Don’t you dare think that because you were hurt in the quiet you should ever stay quiet.
Don’t you dare think you’re alone.
Don’t you dare think that it’s your fault.
Don’t you dare.
And I won’t even pretend to know what it’s like to be a super star, but I do know what it’s like to be hurt by someone you thought you could trust and I know what it’s like to feel like you can’t tell anyone.
You feel like don’t you dare, and there rings that word you hate.
Your see your strong self splayed out, and the shame and the embarrassment and the self-doubt and the anger all splay out right next to the raw and naked redness that rises on your face and penetrates straight through your soul.
And you won’t ever look a man straight in the eye again all your days.
You’ll carry your hurt and you’ll carry your scars and when the scab heals…years, many years later…you’ll be strong in places where you once were weak, but there will always be a tender spot you hide from the world, and that spot on your heart and that bruise on your soul won’t ever be what it was before the hurting time.
Days and years of good love from a good and tender man will soften your spirit and soften the sting and then Oh! When the one with the stripes on His back one day shows you His scars, you’ll fall at His feet, tremble with fear, and you’ll tell Him the whole truth and you’ll give up your scars in the hopes He’ll just soothe them with His, but then He’ll say Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering, and your ashes will slowly…sweetly…become beauty, and He’ll work it all for a purpose like He did so long ago with that first prisoner, way back when He showed us how He works His good straight on through all the bad.
And then one day the scars will be as tough as you think they’re going to be and you’ll stand straight and you’ll stop feeling like a victim.
Because you’ve been given VICTORY.
So don’t you dare feel shamed to say it, – even if it’s just a whisper- don’t be afraid to say Me Too, because I need to hear it and your neighbor might need to hear it, and who cares if it’s trendy if it’s true?
At the end of the day we can clasp hands and comfort one another as we glance back briefly on the long path of evil that brought us to this victory.
It takes time.
But we’ll be reminded that we didn’t walk alone and we’ll strengthen one another for the battle to make it better for our daughters. For our sons.
We’ll be reminded that we were never really alone.
You don’t have to be quiet.
Tell your girls.
Tell our boys.
Raise strong daughters who are tender and raise tender sons who are strong,
and let us raise them all to do what is right, and to say what is right.
We can make it better.
For them. For us.
We can give Him our tears…our pain…our hurts.
You can be healed.
And me too.
The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me,
because the Lord has anointed me
to proclaim good news to the poor.
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
to proclaim freedom for the captives
and release from darkness for the prisoners,
to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor
and the day of vengeance of our God,
to comfort all who mourn,
and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the Lord
for the display of his splendor. ~Isaiah 61: 1-3
And nothing formed against me shall stand. You hold the whole world in your hands. I’m holding on to your promises…You are faithful. You are faithful.
I know who goes before me, I know who stands behind. The God of angel armies is always by my side.
The one who reigns forever, He is a friend of mine, the God of angel armies is always by my side.