When holding onto a relationship longer than you feel Gods hand upon it, whether we realize it or not, we\u2019re saying, \u201cI know whats best for me\u201d.<\/p>\n
Sure, the signs are still there, from the more consistent arguments and the continuing of compromises, but the more you place band-aid excuses over their bad behavior\u2014you start to believe the lies the enemy is allowing yourself to speak. We hold out from letting them go insisting\u2026<\/p>\n
\u201cthey will change\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cthey just need a little grace and space\u201d.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know him like I do\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cWell, when things are good though, they\u2019re really good\u201d.<\/p>\n
And I can\u2019t speak for you, friend, but as I\u2019ve said these very things from my own lips, and from my experience,<\/p>\n
I was loosing…me. For a season, I thought I had lost, ME.<\/p>\n
Where I once was being treated like a princess held with the upmost respect, somewhere along the way I became the one to reinforce our physical boundaries. And what was once shinny, and I would dare to say\u2014STILL IS, in his eyes became familiar. And that respect turned into complacency.<\/p>\n
& this was the beginning of my hardened heart.<\/p>\n
The walls began to be built as the trust, purity, and respect were slowly being torn down\u2026in turn, tearing ME down.<\/p>\n
For you it may have been overnight, but for most of us, I believe it\u2019s a slow fade. Step by step. Moment by moment. Compromise by compromise. Where once good intentions were spoken, the actions lived out contradict what was said. And the very things that were said, have now been questioned, and once again, we\u2019re back in the garden with the enemy making us doubt, \u201cdid God REALLLYYY say?\u201d Thus birthing sin. And that sin\u2026bringing forth DEATH.<\/p>\n
No, not the death of lighting striking us dead on a bright summers day, but the death of our joy. Our light. Our purity in the way we see the world.<\/p>\n
And one day, with eyes wide open, you find yourself crying out, \u201chow did I get here?!\u201d As you desperately try to remember the stranger starring back at you in the mirror.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m not upset at you, sister. I\u2019m not in the slightest pointing a finger at you, shocked or full of judgement that wow, you\u2019ve gone too far. Because girl. If ANYTHING, that finger should be pointed at me. Because I have gone too far.<\/p>\n
And for YEARS. I mean Y E A R S I have kept this TRUTH to myself. Sure, my mom found out and that horrified me (to say the least). & my dad, too, was brought into the conversation by my mom, and although it felt like I could take my next breath as it was now in the light, I still felt\u2026used. Dirty. Broken? Too Far gone?<\/p>\n
It breaks my heart that for our sisters that do feel stuck in that relationship, or less than because of what they\u2019ve done or what has been done to them, they feel they have to stay quiet. absolutely quiet. That no-one can find out. & more girls that we probably will ever know are silently suffering.<\/p>\n\n\t\t