In my dream I was drowning in Sorrows
But my sorrows they learned to swim
Surrounding me, going down on me
Spilling over the brim
“What would Jesus do?”
I know this lady who was raised in a very depraved environment. She, her mother and her siblings were treated as if they were the private property of her ‘father.’
This young lady had been worked, raped and nearly beaten to death. She was not allowed to go to school so she never learned to read.
Throughout her teen years, her ‘father,’ who had been her main abuser, gave his friends permission to violate her in any number of ways. As a result, she gave birth to six children; each with a different man. Her father sent several of the children away because he said that it wasn’t his responsibility to feed them.
Sadly, the young lady was never told of their whereabouts. Before long, she and her remaining children suffered the same fate.
This young lady, who had nothing but the clothes on her back and three children in tow, did…
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A chance to post to BLW
I love finding Christians who practice Christianity.
The other day, Zac and I went into a retail store and were greeted by an associate.
I soon recognized the associate as someone I used to go to church with years ago. Someone close to my age, who I had shared many years sitting next to in our small little church.
But, he had changed.
He was now a she.
I could tell my friend recognized me, but didn’t think I would recognize them. They helped me around the store and their hands were shaking almost uncontrollably the entire time.
I knew why.
They were afraid.
Afraid of what I might say if I caught onto who they were.
Afraid of seeing the shocked Christian look of horror on my face.
Afraid of my judgement or God knows what Bible verses I just might hurl at them.
Afraid of being shamed.
And it BROKE MY HEART.
I decided to…
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