I never read this particular blog. It hit a nerve. I wrote a poem called, ‘Timeless Endless Breath’ in 2006 about a child’s journey throughout a day. Then she had to go back home to abuse, the kind your author talked about and this blog is named.

She goes up and down the streets sobbing and screaming epithets to God. Her arms are scrubbed raw trying to wash away the prints of hands large and rough and cruel. She crosses a bridge at sunset and walks up the sidewalk toward home. She is not alone. She is with the Savior who weeps to hear her sobbing so.

I copy this little watercolor book for childhood sexual abuse counselors who use it in therapy for children, teenagers and adults. It helps.

After all I was 55 before the flashbacks started that I could actually express to a counselor and I sought the help I had so desperately needed all my life. I forgave the perpetrators. That was difficult, but oh so healing. Now my book helps girls and women.

Continued blessings and hope for the ones who feel hopeless.

Andrea

The little angels are minature flower pots, a doll head and felt. They’re really quick and simple to make. Turn the flower pot upside down and glue the doll head to the bottom of it. Draw a fax. The hair is felt w/ a ribbon tied around it.