I'm adamant about this: I want more than anything for my sisters to follow hard after Jesus. Because even when we can't diagnose our problems, God's Word can bring us healing and wholeness. It wasn't until I fell in love with Jesus through his Word that the chains of sin began dropping off me.
What do you mean by "chains of sin"?
I'm careful to stay general with the details, but I've been open about the fact I was victimized as a child.
The first time I can recall anything about my abuse, I was very young. My victimization wasn't constant, because my victimizer didn't have continual access to me. But it certainly was enough to mess me up at a time when I was figuring out who I was. I was pigeon-toed. I had buckteeth. I had the hairiest legs in the free world. My mother wouldn't let me shave them for the longest timeand fishnet tights were in! Even though I did well in school, I had the worst self-esteem imaginable.
Many wonderful things happened to me as a child. I was loved. I was raised in the church. But I'm not convinced there's enough good to offset the devastation of abuse.
So what led you to Jesus?
My Sunday-school teacher would hold up pictures of Jesus, and he looked so nice. I needed a hero, and Jesus seemed like one. I'd lie on the grass, stare up at the sky, and wonder what Jesus was like. Even as a child, I fell in love with him.1