“That was the biggest statement I ever made to that pedophile. His jaunty step went absent, his face was taut, and his hands were whitish pink as he gripped the red handle of the shopping cart. Thrilled, I skipped with glee to my mom in the bread aisle.”
“In the midst of my crumbling, unstable household I was introduced to my biological dad, which created a tiny spark of hope for normalcy. Exposing my abuse opened up a variety of wounds that were not healing right in the first place.”
“One day I was having a Bible study with Rita, an older lady at our congregation. We were reading about the word molestation. I had never heard that word before that day. Rita explained, “It’s when an adult touches a young person’s private areas and does things to them.”
Terry, a dear friend of ours at Little Wings lost his wife on the 10th to heaven. This is his blog today. I thought it was so beautiful that I chose to repost it. We love you Terry and your Family and will be here for you as you need…
