About Abuse

Satan doesn't know what the future holds. But he has always wanted to destroy me. The first-born child of two sincere, faithful children of God? Grade A meat-- a tasty little bacon bite in his book.

God knows all things; past, present, future, possibility. So God let him at me. Not to be eaten; not utterly destroyed, but chewed up and spat out; damaged, infected.

Why would God allow such a thing to be done to his precious darling daughter, one whom he loves and delights in?

Because he wanted to make me into a warrior.
He wanted me to be strong, a survivor.
Dependent upon Him in my damage but fierce in opposition to evil. An imitator of Christ-- the original patient zero-- infected but victorious, by whose blood we are healed.
I am infected but by Christ I will survive. And as I do, I am going after others who are infected. I have become part of God's immune system.

Where Satan tries to destroy,
God builds even stronger.
I stand to testify.

All God's works are good.
His plans are to prosper and keep you.
For hope and a future.
Your pain and destruction, which overwhelm you and bring you to your knees-- He feels that too.
But He knows-- those are labor pains, and good, beautiful, worthwhile and delightful things follow on their heels.

Let it be, and to God all glory on earth as in heaven.