If it weren't for my HOPE...I would have killed myself as a child. Yes, really. Hope is a wonderful gift for us. Hope and resiliency. We get knocked down, and we get up again. Fight a new day. Rest when we need to rest. Hope is our saving grace For me, I was taught about Jesus as a child. But I wonder if it was all of that indoctrination that did it...or the fact that in my one memory of being raped by my father, I saw Jesus holding my fractured self. The part of my almost three year old being that fractured from my soul was being held by this energy I know as Jesus. He held my face to his chest and cried as he watched the atrocity on the bed in front of him. From that point on, Jesus was th

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