The Titus 2:4 Project - Women Mentoring Women

It won’t kill me. Right? Isn’t that what “they” say? What you don’t know won’t kill you. I’m still breathing. How? Because there are some things I don’t know. I don’t know what really happened the night I was drugged and raped. I don’t know the details of his infidelities. I don’t know why he chose drugs and alcohol over his family. I don’t know why my great-uncle repeatedly molested little girls. I don’t know why my parents divorced before my first birthday. And I don’t know why God allowed certain things to happen in my life that were deeply painful—though I don’t pretend my story is the worst one out there. Quite the opposite, actually. Have you ever seen one of those videos where a heart-transplant recipient meets the  donor’s family? I searched for them on YouTube once, and I cried through nearly every one. When the donor’s family listens to the beating heart that once belonged to their loved one—now sustaining the life of a former stranger—when gratitude collides with grief,...

The first box is now open.  A thick layer of dust had collected over the lid like a scab on an old wound.  The contents are now exposed to the first light it has seen in years.   2 Samuel 22:29 says "You are my lamp, O Lord; the Lord turns my darkness into light." So, let Your light shine, God.  Shine on me.  Expose this darkness. Sometimes Satan uses invisible shackles to bind us up.  Shackles we don't even know are there, until God exposes the work of the enemy and in the light of His glory, He sets us free!  I didn't know that this was holding me back.  Until Sunday.  When I saw the sister of a man who had wronged me.  Seeing her face - one I hadn't seen in years - caused me to dig far back into my memory...where did I know her from??  Her last name had changed, her face had aged...but I knew that I knew her... When I finally pieced it all together, I was nearly knocked off my feet.  I knew immediate...