Wives, in the same way be submissive to your husbands so that, if any of them do not believe the word, they may be won over without words by the behavior of their wives, when they see the purity and reverence of your lives. Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight.
"Fair go Lord - when it is it going to be MY turn? Why are you always on Bob's side? Why don't I mean anything at all to you? Why do I have to be the one always in the wrong, the one always having to say sorry? Why is it all right with you that this man continues to degrade and humiliate me. It's just not fair! When will it be my turn to get some justice?"
I sobbed and sobbed. Obviously I didn't yet have "the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight"!
And nothing seemed to change - either in Bob, or in me. And so the bitterness within me grew. And there were certain hymns I refused to singThis doctor's compassionate advice? "Have a cup of tea before you go to bed." Hadn't he listened to a word I'd said? Oh – if it were only that simple! If only a cup of tea could ease the pain in my soul, the despair that was rapidly becoming my companion, the hopelessness that threatened to engulf me after years of being treated as a non-person, without rights or needs of my own!
I had been emotionally rejected by my parents. Now I was being emotionally rejected by my husband! Not only that - the man who had promised to "love, honor and cherish" me, ('cherish'? Huh!!! I don't think he knew the meaning of the word!), was the actual cause of my deepest distress and degradation! And a cup of tea was supposed to fix THAT? And what hurt even more was that for YEARS I had prayed to find a CHRISTIAN doctor; someone who would understand my dilemma (or so I fondly thought!)
This particular disappointment highlighted why I didn't like "feel-good" songs such as: Bloom where you're planted. My trouble was, God hadn't planted me where I was - so how could I ever bloom? So I never felt that I could really rely on God to come through for me. Not only that, I felt that nothing I did could ever please Him, because I could not undo the mistake I'd made in the first place, marrying outside of the will of God. So, no matter how hard I tried, I felt I had no way of getting close to God.
When I think about how my life has changed of enhancer jewelry since the rape and how unique rape of tin cup rope pearls is I feel more alone and isolated than ever before. Because I'm different now. Because someone raped me. My body was violated of freshwater pearl and turquois. So if you can't bring yourself to imagining what if it were you - at least imagine how difficult it is for survivors. We don't need to dwell on details of the attacked by pendant enhancers. It is truly unimaginable. I understand why people can't imagine themselves in my shoes and why it's difficult for many people to experience empathy. So let's skip that part and fast forward to what it's like for me now. Don't look at what was done to me, look at what was taken from me.
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