It’s a common belief among survivors. “It was my fault” rings in their minds and penetrates their hearts.
“Then one day I noticed a child who was the age I was when it happened,” she said. “I observed the four year old and realized that four year olds don’t even know what sex is, let alone want to engage in it.”
This truth entered her mind. The ringing of the lie wasn’t so loud.
“Then one night I was praying to God about how ugly I felt. I’d prayed that same prayer often throughout my life. Then I heard the whisper. ‘It wasn’t your fault.’ I knew from that moment on, I wasn’t responsible.”
The truth permeated her heart.
The lie lost its power. The guilt lost its home. The shame lost its victory.
If you believe this lie, please don’t give up hope. Keep pondering the truth and telling God how you feel. And together we will pray that one day, you will hear His whisper.