Every kind of abuse is horrid. Who can say if one kind is worse than another?
When I was eleven, I met God. I believed in Him. I believed strongly. This belief guided me through my life. I loved God and I wanted to please Him with all my heart.
As I was growing up, I was described as gullible. I always believed the best about people too. I trusted. I didn’t like hurting people’s feelings.
Using someone’s desire to please God to manipulate them is PURE EVIL When people hurt others in the “Name of God” — it is a special kind of hurt. It messes with your mind. It twists all you ever thought you were into something you will never recognize. The innocence of who you were is replaced with a dark reticence that holds you back from being able to believe in anyone. All I ever wanted to do was please God. Be a light to others. That was directly preyed upon.
As I pen these words, I realize how difficult it is to describe exactly how it happened. I will try….. but not today.