“The road to healing may be long, but the joy in knowing you’re stronger because of the journey will be worth it all!” -Doris Hayes Gibson
From the early days of childhood, abuse can crush one’s spirit to extraordinary measures. I remember being extremely timid to the point of never desiring to socialize with other children. It seemed my voice would never be strong enough to be heard above the clatter inside my world. I remained silent, and I would wear my mask until old age stared me in the face.
My, how wonderful it would be if no child had to ever experience another heartbreak from the demons of abuse…to be able to curse that demonic spirit back into the pit from which it came and see these children be set free! What a beautiful dream!
I’m asking you, if you know of someone who is carrying the secret of shame from an abusive past, pray they will give that burden to God and leave it there. He can break the chains that hold them back. He can mend the broken pieces. They CAN be whole again in Jesus’ name! I am living proof!
Where is your pain, oh darkened past?
Where does your sadness lay?
Your shadows, I left far behind
Where misery must stay.
I’ll face the future now, at last,
And turn my thoughts to God.
My heart won’t plead to visit you.
Your final path, I’ve trod.
Dismiss your hopes of robbing me
Of hope and joy I claim.
I’m taking back what you once stole.
My mind won’t play your game.
Remain that foolish, broken fool
And find your place to hide,
For God will shield my future days
From all your vengeful pride.
Your plans for grief have been destroyed.
Good riddance to your lies.
I’ll have no fear along this road
Where freedom is my prize.
I’ll hold my head up high and smile;
No thoughts of where I’ve been.
I’ll be at peace, for I’m released
From your harsh curse of sin.
© 2013 Doris Hayes Gibson
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