I weep for the little child whose zest of living was lost, and whose curiosity was shattered. I
weep for the little child whose innocence was taken away, and whose hopes were dashed.
I weep for the young girl who is afraid to live and love, and who is apprehensive to trust. I weep for the young girl who looks through colored
glasses and is cautious and suspicious.
Why does she weep, you ask? Because there was a
time in this little girl's life when one dear to her heart stole her purity away, and now she is filled with pain, grief, confusion and questions.
Though this little girl grew into a woman, she
struggles, writhes, and contemplates--What would
life be like if the darkness had not invaded her
that day? There are no answers. For what transpired that one day forever changed her life.
You see, the life went out of her that day when her father stole in and took his little girl away. His selfish desires led him astray. She
remembers and weeps.
She feels, loves and cares deeply, but she seems to be a stranger to her own heart. She tries to
reclaim the losses, but feels like a lonely island in the vast ocean. She feels unworthy in
Do you see why she weeps? So many losses, so much grief. Do you know what it is like to be
free? She only knows sudden and swift captivity
of her heart, soul and body, and of the pain it
brings. Freedom to her is an illusion.
Amid all of this pain, there are choices to be
made. She must make decisions to recover the
damages, and it must come within her heart. No one must pass life by because of foul play. She
knows she must fight, and go against the odds and
Though struck down and laid bare, life still holds ammenities yet untold. Yes, the clouds
blacken into threatening storms, but the rainbow
will shine after the pouring rain.
She determines not to give up. To relinquish means the demons win. She must not give into
their persuasion, for her power lies within and
in Christ as He restores and heals her.
This little girl now a woman has chosen to defy
the cords that seized her, choked and imprisoned
her. Little by little, she gains her footing and
becomes stronger than before.
She challenges, resists, and conquers. Though the deed has long been done against her body, she
remembers the agony of the abuse; and at times,
feels consumed by her emotions.
It is in those times, she remembers to prepare
for battle and put the weapons on and fight for her honor, her person and her dignity. She will be victorious!
Yes, she has scars and wounds of a battle well-fought. And yes, at times, the shadows of the past still molest her. And she remembers...
That nothing is more wonderful than reclaiming her sure footing and her life. She lives. She
knows that she will never be invaded again like one day long ago.