As I struggle to get through the night with a decent amount of sleep, I am constantly reminded of the imprint that my perpetrators have left on my cell memory.
After years of therapy I realize that I am still scarred from my past victimizations and that I am in God's hands to do what He knows is best for me.
When I focus on the needs of others I am able to find rest again.
In my weakness, Christ is made strong in me; I am able to rejoice in my trials knowing that He is glorified in my innermost being.
God's grace is sufficient for me !