Damaged Goods

I was 22 and my heart was broken. My beau at the time had just broken up with me and I was devastated. He was the first guy I had dated and one I had had a crush on since I was 15 years old. I could not sleep for days. I started taking sleeping pills to fall asleep. I had lost (what I thought at the time) the love of my life and I was totally broken. He later told me that he had stopped loving me a long time ago and that he had only kept up the front for over a year because he did not want to hurt me. Ouch. Talk about rubbing salt in a fresh wound.



Fast forward 2 years, I meet another guy who had been married had two kids and had gotten divorce (I know. It looks bad because it WAS bad!). He swept me off my feet with expensive gifts and dinners in places I could not afford on my own. I was naïve of course; none of those gifts were for free. Unbeknownst to me, they were coming at a price I was not willing to pay. To spare you the details, the bottom-line of this story was that Mr. Gentleman attempted to rape me. I was not having any of it. So that relationship ended. He got married to someone else just about a month later (yeah.).



Not surprisingly, both of these events did a sorry number on me. I never mentioned it openly but as far as I was concerned all men were liars who always ended up leaving you high and dry. I did not realize how entrenched this emotion was until I began to chat with a guy friend one day. I have forgotten what the specific conversation was but he had asked me a question about why I was so afraid to express my emotions to any man. With a pain-tinged voice and tears threatening, I answered, “Because they ALWAYS leave”.

There it was!

The secret was finally out. I despised the men who had left me and so I despised ALL men. The fear of being hurt again by another man bound me so strongly and I could not bring myself to express any form of emotion toward any man; even those who showed interest in me.

Does any part of my story sound familiar? Maybe it’s worse. You have suffered abuse and neglect from men you loved and looked up to. The memories haunt you each time you close your eyes and the shame of it has prevented you from ever mentioning it to anyone.

You feel alone and forgotten .You even think God has forgotten you.

I am not here to tell you to throw it out the window and forget it ever happened and that tomorrow you will wake up and the sun will shine and there will be rainbows in the sky.

I am here to tell you that there is a Healer and His Name is Jesus Christ.

He has healed me of emotional and psychological damage and He can heal YOU. He loves you relentlessly and will NEVER FORGET YOU!

Will you take the first step towards your healing today and simply ask the Healer to come in and take care of the mess you are in?

He did it for me and He can do it for you.

To be continued.