Living in Freedom & Confidence
"In him (Christ Jesus) and through faith in him we may approach God with freedom and confidence." – Ephesians 3:11 niv
A detailed journey of rape recovery and how I achieved Hope and Healing in my life.
I have loved you with an everlasting love; Therefore with lovingkindness I have drawn you and continued My faithfulness to you (Jeremiah 31:3 AMP). In my life experiences, God has shown up most powerfully amidst my darkest moments. These moments have fallen under two themes in my life: rejection (see “Rejection” and “Emotional Abuse” posts)…
Below are Bible verses that encouraged me as I journeyed toward hope and healing. May they bless and encourage you too!
After I began to accept and process my rape, I read everything I could get my hands on regarding rape. I read books and I also searched the Bible to see what it had to say about rape. As I searched the Bible I came across the story of Tamar.
I am obsessed with taking photographs. I love photographs and I always have. I love to decorate with photographs. I love being surrounded by images of loved ones or places I have been. I have hundreds of photos from my wedding. Countless photos of my children. However, from my first semester of college I have…
Rapists aren’t strangers lurking in the shadows down dark allies. They are seemingly everyday people, people you know. I wonder how many rapists I know? Daily, how many do I encounter?
Last Thursday, while I was worrying about my final studio presentation, out having lunch with my boyfriend and his father, a woman was raped. She was raped in broad daylight, in my parking garage on campus, by a repeat offender.
About a week ago, I had a dream that really bothered me. I dreamt that I had been raped, but none of the rape was in the dream, only the knowledge that it had happened.
It has been slightly over three years since that devastating day. This year, as this not so pleasant anniversary passed, I found myself plagued with memories. Memories would pop into my mind at different points during the day. Words he said to me. Even the rape itself, replayed in my mind. I would see a…
Spring Semester of my sophomore year also marked the beginning of a very significant friendship for me. I woke up late one Sunday morning and in an effort to expedite getting ready, I skipped doing my hair. I put on a straw sunhat and a sundress. During the greeting time at church an older couple…
Fall Semester of my Sophomore year was when I began to unraveled as I faced the reality of being raped. Spring Semester was when I began to get help and face my rape. During this difficult time, I hid away both emotionally and physically. There were days I couldn’t bring myself to get out of…