Does emotional abuse leave bruises or marks on a body? What does it look like?
Yes, it does. But they are hidden and are MARKS upon our soul and our heart. And it takes time to heal if one wants to be healed.
And I did. Do YOU?
Does emotional abuse leave bruises or marks on a body? What does it look like?
I hated his actions. Why did he not listen? We were married. Traveling and sleeping in the same room with her and not married screamed boundary violation. It was like the man stabbed me deep in my heart with a five-inch knife blade. I wrenched, bled in betrayal. I escaped and screamed outside in the dark, and collapsed on the lawn.
One weapon that can be used is being ignored. This was the number one weapon used on me. So you are not acknowledged or called by name or given any emotional support or listened to.
It shredded my heart and over two decades of time. The agony of being ignored, again, ricocheted through my body.
I needed help. But, who and where God?
Another weapon used on me was being criticized over and over by a man who vowed to cherish me.
The chronic abuse of being deceived, manipulated, criticized, and controlled was taking its toll. I didn’t know how much longer I could live in this pretense. The pit of hopelessness was beckoning me to bow. I needed to act.
Where do you turn when life catches up with you?
Before the foundation of the world, Jesus knew our days. He hardwired you and me with the exact raw talents to endure our life stories. One of my talents is discipline.
So the next morning after the stabbing of my heart, I did what I normally do, met Jesus on the pages of my Bible.
Trust in Him at all times, O people; Pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us. I needed to do this…
Enable me, Lord, to shift— from storing hatred in my heart to pour out my heart before You. . . .
Pour out your heart before Him (Psalm 62:8b NASB).
Tears plopped and I tipped and poured my heart out to God in prayer. Next, I got up and jumped on my treadmill.
As I clicked off the miles I knew hatred wanted to replace the knife that was still lodged in my heart. Yet, I knew if I allowed the hatred in, I would be worse off. I chose to act. I spit out the hatred on the basement tile. Again, I spit. The hatred from his actions was not going to defeat me and fashion me into a bitter woman. I chose to pour out my heart before Him.
Will you? Do you pour your heart out to Him?
Enable me, Lord, to shift— from storing hatred in to pour out my heart before You. . . . Pour out your heart before Him (Psalm 62:8b NASB).What do you need to pour out to Him?
This is just one little story of my larger story. I know emotional abuse like the back of my hand and better yet, I know the way to freedom. When you work with me, you too will know freedoms way and your life purpose. From abuse to victory!
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