She listened to all the wrong voices, She answered all the wrong calls. She gave her heart away to the wrong boy and before she knew it, she was in over her head.
One night he left bruises on her arms, her throat, and her face. (You know...the kind you can't explain to your friends when they ask, 'What happened?!?') But the next day he said he loved her, said he was sorry. He said he would die if she didn't forgive him (& just for affect, he pulled a revolver out of his pocket) He said he would rather be dead than hurt her again... He said it would never happen again...
...until it did.
So for weeks at a time she hid away in shame; avoiding the pitying looks, shocked expressions, and concerned whispers. She avoided the ones who loved her, who wanted to her help her. She just couldn't leave him and she knew that that was what they would try to make her do. She was afraid...not of what he would do to her, she knew he wouldn't put that much effort in finding her if she decided to leave. But she was afraid of what she would do without him. Her world revolved around him. He kept a roof over her head, food in her belly, and clothes on her back. Where would she go?? What would she do with out him??
Then one day...it was all over.
She wakes up one morning...and he's gone. No note, no goodbye... the only sign that he ever been there was the dirty socks he'd left on the floor.
The relief she feels goes hand-in-hand with the terror she still can't escape. She has been handed her freedom on a silver platter and she has no idea what to so with it...
Where does she run to...?? Where to begin...again?? The best place to start is always the beginning.
I'm a Survivor
I will make it
This cold floor will not keep down.
I will fight for what I know I deserve.
I will not give up,
Because I have found a place of Redemption,
I have found a strong tower to run to.
Now. I know I am safe.
The fighter of all my battles,
The one who will never let me go...
His name is Jesus!
And He is teaching me
To begin again...
