I can only thank God every single day for the new ears that can hear and new eyes that can see.
Oh I pray for my friends and family that do-not. My own family denies, or at best, finds it hard to believe, that I was raped by Dad. My brother - the only one of three that has ever spoken to me about it at all - his first words and reaction:

"It is hard to believe Dad was clever enough to hide that."

Yep.

I am not a victim, I am not sad about this for me (anymore) - I share it because people do not believe the people who go through it.

I invite my dearest friend and brother to go through ONE WEEK... even one full day!.... specifically looking through a lens of GOOD versus EVIL. 
OF satan and Jesus.

EVERY DECISION. EVERY WORD. EVERY INTERACTION.

When you say you pray for them often people think it is condescending -  when in fact - THAT is what is empowering and loving and selfless and giving.

JUST LIKE "not my guy" JESUS, may I forever be more like Him.

I am weeping today: in gratitude for my own salvation by grace, and for my friends I ache for.