A Little Girl

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In the beginning was pain and confusion

Dark and blackened days

Devastation of a swirling mind

Denial, denial just to get by

And a little girl

Just a little girl

A lone little girl

And the devil laughed and said “I have won!”

In the middle was pain and confusion

Trudging through the daily

Gasping for air in the daily

Cursing Eve and Adams bites daily

Longing for things to be made right

Glimmers of light in the dark

In the fog just a glimmer

Pain that escaped into the daily

Confusion that bled into the daily

And the devil said “I have won.”

And then came a fire that was consuming

A fire so large and consuming

That lapped at the devil’s heels

It burned up pain and confusion

Turned lies into vapors

In the cool of God’s night

Leaving truth in the ashes

And in the ashes arose an alter

A memory to what was real

And The God of His People had won

He said “Her who was not beloved I will call ‘beloved’.”

She arose from the ashes

Looking forward to the rising sun

And stepping out into the flourishing world

She smiled at the day that was dawning

She laughed at what was to come

With the alter behind her

With her God before her

She walked away in Peace

Surrounded by truth and love

A little about the poem

This poem is about a friend but it also about every woman who has experienced sexual abuse.

A few years back a dear friend, we will call her Hope, disclosed a plan to the women in our community group. Hope had been sexually abused during childhood. Her early adult years were spent in spiritual darkness. On one miraculous day both her and her husband came to faith. Sometime following her conversion she began to journal as a way to work out the pain of the trauma she had suffered. Hope, now a grandmother, told the women in our community group that she no longer felt a need to keep her journals. As a symbol of the work God had done she decided to burn them. The way Hope talked about the pain she had suffered, the way God had walked beside her, the way he had redeemed and healed so much of her story was absolutely inspiring. As someone who has suffered trauma myself, I found great hope in her story and the symbol of fire. At the time of this story, I felt very broken and Hope’s story gave me hope that I would not always feel broken and that one day like her, I could experience the kind of faith that “laughs at the days to come” (Proverbs 31:25).

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