Violation: It Places You in Danger (“‘Just’ Violated?”)
“You dismiss the day of calamity and bring near a reign of violence.”
Amos 6:3
Violation places us in danger; that cannot be overstated.
However, if a certain violation is dismissed or downplayed in its seriousness, additional harm can occur. Not only physical danger and harm, but also the emotional, mental, and spiritual danger of having our beings so casually placed at risk.
That’s harm. That’s mistreatment. That’s violation.
And that IS NOT of The Most High, our Loving Heavenly Father and Creatror.
He loves and protects.
Perhaps, you have seen or experienced no evidence of that in your life.
But you ARE still here… for a reason and a purpose.
And He loves you so much, there is angelic detail assigned to your life AND That individual and value purpose He has given to you!
Check out Psalm 91 for ITS protective reassurance!
You did NOT deserve what happened to you, especially if your life was placed at risk.
You are worthy of not just love, but of being safe within your life.
(“‘Just’ Violated?” Book Excerpt):
…The Three- Wheeler.
Excited about buying an ATV three-wheeler, when he brought it home, my dad was eager for me to ride it in the backyard. I was nine at the time, too young and too small for this overwhelming beast of a machine.
Add to that, no one taught me how the vehicle worked. No one taught me to work the various buttons, gears, and levers. My dad did not tell me that if you press down on the handlebars all the way, you would fly through time and space.
So, I hopped on the vehicle and guess what I did?
I probably blasted through my backyard at 100 miles an hour, narrowly missing trees, my swing set and eventually, mercifully, making a sharp left turn into our lilac grove.
Startled?
That doesn’t begin to describe my state of mind. My dad ran to the grove and lifted the ATV off me. I ran into the house, shaking, Adrenalized, and upset with him for allowing this situation to go down like this.
Miraculously, I had no broken bones. Mom did a quick check on me once I was in the house. My only (visible) wound was a muffler burn, resembling a barbecued rib, on my leg. But, other than that, physically, I was okay.
But emotionally? In shock, coursing with Adrenalin for hours, I could not stop shaking. The shaking persisted into the night; I did not sleep.
Eventually, after several months, he sold the ATV and stopped joking about the incident. He had moved on.
But I hadn’t moved on. I was still traumatized, fearful, and in dire need of security.
What They Taught; What We Learned…
I felt betrayed.
Again, my dad was amused by my pain; again, he laughed at my fear…
What was it that I was born into? What was it that I endured?
What WAS I “a product of?”
Rape? Abuse? Violence?
(“Just”) Violation?
