On the question of fear, ask yourself: Do I live in the fear of what others think?
I had a dream last night that I was talking to a cousin I haven’t seen in years. We were chatting about my father. This question was presented, “Do you think he’s in heaven or in hell?”
I was responding with, “Well, I don’t know. I wonder how a person who rapes his daugther can at the same time hold to a standard of faith…”
In the midst of my talking, I saw my mother’s glare from another room. She was going to interject some words that would comingle with mine in a way of approval.
I knew the real message in my dream was — I needed to guard and monitor what I said. She was watching and mandating that I speak without authority and truth.
I woke up and blocked that curse.
I am not afraid to speak for the standard that God has placed in my heart. It makes most people uncomfortable for me to share my story. I don’t know why? They get to share their stories of childhood all the time.
God has given me the same right. I am only sharing my stories of childhood.
What makes that wrong?
Because the narrative of my stories are of brutality, no love, condemnation, shame and abuse?
So what!
I am going to share it for the reality of the millions of victims that suffered brutally at the hands of their parents. I care. I long to see them set free.
Listen to me now – those that came through incest, brutality in childhood from the parents who were supposed to protect you — tell your story with brutal honesty.
I am giving you permission. GOD is giving you permission.
Please do not let anyone silence you any longer. What can mortal man do to you now?
I’ll leave you with this question: Who dictates your silence?
It isn’t God!
Allow God to help you see yourself this week! Allow his love to pursue you. #UCU
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