Penelope Sue Randall
Abuse in its many disguises may start out subtly, and one may take it as a matter of course especially at an early age being totally depended upon their parents to love and care for them.
Hopefully, this book will open the eyes of those who have been abused and to realize they no longer have to be the victim; they can be the victor.
The quality of your success will depend upon your pursuance and determination to realize your full potential and your own self worth.
You are a person that deserves love and respect, and loving yourself and respecting yourself brings with it an unshakeable confidence in knowing you are no longer a prisoner of your past.
The author brings out her being raised in a dysfunctional home with alcoholic and abusive parents and its affect on her life and the lives of her brothers.
The techniques she used in applying her survival skills to come to a place of knowing there is a better way of living and living a more victorious life.
Applying the principles of her faith and how the Holy Spirit led her out of a powerful plot to severely harm her, she can only stand in awe at how God brought her out from under its clutches.
She isn’t willing to allow herself to be a victim of her circumstances, but to walk on with character and integrity.
It was an upheaval like none other. I could never remember my father telling me he loved me. He reached out to hug me. I felt like an object for him to express his guilt.
She instilled a fear beyond a fear within me.
In the meantime, I don't remember seeing my brother. He had to be somewhere, but where?
He did it again. I said, "Daddy, daddy, it hurts!"
Wow! That's was the wrong thing to say. That was all he needed. He yelled, "You get up those G.D. stairs, now! I told him. "I'm going!" I didn't move fast enough to suit him and he pushed and kept pushing till.................
I'd stay in my room a lot and read my Bible. I found great consolation in knowing Jesus loved me and His love would not fail me. I couldn't see Him with my physical eyes, but my heart was responsive to what I read. There was a peace within me for the first time in my life and it was going to be something that nobody could take away from me; ever.
Home life was so far from being normal. I couldn't understand why if other children had the same kind of life I had, why were they so happy and I wasn't? Why was my childhood taken from me? Who am I? What am I? I'm not understanding the "why's" in my life.
I had moved into my older brother's bedroom and once again, I didn't know where my brother was or even where he slept. There's a void here, and can never remember him eating at the table with us. Where is he?
Any man that would do that to a friend has very little integrity and a mother that would do that to her daughter doesn't deserve my respect.
I was feeling very lonely. As time went on, I realized just how selfish this man was. I was beginning to understand why his first wife left him.
My identity as a human being was gone. The only way I could communicate was with pen and paper.
I felt like he thought I was nothing but a work horse.
