Several insiders have told this story of a gang r*pe inside a row of stalls when I was a teenager. I don't really remember it myself, but I do know that one of the men abused me at other times, and I was terribly afraid of the other ones.
We escaped to the beach where we could be safe.
Now I know that Jesus was there weeping, and that He protected my mind until I was ready and able to deal with this.
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6 years ago
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Listening...and offering hugs. It is a hard thing to deal with, but I know you will get through it. Now is the time.
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