess, but I have a KING!
I don’t know what your story is, but there’s someone above who calls you precious, He thinks you’re awesome and one of a kind, if you have been abused or used or mishandled and you just don’t understand why, please, hear me out, let go and let God, I’m with you on this, it’s easy for many people to say this, but I know how you feel, actually do, been there, it’s the little that God loves about you, He’s forever with you.





Unsure of how I got here. I face myself every morning, my reflection have no words to confess but they mean a lot. They say I’m
You wrote a love song before you formed me