And so it begins...

...with a penny

I was just 4 years old when the sexual abuse for me began. I had swallowed a penny and went and told my mom and dad who told me to go lay down. We had an uncle visiting that day who over heard the conversation between me and my parents and quickly came to my rescue. I went to lay down on my lower bunk bed in the room that I vaguely remember my brother and sister also playing in at that time. My uncle came to me and laid down next to me - he told my brother and sister to not tell anyone that he was in there and told me he was going to rub my tummy to help the penny to come out. I just remember saying in my little girl voice, "But Uncle, that's not my tummy". He told me to hush that I would feel better soon.

Matthew 10:19b-20

Do not worry about how or what you should speak. For it will be given to you in that hour what you should speak; for it is not you who speak, but the Spirit of your Father who speaks in you. Lord lead me as I begin to blog about my life... (Published originally on March 2, 2009 but date changed to reverse post order)