This is a letter to every girl who was broken in the very place she should have been protected. To every girl who was handed religion like a weapon instead of a relationship like a gift. To the ones who stopped believing, not because of Jesus, but because of how He was misrepresented.
Dear Sweet Girl,
I see you. I see the years you spent silenced, the way the world seemed to shrink you smaller and smaller until you almost forgot you had a voice at all. And that "world"? It wasn't strangers. It wasn't outsiders.
It was the very people who were meant to protect you - your own family.
The ones who should have been your safest place instead bullied you into accepting abuse. They minimized you, twisted the truth, and trained you to believe you were always the problem when you were simply a child longing to be loved for who you were.
I see the way your heart was bruised - not just by the hands or words of others, but by the crushing betrayal of being told it was your fault. The lies they spoke - shame, guilt, and blame - took root where love should have been. And when you finally grew strong enough to speak the truth, you were met with gaslight instead of grace, silence instead of safety, rejection instead of the apology you deserved.
Year after year, even now, you still see it. Their words on display, their anger and frustration spilling out because they can no longer control you with false narratives. They deflect and spew out their version of the story.....one that protects their pride but pierces your heart.
They call it "freedom" from you, yet it looks like bitterness dressed in self-righteousness.
They claim release, but their passive, cryptic jabs and stabbing remarks prove otherwise. Again and again, they heap the weight of toxicity onto you.
Hear me now, my precious child, THAT was never Jesus!
The same name they misused - the name they weaponized - is the name that has been whispering over you all along: "I never blamed you. I never shamed you. I never walked away."
The real Jesus doesn't manipulate. He doesn't silence. He defends. He restores. He takes the broken pieces of our childhood - the laughter stolen, the innocence ripped away, the identity crushed - and He gently gives them back.... whole and beautiful in Him.
You are NOT their lies. You are NOT their anger. You are NOT their blame. You are chosen. You are loved. You are seen. And though family poisoned His name, they cannot erase who He really is. The REAL Jesus is the Restorer of what was stolen. He is not their version. He is better!
I know the ache of waiting for a genuine apology, one that has the whole heart behind it..... that never comes. I know the sting of watching people who harmed you use His name as a shield, even though they don't have a real relationship with Him themselves.
But I also know this: Jesus is NOTHING like them.
If you can dare to look past what they told you, you'll find that He has been waiting... not with chains, but with freedom....not with condemnation, but with love.
This is NOT the end of your story. This is the beginning of healing. And I will walk with road with you hand-in-hand!
All of my love,
Jill
If you are reading this and faith has been poisoned for you - please hear this truth:
People may have misused God's name, but that doesn't change who He is. Their actions for NOT define Him. Their abuse does NOT erase His love.
Jesus is not the one who wounded you, but He IS the one who wants to heal you.
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