This is a photo of me. This is the face of a victim of child sexual abuse. No, this THIS is the face of a survivor. A wonderful lady asked me yesterday whether I’ve ever prayed about what happened to me when I was a child. I haven’t. I’ve had counseling for PTSD and I’ve forgiven my abusers and everyone involved, and I have mostly overcome, but I have spent my life trying to do so under my own power. Yesterday, I cried. This prayer is going to take some time and I’ll need to be alone, so I’ve not prayed yet. I know HE knows my heart and I will come to Him the broken, ruined child I once was and though I’ve survived, I sometimes still am. I will ask for His peace and praise Him for getting me through the rough patches, even when I was too wrapped in pain to remember to call on Him. He is Lord of all, big and small, and in this, in the gentle reminder of this which I received yesterday, I find God’s love.