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My momma came from a softer generation, where you get a grip and bite your lip just to save a little face.~~Momma’s Broken Heart, Miranda Lambert
For my entire life I hid. What I hid was a terrible truth. As a child I hid my parents’ abuse, as an adult I hid my husband’s abuse. I did so, because, sadly, the church told me to. I was told I was in sin if I didn’t lie about my parents because to tell the truth about their abuse was to dishonor them. And dishonoring your parents is worse than abuse. I was told it was a sin if I didn’t lie about my husband’s abuse because the truth about his abuse (and addiction/adultery) would show that I was disrespectful and not submissive to him. And to “usurp his authority” is worse than abuse.
Funny thing happened when I started telling the truth, though, people started to open up to me. At first it was overwhelming, all the women, inside and out the church, abused and treated with contempt by their husbands. Then it became empowering, because I realized that as I spoke the truth, more women could be set free from this misery that nearly drove me to end my own life.
When we hide we are alone, we are despondent. When we come out of hiding, when we share the truth, people welcome us, the right people welcome us. When we hide, quite honestly God is not glorified. When we come out of hiding, His Truth goes out and we will see amazing things happen.