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apromisemade
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It’s a little difficult to type right now, as my hands are shaking so much, but I have to share this.
Some of you may recall a message I posted here a few months back. I wanted help in advising and supporting my fourteen year old friend who I met and have talked with online who was dealing with multiple self destructive behaviors, such as eating disorders and self mutilation. She was seeing a counselor but wasn’t getting much better…
…as, unbenownst to anyone but me and a few other members of an anonymous message board, she was living with a physically and sexually abusive father.
For months and months I have tried to support her. Listened to her talk about the stories she would make up exlpain the bruises on her arms, and of how she was scared she was going to get pregnant because her father made her “do it all.”
For months and months I have encouraged her to end the secrecy, to let someone know what was happening. As her problems were not going to get better until she could be somewhere safe. I have tried to get Child Protection Services to intervene, but been turned away because I didn’t have enough information (as I have only ever known her online).
For months and months I have listened to her talk about how much she wanted to tell, of the failed attempts to tell her counselor, of how she was scared to live in a foster home and be parted from her friends at school, how she felt like it was “her fault anyway” for letting him do it.
For months and months I have begged God on my knees, saying to him “Lord, if You grant me one wish in this life, give this child the strength to save herself from this man.”
For the last several weeks, I had messaged her a few times, but was getting a little worried because I hadn’t been hearing from her…
And this evening, just as I was getting out of the shower, I recieved this message from her…
“I’m in foster home.
I finally told.
I’m getting better.
Thank you so much for being here for me.”
Praise You Lord Jesus.
Some of you may recall a message I posted here a few months back. I wanted help in advising and supporting my fourteen year old friend who I met and have talked with online who was dealing with multiple self destructive behaviors, such as eating disorders and self mutilation. She was seeing a counselor but wasn’t getting much better…
…as, unbenownst to anyone but me and a few other members of an anonymous message board, she was living with a physically and sexually abusive father.
For months and months I have tried to support her. Listened to her talk about the stories she would make up exlpain the bruises on her arms, and of how she was scared she was going to get pregnant because her father made her “do it all.”
For months and months I have encouraged her to end the secrecy, to let someone know what was happening. As her problems were not going to get better until she could be somewhere safe. I have tried to get Child Protection Services to intervene, but been turned away because I didn’t have enough information (as I have only ever known her online).
For months and months I have listened to her talk about how much she wanted to tell, of the failed attempts to tell her counselor, of how she was scared to live in a foster home and be parted from her friends at school, how she felt like it was “her fault anyway” for letting him do it.
For months and months I have begged God on my knees, saying to him “Lord, if You grant me one wish in this life, give this child the strength to save herself from this man.”
For the last several weeks, I had messaged her a few times, but was getting a little worried because I hadn’t been hearing from her…
And this evening, just as I was getting out of the shower, I recieved this message from her…
“I’m in foster home.
I finally told.
I’m getting better.
Thank you so much for being here for me.”
Praise You Lord Jesus.
but praise God for answering the prayers!!! thank you for not giving up and praying for her. God bless you 