If you’ve been following my last few posts, you’ve probably noticed that I’ve been writing a lot about sexual abuse.  Maybe you’re wondering why.

A few weeks ago, I found myself asking “Why?” What is the real motive behind my writing about sexual abuse? Suddenly, I felt compelled by the Holy Spirit to write. So I sat down at the computer.  Within a few minutes, a poem was formed.

little girl in white dress

The Little Girl*

 

Once there was a little girl,

With pure and childlike trust.

But one day this girl became

An object of one’s lust.

He told her she was pretty;

That what he did was love.

How that must have hurt the heart

Of God in heaven above.

The little girl believed him.

Even though this “love” hurt.

It made her feel so yucky,

And like a piece of dirt.

The pain became unbearable.

She blocked it from her mind.

It lay there many years until

Jesus she did find.

He beckoned her to come to Him.

She came with shame and fears.

Her dress was dirty and torn

Her eyes were filled with tears.

“May I carry all your pain?”

His voice so gently said.

“I’ve been waiting all these years.

It was for you I bled.”

She began to cry great heaving sobs.

Her chest hurt with the pain.

She lifted her eyes to His

And saw they held no blame.

“Yes, I’ll give it all to you,”

She uttered in reply.

And so He lifted all the pain.

She felt like she could fly.

“This is for you,” He said with love.

And handed her a dress.

“This is what I think of you-

Pure, clean and spotless.”

And so the little girl did dance

While Jesus held her hand.

And happy circles they did make

Their feet upon the sand.

I know this little girl quite well.

This little girl is me.

Redeemer, Saviour, Healer, Friend –

For you, He’ll gladly be.

This is my “why”. 

I cannot be silent about the redemption my Saviour has brought me.  I refuse to stifle His glory by being quiet when He, in His mercy, touched my shattered heart and literally healed my broken body, soul and spirit.

I realize that sexual abuse is a subject that is not culturally acceptable to talk about in some Anabaptist circles.  This saddens me, because there are so many people, who, like me, carry horrible secrets with them for years and have no idea how to rid themselves of them.  So they struggle.  They cover them up and try to forget.  But it doesn’t work.

It never does.  I’ve been there, and it’s not a fun place to be.

Just a few short years ago, I felt like no one knew how to help me find peace and healing.  I wondered if I was just a hopeless case.

And then, I met Jesus.  He changed everything.  Not in one day, because He is still healing me.  Has the journey been easy?  No.  Is it worth the pain?  YES.  A thousand times, yes.

Do I understand or know why I was abused and raped?  No.  God never answered Job’s questions of “why” either.

But there’s one thing I am choosing to believe:  God has a purpose for everything.  Even for a little girl who was brutally abused at the hands of men who professed to be sons of God.

I don’t know exactly why it happened to me.  My husband reminds me often: “Ann, God doesn’t waste pain.” Sometimes God uses pain to help others find healing.

And so, I want to be a voice for those little boys and girls who find themselves wondering if they are a hopeless case.  My heart aches for them.  I long to take their hand and lead them to the foot of the cross to meet my Friend, Jesus.

The truth is, no one is exempt from needing Jesus and His redemption in their lives.

Brothers and sisters, this, and this only, is my “why.”

 

*This poem is dedicated to my dear husband, Ben.  Thank you, Sweetheart, for leading me to Jesus, helping me forgive, and showing me over and over what love really is. I love you and I trust you.

**Photo credit: Ali Brown Photography

10 thoughts on “My “Why”

  1. shivers. and tears. and just a sense of awe at who God is and who God made you to be. Thank you for refusing to be silent. You’ve made a difference in my life, and you’re doing that for so many others. ❤

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  2. Lovely, I recently had a friend share this with me. She was a cutter and her arms show the evidence. She always covered them until recently Jesus is healing her and she said, “I show my scars so others can know there is healing!” Scars are proof that there is healing. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing, dear heart.

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  3. Thank you for writing this poem. It brought tears to my eyes as I read it and felt the hurt in your heart and in the hearts of thousands of other little girls and boys that have been sexually abused. It is also a joy to see God working in your life and healing those hurts. May God richly bless you as you live for Him!

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  4. Lots of similarities to my own journey of disclosure through coming to faith and letting Jesus take away the shame and dirtiness of abuse. I had two abusers who raped and sexually abused me, one a primary caregiver and direct family member and the other outside of the family. Wonderful poem, beautiful words, which express in such a beautiful way the raw pain and hurt sexual abuse and rape leaves in the lives of those who were once victims. You my sister are a survivor, strengthened and restored in the name of God. Amen! All glory to God through Jesus Christ our Saviour! 🙂

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    1. I would love to hear more of your story! There are definitely some similarities to my own. I hopped over to your blog for just a few minutes and I was blessed by your vulnerability. If you ever care to share more with me, email me at: ben.2889@gmail.com. I love hearing about the things God is doing/has done for others who’ve walked this journey. Blessings to you!

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      1. Thanks Ann. I will definitely do that. I like to find inspiration from others in the different ways God moves to restore and bring freedom. I also like to share when I can. God bless!

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