I thought the abuse defined-me
I thought the things that were done to me would dictate my future.
I felt low and could not figure out a way of escape.
How could I escape the repetitive thoughts that played the, “you were abused-you will be nothing” recorder.
I had to intercept that with the words that Jesus spoke to me-His child,
“I know the plans that I have for you…plans to prosper you..not to harm you and to give you an expected end.”
These were not just words-they were life. The very breath that allowed me rescue from my excruciating pain.
Pain-that was the constant emotion that gnawed at my heart-with bitterness as its backup trying to blow Arctic cold to my innermost parts.
I would fight and press and pray and cry and scream and question to myself and God-waiting and anticipating not only an answer-but my plan-the plan for my life.
I am not what happened to me.
It was not my fault.
I am stronger than any trial I have faced.
I will overcome the thing that has tried to kill me.
I believe the promises of God.
I know that I am healed and my life is not over.
I receive the healing that God has already given.
I can accomplish any goal I set my mind to.
I am more than a conqueror through Him that loved me.
I am Priceless Pretty.