Yesterday I shared my story on The Wartburg Watch. I am grateful to Deb and Dee for helping me find the courage to speak out and tell my story. Today, I am very discouraged. I guess I had the expectation that the telling of our story would be met with outrage. Battle cries. Compassion. A massive outpouring of support. The people at TWW have been amazing and supportive. Beyond that, the silence has been deafening.
I spent the last several months asking God what I was supposed to do with this experience. What was the purpose? Why did it happen? How can believers do this to other believers?
Is anyone listening? I am wondering where I go from here? Do I keep shouting it from the rooftops? Do place it on the altar?
Do I ask the hard questions of the people who have harmed me? Do I even bother when I know that doing so is risking further abuse? Am I willing to risk them diverging private information about my husband and myself? Did they do so already? Is it really possible to maintain the one friendship I still have, when I cannot be myself and express my pain?
Will others share their stories? Is the pain so deep and the fear so great that they can’t?
How can I best glorify God in this situation?