For me, that epitomizes the nature of my childhood. There was nothing that could be done to me that was bad enough to overwhelm the love I felt from God. It didn’t really lessen the pain of things like having a lit cigarette touched to my arm or the shame of being forced to perform sexual acts. Those things were as painful and degrading as they would have been for anyone, but thinking of Jesus could soothe anything for me.
July 10th, 2013