Child abuse is a problem that so systemic and problematic in the human race, it is an epidemic. My Godmother was my saving grace. I knew at the age of four, that being mistreated was wrong. I was very stoic and never accepted this treatment. I learn not to be seen or heard, I learned to exist and survive.
I was always thinking, and reading was my escape. My Godmother came into my life at age thirteen, and completely turned my world around. She was always explaining my mother to me. She love me unconditionally. We still talk at least twice a month. She shaped me into the woman I am today.
Not every child that is abused has an outcome such as mine. I can only say I was blessed when God placed her in my life. I never stop believing. I still “cling” to her like super glue.
She never moved the “mountain” but gave me the tools to climb it. I can only pray for those children that are still waiting for the Lord to send you someone who is going to make a difference in your life just run into their arms and hold on if you don’t let go they won’t either. The love that person has to give you will surpass the love you never had. The only catch is that sometimes this chance may only come once so you have to take it because your life is depending on it.
“Flatter me and I may not believe you. Criticize me and I may not like you. Ignore me and I may struggle to forgive you. Encourage me and I will not forget you.”