Eight years ago today my life was forever changed.
I walked into that Chicago office,
So desperate, so exhausted, so full of hope…
Scarlet carpets, polished brass, bone-white molding;
Whitewashed imagery of a promised sanctuary.
“He’s the one person that can save my family, the one person that can help.”
My heart yearned deeply for safety,
And I trusted this was a safe place.
Little did I know the nightmare I was in store for;
Ten long days of hopes and dreams shattered.
Paradise was now a prison;
The Promised Land now a desert.
The bright eyes and the ministry smiles,
They suddenly seemed so fake.
The people I once thought were full of joy,
Now held secrets behind the painted masks of perfectionism.
The place I sought hope was filled with a darkness,
My mind and body would never forget.
Eight years ago I went seeking for answers to life’s turmoil;
I found evil deception instead.
The “Great Oz” was merely a man behind the curtain;
Empty promises, intentional lies…
He sent me back to the hellish pit called ‘home’,
With a curse on his lips and a fresh branding of fear and lies burned onto my flesh.
I crawled into that dark pit, praying to die.
But then, Jesus.
After eight long years, I am no longer a prisoner;
Not to fear, not to shame, not to hate.
I am a free woman, redeemed through Love.
Broken, Beautiful, Redeemed, Enough
I have found my Safe Place, my Sanctuary;
I have found Grace.
I have found my voice;
May I never be silenced again.