1049. LDS Victim of Child Abuse Shares Beautiful, Brutally Honest Testimony of Coming to Love, Trust Her Father in Heaven

To any of you dear readers who have been a victim of Child Abuse, this beautiful article may help give some comfort.  It can be faith-shattering!

Each summer for several years I have reposted a different article about the dangers of sleepovers to children.  You may want to go to this link also:

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LDS Victim of Child Abuse Shares Beautiful, Brutally Honest Testimony of Coming to Love, Trust Her Father in Heaven





From age five through fifteen, I was subjected to extreme abuse at the hands of my stepfather. I struggled for years with feelings of great unworthiness. I was quite inactive and bitter as a Church member. My heart became quite hardened. I suppose you could say I was spiritually bruised and broken. I couldn’t bring myself to pray to someone in heaven who was supposed to be my father. I rejected priesthood blessings because even the touch of worthy priesthood holders was a threat. I got so lost in my deep, dark place that I got to thinking that life would be better off without me.
But, as I later learned, others were praying for me. On a strange impulse, I accepted the challenge to just do two little things each day for my spirit: read one verse from the Book of Mormon and pray for one minute. Though I was disgusted with myself for agreeing to do this, I kept my word. It may seem like almost nothing to do these two things, but for me they were not easy! I read one verse from some random spot in the book and then stared at the clock in a kneeling position for the remaining minute.
I continued this routine for many weeks before my heart began to soften. A miracle was taking place. One verse became two, then three, and then chapters. A hunger was awakened, and I feasted on the word of the Lord. I found myself praying to my Heavenly Father as I would talk to a friend. He became real. I knew he was listening to me. I knew he was answering my prayers. I came to realize that he cherished me.
I have turned my burdens over to the Lord, and he has included them in his atonement somehow. They are gone. I’m free of the wounds and anger that once haunted me night and day. Twenty-five years of therapy did not do for me what the gospel has done. The Savior is the ultimate therapist and the ultimate healer.
(This book advertised below was written by a dear man, Wayne E. Brickey, who has since passed away.  He used to be our next door neighbor, and in his last years he taught an adult institute class in St. George, Utah, which I attended a lot, and really was inspired by his spirit, compassion, and testimony.)

Image titleDrawing on decades of study and personal experience, Brother Brickey shows us in Making Sense of Suffering that afflictions are brief gifts from God's gentle hands. Our challenge is to bear our afflictions while reconciling our hearts to the will of the Father and the Son.
Filled with poignant examples of belief and endurance, Making Sense of Suffering helps us exercise faith and overcome fear. For anyone touched by disappointment, disease, disaster, and death, this important book offers comfort and provides valuable insights into the blessings promised to those who endure their trials on the road to eternal life.

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