Angel 1: Do you see that lady? Her innocence was stolen many years ago. demoralized. devalued.
Angel 2: Her spirit seems crushed, shaken quieted.
Angel 1: At the time of that tragic event, from that point forward the lens through which she looked through would never be the same. A distortion. Her self- worth she had none. She believed it was taken from her.
Angel 2: It breaks my heart, if only she could understand.
Angel 1: In her distorted view, she liked the attention. She liked the approval. So she stayed there. Quiet. She let it happen. She detested the physical parts, and she could feel anxiety welling up, Oh she felt guilt and shame. Now she was in a loop. Worthless.
Her value and worth now rested on getting that high of approval, praise, and attention.
Angel 2: I see. So….more approval, means more value. More attention, means more worth. More praise, means more love. So distorted.
Angel 1: She was lied to. Her value isn’t in any one of those things. Her worth is not determined by the way she looks or how she acts or performs or what she allows people to do to her or believe about her.
But this is the lie she has struggled with none the less.
Angel 2: I see and now the goal is to prove and sell herself. Prove that she isn’t worthless am I right?
Angel 1: Exactly. If she only knew that she was thought of way before her conception. She was named with a special name. She is the apple of his eye.
Angel 2: She is precious in his sight more precious than all the jewels. She is beautifully and wonderfully made, created in his image. She is the daughter of the King. He loves her with an everlasting love.
Angel 1: Yes! He chose her. He died for her. If she only knew this value in the depths of her being.
Angel 2: Oh how she needs to know how special she is to our Lord and this is what wholly matters.
Angel 1: Yes she is so special to Him and yes that’s her real value.
This perspective on my life I believe the Lord gave me a couple of days ago. Without going into too many details, I will disclose what that tragic event was. I was sexually abused by a teacher in middle school years ago. I say this not to get pity, but maybe it can be a help to others. God can take even a heinous experience as that and he can use it for His good. God works all things together for good for those who are called according to his purposes. I am quite sure God will use my experience to speak hope and life to others either facing the same thing or similar things.
God can take the good, bad and the ugly, and use it for His good. It’s so wonderful to know that truth. We all have a memory problem so we have to remind ourselves of his promises.