Abuse and women have gone hand in hand from the beginning of recorded history. Darkness Overturned is a heart-stopping story about a young woman in modern times struggling to break free of verbal, emotional and physical abuse and the resulting ravages on her inner being. A spiritual odyssey, it is a story about kidnapping, murder, and too many marriages. Made startlingly poignant with raw self-honesty coupled with persistent courage and child-like faith in God, it is a must read for women who have survived abuse and are in the process of healing from it, or anyone who cares about or has someone in their life who is struggling to overcome personal trauma. Darkness Overturned is a hope-filled book that will challenge and inspire the reader.
Running. So much of my life I’ve spent running. Not always away from, but often to ―only to discover, in Alice-in-Wonderland fashion, a mirrored distortion of life, where direction seems reversed, absurd, and horrifying. Spiraling up, maybe down, I lost my bearings and cried again and again to the God who is neither up nor down, but everywhere.
I’m sure He often drew close enough to me that His breath warmed my shivering soul. Perhaps He even caught me up in His great arms of love, but I could not tell. Thus, as I cried out to God, so called He unto me, until He could at last be heard by me. And then I found Him, “Abba, my Father.”
Every day was my heartache bitter. I was exhausted with groaning. I thought, If only I knew how to find God! I’d run to Him ―tell Him everything: how unfair, how confusing this world is to me. My mouth would be full of arguments: I didn’t choose this! And when He answered me, I would understand, at last.
Would He condemn me because of my weakness and ignorance? No! He would put strength in me, because He knew my dispute was not really with Him, but with the wrong that I could not comprehend.
Yet my experience was this: Behold, I ran forward toward God, but He was not there. (Was it forward?) Then I turned and ran backward, but still could not perceive Him. With panic, I looked to my left (where I knew He worked), but could not see Him. It seemed as though He even hid Himself on my right, so that I could not catch a glimpse of Him.
But, in fact, He always knew exactly which way I was going ―how bewildered I was, how foolish ―and when He was finally able to penetrate my darkened mind, He brought me forth as gold tried in the fire.
I am intrigued. The concepts here are alive and well in someone that I love who has experienced the horror you mention. I am passing along this link to her. Hope this helps to initiate further discussion that stimulates healing. Thanks. Starman