Today I was given the beautiful opportunity to share my story on live radio. As nervous as I was, I knew God would give me the exact words to say, and sure enough, He did! I felt very strong and confident and so incredibly grateful for the chance to share my heart!
I have discovered that over the last couple years of becoming more and more public with my story, the chains of shame and guilt have melted away. Silence breeds and cultivates shame, and while it is every survivors choice whether or not to tell their story, I have personally found that every time I share my story, new wounds are healed, and new hope is birthed.
Jesus redeemed every tear I have ever shed on the cross and I want every survivor to know that their tears have been redeemed as well. 💗
Check out the recording below!! And please share with anyone who may be blessed by it!
Ever since I announced on my Social Media that I am writing a book about my #cult and #metoo story, I’ve recieved a lot of criticism. I’ve been told that I must not really be free, or that I haven’t really forgiven, or else I wouldn’t be so stuck in the past.
But here’s the thing, just because I write about my past doesn’t mean I’m stuck in it. I have unearthed, faced, fought, grieved, grown, forgiven, and healed through all the tough memories, and I continue to do so. It’s hard work. But even after the healing, the memories still exists, just as they should.
We live in a put up and shut up, turn the other cheek, forgive and forget society. But I don’t believe that’s at all what Jesus intended. Sin was never meant to be hidden and neither was our pain. Jesus came to speak TRUTH, to expose hypocrisy, and to redeem our pain! When Jesus redeems our pain, He gives us the ability to share both our ugly past, and His hope of healing for the future.
If a person has a story, it is THEIR story. They fought the bloody war, they wear the scars from it. We should support them if they have the courage to tell it. 💗
I just heard this song for the first time from fellow #metoo survivor Jessica Willis Fisher, and I’m balling my eyes out. I am my survivor and he is my history. I now have the freedom to take pen in hand, and write MY story. ::
🎵”history is written at the hands of those who win
the battle must be over for the writing to begin
take a piece of paper, open up a vein
the feather and the finger pulls against the grain
memory is fading even as I speak
I am not the child who turned the other cheek
power to the people throwing off the chains
love is all we wanted and only truth remains
you will be the lesson I wish I never learned
love will be the reason your reign was overturned
all my story now belongs to me
I will try to build a better life for me
no one else will know what I could see
I am my survivor and you will be my history” 🎵