Corridors Of Innocence Aborted

When life deals you heartache, treachery, and brokenness all at once and at the hands of a loved one. There has to be some tough anecdotes, where the wounded person has to give themselves permission to bounce back. Don’t just stay in a wounded fetal position; comeback better and stronger.

There was this one little girl named Jasmine, who was inconspicuously quiet. Especially when it came to going to her mother’s old house. Many never knew her to be vocal. In fact, no matter how many times the little girl walks over the threshold, there is a day luge of memories. Ironically, coupled with those memories, there is always a stench. The strangest thing of all, is that the details were quite foggy. She had forgotten the reason for the stench. As she had buried the saga that happened years and years ago. Jasmine could not remember the details as to what happened. Because of the harm taking place at the hands of a loved one. She had buried it in the recesses of her mind.

Time had evolved as she had forgotten the horrific travesty done to her. She could only recall bits and pieces, of the harm that occurred. She began to break out in hives at the age of nineteen, never knowing why. The times she broke out in hives only occurred as she encountered certain men. Breaking out in hives was likened to her own inner alarm warning her of danger. She still didn’t connect the dots as to why she broke out in hives.

Until one day, her distant cousin took her to the Emergency Room to get treated for her eyes. They were burning, as she had scratched her right cornea. It was on that day she experienced breaking out in hives. He took her home and began to touch her inner thighs. Jasmine felt extremely uncomfortable, so she jumped up and asked her cousin, “would you please take me home”? Johnny said, “sure I’ll take you home.” Once she arrived home, she made things up in her mind to explain away his actions. She would not see her distant cousin again. These same tactics occurred seemingly around men, she presumed she could trust. One thing she began to understand was to follow her inner detector and that was the Holy Spirit.

One night she was in her mother’s old house with no furnishings. Jasmine tried accessing her old room, but the door was locked. On the other side of the locked door was a room filled with heinous memories. So they kicked the door open to gain access to her old room. It was empty of furniture but the memories and stench remained. The rotten smell was so pungent it jolted her memory. Instantly, bits and pieces of the horrible times, where she was shamed and molested as a little girl, began to flash in her mind.

Jasmine had suppressed the wounds of shame and harm done to her by her father. She didn’t have a vivid picture of what had happened to her. She could clearly see the face of her father. As the details began to swirl back, little by little she never said anything to anyone. Each time she entered the room, Jasmine could close her eyes and see fragments of the horrible moments in time. One day she saw her father and she couldn’t seem to look him in the face. Besides, who would believe her anyway, was her thought.

Fast-forward to the time when she was twenty-one years old, her Big Father (the Lord) told her to forgive her little father (Brad). Big Father instructed her to forgive her father and mother and accept them where they are. She felt that was a tall order that didn’t seem plausible. She knew she needed to forgive but she needed her Big Father’s help, to truly forgive. She also knew at 21 years old, this act of forgiveness had to happen face to face. One day she saw her little father out and about. She told her father, “Daddy, can we talk? “He said, sure baby.” Jasmine never divulged what she had started to remember. She also had a hunch her little father would not admit to the heinous acts he had performed on her as a little child. She said, “Daddy, I forgive you”. She also apologized for being a disobedient little girl. He said, "you weren’t a bad little girl." She knew she had done what her big father wanted. After she forgave her little father and apologized, their father and daughter relationship was never the same.

What Jasmine didn’t know, her forgiveness now, was a prerequisite to forgiveness down the line when she would be married and have children. Jasmine didn’t know she would have to forgive big as she had done of her father and mother. There are times big Father, who is God prepared His children for the task at hand. Long before we ever arrive at the point and time. He always prepares the way. Jasmine’s posture to forgive her little father, set the tone for her to be forgiven, healed, and set free. She also enveloped peace, granting her a solace she had never known.