I confess that find the truth about sexual offenders callously cold, hard, and unspeakably complex.
Sexual violence invades the space that you inhabit – literally leaving you feel like ruined refuse.
His approach was stealth, quiet, brooding, and dark. He came over my soul and spirit and in one bite severed my hands. Not my heart, no – my hands. I could no longer grasp the driftwood or the bread of hope.
Little girl, by degrees your littleness will leave. By degrees so will you.
I too hunger for justice, truth and hope.
If you need me, you will find me in a secret and sacred place.
With an upturned chin to Him who is Justice, Truth, and Hope.
The coffee is hot.
The candles are lit.
The flame is small but bright enough to illuminate the way.
I am coming to The Courage Conference in October 2018 to share with you how to use “Motion as Lotion,” how to remove the residue of ruin, and how to thaw the frozen bits. I come to you with years of not only professional, but personal experience, cradled in still aching arms.
Not speaking was confirmed by crushing circumstances, brutal beatings, sexual abuse, and wholesale neglect.
Do not pick up the frail and fallen unless you must. Give them the dignity of rising in what strength they have.
“A (wrong) sum can be put right: but only by going back til you find the error and working it afresh from that point, never by simply going on. Evil can be undone, but it cannot ‘develop’ into good. Time does not heal it. The spell must be unwound, bit by bit, ‘with backward mutters of dissevering power.” – CS Lewis
The rains of ruin,
Eddy at my feet.
I clutch His.
Dry them with unwound hair.