"The abuse I suffered as a child marked me permanently. I never fully recovered."
How it sounds in your head: What happened to me shaped everything—my relationships, my fears, my inability to trust. I'm still that damaged little girl. I'll die carrying this wound.
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds."
-- Psalm 147:3Trauma lie: What was done TO you defines what you ARE—makes victimhood your permanent identity.
Ninety years haven't erased the memories. The scars feel like proof the damage is permanent.
Tamar was raped by her half-brother Amnon and lived 'desolate' in her brother's house. Though Scripture records her pain, she's listed in the Messianic genealogy (Matthew 1)—her story didn't end in shame but in PURPOSE.
I REFUSE the lie that abuse defined me. IT IS WRITTEN: He heals the brokenhearted and binds up my wounds. What was done TO me is not what I AM. I am not damaged—I am REDEEMED. I am not broken—I am BELOVED. The blood of Jesus has washed every violation away and declared me PURE, WHOLE, CROWNED WITH HONOR. IT IS WRITTEN: I am the righteousness of God in Christ. No trauma can steal that identity.
Your Father didn't stand by during your abuse—He was weeping with you, and He's been pursuing you with healing ever since. The violated little girl is held in His arms NOW, completely whole.