Some time
ago, I had the privilege of talking with over fifty young girls on child sexual
abuse and issues revolving it. These girls had so much innocence.., some
had curiosity written in their eyes. It
felt really good to have that talk. While I spoke, I could see the pain in the
eyes of some…, I could feel some had fears locked up in them that they found
difficulties expressing.
Now, here
is the part that got me really thinking, after the entire talk, a young girl of
about 14 years old, walked up to me and said she wanted asking me some
questions. She asked “why would a father
sleep with his daughter?”; she said she knew of a case where a brother
abused his sister and she got pregnant, she said “what will they tell the child?” she was so transparent I could
read her thoughts; her eyes were so deep, I could see the pain, I could see she
needed answers to so many questions… I was tongue-tied because deep within me,
I sought answers for these questions and even questions that go beyond sexual
abuse.
Children/people
are asking questions; they can’t seem to fathom certain horrors (neither can I).
Victims of Sexual abuse want to break free but don’t know how and are wondering
why they became victims in the first place; why it had to be them; porn has
held many young lads hostage, they want to know the way to freedom, to liberty;
People who are tied to poverty and are wondering if they could find their next
meal or shelter for the night; people have heartaches and wonder when the
nightmares will cease…,
As much
as I believe in a new tomorrow, I can’t pretend not to be scared of it either;
are our kids going to be safe? With so much horrors around now, what would it
look like tomorrow? Then this poverty – it seems to keep building up like a “skyscraper”,
and I’m wondering when it’s going to crumble. And With the older generation
saying it was better in their days than it is in my days (even with the fight
for independence, the civil war, riots in the 1900s etc). I look at things presently;
I earnestly pray not to tell my kids “it was better in my days”.
For me,
what gives me courage, what gives me strength to even put this together, what
keeps me going is Jesus. I can’t live any day without His hope in my heart; I can’t
live through the nights and mornings without His arms holding me. I might not
have answers to all the questions you ask or the ones I ask, but I have Jesus;
He holds my tomorrow. He tells me “Joy, walk with me; I’ll guide and keep you – one step
at a time”.
Are you
asking questions; you’re pondering and having heartaches about your situation;
you’re wondering when and how you can come out of it; I don’t know any better
place or person who could help. I just know the best – JESUS. He has done it for me, He is doing it for me, and He
has assured me that He’ll keep doing it for me. Why not try Him today?
