How Can We Help?
What can I do to be helpful if an abusive situation is revealed? Listen to the person and believe her! Minimizing...
How Can We Help?
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Freeing Hope
Freeing Hope
Is Hope’s story your story? No matter what Hope does in her marriage, something is always wrong. She tries to be a...
What To Do If I’m Being Bullied
What To Do If I’m Being Bullied
WHAT TO DO IF I AM BEING BULLIED? OR IF SOMEONE ELSE IS BEING BULLIED? What can I do to stop bullying? That was my...
Freedom
Freedom
There are more people in slavery today than any other time in history. Estimates are that as many as 27 million people are enslaved. 27 million!
On the fourth of July, we celebrate our freedom, but I sadly can’t stop thinking about all those individuals who are not free today. I especially mourn for the children and women who are victims of sex-trafficking. Can you imagine what it would be like if you, your daughter or your granddaughter lived the following story?
How To Care For A Person Who Has Been Abused
How To Care For A Person Who Has Been Abused
If you want to help a person who has been sexually abused listen to the wisdom of Hebrews 13:1-4, which tells us to...
Child Sexual Abuse Myths and Facts
Child Sexual Abuse Myths and Facts
Did you know that as many as 1 out of 4 girls and 1 out of 6 boys will experience some form of sexual abuse before...
I Was Afraid To Talk
I Was Afraid To Talk
My life as a boy was filled with violence, blood and hiding places. My siblings and I were shuffled back and forth between our violent-alcoholic parents and a terribly abusive orphanage.
I carried the abuse inside me like a brick. I felt like I had so many bad secrets that I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, and I was so scared to let them slip that I stopped talking.
My Grandfather Sexually Abused Me
My Grandfather Sexually Abused Me
Acknowledging the abuse was horrible.
Admitting that my grandfather had sexually abused me meant three things: first, he didn’t love me; second, no one in my family cared enough about me to know that I was hurting or to protect me; third, I felt like a piece of litter that no one even bothered to throw in the trash. Realizing that no one really cared about me when I was a child was the most painful part of my healing process.
