|Sunday, November 02, 2003|
I have been thinking alot about where I would like this blog to travel from here on out. I am in need of some time in which I can dedicate some serious research to the depth of the problem of domestic abuse. I've found that when you pick a topic, any topic of vast occurance, you begin to find that topic everywhere you go. Maybe it's because you talk more about it, or maybe it's just because you're more aware... none the less, it becomes an occurance until it has become a past interest.
For example, this weekend I travelled up to Connecticut this weekend for a halloween party. I met a bunch of really cool people, but for some reason, this one girl at the party really caught my attention. She wasn't dressed in any flashy sort of way. Her hair was normal, long, pulled back in a simple pony tail. Her features weren't outrageous, but there was just something about. I decided to approach her.
My friend was engaging in conversation with her so I decided to join them. She appeared very distant, disengaged, maybe even a little lost. We would ask her questions, and she would look around a few times before answering, and then she would answer again if what she had said before was not completely accurate. I was so intruiged by her, and I wanted to get to know her immediately. I asked her to come for a walk with me.
We started talking and any question that I asked she would give me a vague answer. She was sincere and sweet, yet distracted and anxious. I could tell just from her eyes that there was much pain... I felt that God was telling me to give her my testimony, so I did, and I included every excrutiating or embarrassing detail. The most important thing that God gave me to tell her (and I say this must have been God who gave me the words, because I was speaking in a voice that was very foreign to my own) was that God heals on his own timing, and he keeps us dependant upon him through the trials in life that take the longest to heal. Why did I tell her all of this? I have no idea. But apparently, she benefitted from it highly as she gave me hugs continuously throughout the night.
I found out later that this girl was a victim of domestic violence, rape, and other horrific pains. The worst part about her story is that her experiences may have been the causes of her development of schizophrenia. As I was informed, her healing has been slow but continual. A Schizophrenic is often never fully healed and has a high chance of living with the mental disease for the rest of his/her life.
Abuse = more than just a broken nose
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