I remember when I was going through some of the worst moments of my childhood...I had such an awareness of God. I remember, on more than one occassion, where I sensed something horrible was going to happen...and I was able to tell my sister...I was 8, she was 7, so I tried to prepare for it the best I could with my 8 year old abilities.
I would get this sensation in my gut...that I could not shake. I think through the horrible experiences, I always knew God was with me.
Fast forward, now, I am not so sure. I have taken an inventory of all that I have been through, and this last occurrence seems to be the one thing that will do me in.
I just don't have the ability to handle all that has come rushing to me from my past. I can't find anything stable to position myself on.
I am sure we all have had challenges when it comes to our belief in God. I always thought that was one thing that got me through. I was a child, so I didn't have dogma shoved down my throat. It was a sense that Someone was looking out for me, even in the worst of abuse.
Now, I think no one was looking out for me, just as no one is now. I am once again, dealing with this alone. People can be present, but truly, can they walk with you and BE THERE with what you are experiencing? I am not so sure.
I think it is interesting that certain pieces of ourselves change so much. I would have thought with everything I had gone through during childhood, that as I child I would not have believed that there was a God due to the nature of my life.
I think the issue of faith when it comes to abuse is interesting and how it affects how one views what they went through.
I would really love to hear your thoughts on this!
TAS