Growing up in the rural south I knew instantly the dogs that were abused. It was always the trembly half starved dog tied to a tree or a spike in the hot white North Carolina sand. If you went to touch him, to pet him he reacted with immediate fear. Always tucking his tail between his legs and cowering as he whimpered.
I identified heavily with those cur dogs, unwanted and maltreated. I knew I was "maltreated". I knew she lived to ruin me, to lead me astray. From my earliest memory, I knew that I was in trouble, trying to survive this cruel world with this b***as my "mother".
I did pretty well despite her treachery. I now know that "that" is one demon that will never repent. It is not possible, it would take too long.
Yea, I am scared and scuffed up, but I am healing. I know that if you are a human being on this earth you are going to experience some pain, some injury, some tragedy.
Remember, it is not what happens to you, it is what happens in you. If you don't have a mother or a father, GOD will send you another comforter.
"It is All in Divine Order!" "Apart from Christ you are nothing."
Be richly blessed.
Much Love, Peace and Happiness,
Rachel
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