Having children whom have lived in traumatic experiences is a whole other ballgame.
Their lives, even though they are safe and cherished, become filtered by films and screens based upon survival, and twisted beliefs of what love really is. Manipulation and lies become tools to get what they believe they need and deserve.
With that comes slurs, and misrepresentations about us to those who they believe are able to meet their goals.
Sometimes I think their perceptions are really what they believe. It takes some hard knocks to help them to see where their views have become twisted.
God is so good to surround my heart when the trauma filled battles once again roll around. After so many years though, I am tired.
Faithfully, my Saviour nourishes me and protects me. He gives me wisdom to survive the moments as well as hope for the future. Not only my own future but that of my child’s also.
