•that I was abused in this way. Did I bring it on myself?
•that I could not stop what was happening.

•that I thought I loved him like a father.
•that I turned to him for counsel and instruction.
•that I trusted him.
As I travel the road from victim to survivor, this blog records the struggles I face dealing with memories of clergy abuse, and trying to move on... It has taken many years to get to this point, but I know there is still good life to live... And I hope in telling this story, we can be guided to a place of understanding... healing... and perhaps, even forgiveness.
Psalms 37:40—"And the LORD shall help them, and deliver them: he shall deliver them from the wicked, and save them, because they trust in him."
Oh, For the Wings of a Dove