Contributed by La Fawn Duh (an alias)
“How many times did he smear my reputation? How many times did I go back, believing every promise that he was a new man, believing every half-hearted apology? But he never hit me.” (He Never Hit Me, from Huff Post Women)
He never hit me… But the scars I still seek to heal show how damming and destructive a relationship can be.
Here’s to us lifting each other, validating each others pain, sorrow and hurt so we can be prepared to fully apply the atonement and be emissaries of light and truth.
I’m tired of being a monument to my past. I’m tired of fear and of pretending. As daughters of God, let’s share and love each other so we can heal and walk again uprightly before God.
I know I have to own my past truths for the sake of my sons and daughters. It’s time for me to feel outrage in the face of abuse and mistreatment and be a standard of truth. No more.
Let’s live Mosiah 18:9 and be, “Willing to mourn with those that mourn; yea, and comfort those that stand in need of comfort, and to stand as witnesses of God at all times and in all things, and in all places that ye may be in, even until death, that ye may be redeemed of God, and be numbered with those of the first resurrection, that ye may have eternal life.”
To do so we must, ” Press forward with a steadfastness in Christ, having a perfect brightness of hope, and a love of God and of all men. Wherefore, if ye shall press forward, feasting upon the word of Christ, and endure to the end, behold, thus saith the Father: Ye shall have eternal life.” 2 Nephi 31:20