What if they can tell just by looking at me? Do I seem different? I am so ashamed of it all. I never meant for it to get this far. How did I get here? No one will understand how I could not fight back. I just went along with it; it was like I was frozen, paralyzed by it all. I should never have gone.
What will my parents say when they find out? Will they still love me? Will anyone love me? I am so dirty; I feel so worthless. How do I even ask for help? No one will understand. No one is like me. I feel so stupid.
What's that? I do not have to feel that way. Do you mean others are like me? I am not the only one. Will God ever love me again? Look at what I did. What's that? It was not my fault; I never asked for it. Yes, that is true. Hum, can I forgive myself? Well, maybe. It hurts so bad; I want the pain to go away. I will do anything.
What's that? Trust in God again. Try Jesus. How do I do that? Call out to Jesus, you say, ask Him for help with it? Repent of my sins, and ask Jesus to come into my heart. Ask for forgiveness and trust; it's possible to be set free of the weight of carrying it all. Pray this prayer, you say? Well, what do I have to lose? Nothing you say, you did it, and you were set free? Wow, you give me hope.
Call out for help; He is listening!
Blessings and Peace,
Tammy Toney-Butler
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