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		<title>Guest Post: Ugly</title>
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	&#160; Ugly. Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had&#8230;]]></description>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jotter-journal.tumblr.com/image/19738385573"><img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1at1v12Ru1rrs6fio1_500.jpg" alt="&lt;/p&gt;<br />
&lt;p&gt;Ugly.&lt;/p&gt;<br />
&lt;p&gt;Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear – Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.&lt;br /&gt;<br />
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<div>Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat.Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.</p>
<p>To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.</p>
<p>Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”</p>
<p>All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.</p>
<p>Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.</p>
<p>One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.</p>
<p>Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.</p>
<p>Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear – Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.</p>
<p>At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.</p>
<p>Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.</p>
<p>Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.</p>
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<div><strong>Karen&#8217;s comment: This one brought tears to my eyes. So many people are also shunned like Ugly. I know, I was one of them. Sometimes humans can be so cruel to one another and miss out on the opportunity to be loved in a way they never could be otherwise. I am posting this to remind everyone out there this holiday season to consider those in your lives that you may consider &#8220;ugly.&#8221;</strong></div>
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		<title>Guest Post: Twas 11 Days Before Christmas&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 18 Dec 2012 22:11:53 +0000</pubDate>
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	Twas&#8217; 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38 when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven&#8217;s gate. Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air. They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there. They were filled with such joy; they didn&#8217;t know what to&#8230;]]></description>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Twas&#8217; 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38 when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven&#8217;s gate. Their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air. They could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there. They were filled with such joy; they didn&#8217;t know what to say. They remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day. “where are we?&#8221; asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse. “This is heaven&#8221; declared a small boy. &#8220;We’re spending Christmas at God&#8217;s house”. When what to their wondering eyes did appear, but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near. He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same. Then He opened His arms and He called them by name. And in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring those children all flew into the arms of their King and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace, one small girl turned and looked at Jesus&#8217; face. And as if He could read all the questions she had He gently whispered to her, &#8220;I&#8217;ll take care of mom and dad. “then He looked down on earth, the world far below He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe, then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand, “Let My power and presence re-enter this land! “May this country be delivered from the hands of fools” “I’m taking back my nation. I&#8217;m taking back my schools! “Then He and the children stood up without a sound. “Come now my children let me show you around. “Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran. All displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can. And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight, “in the midst of this darkness,” I AM STILL THE LIGHT.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Healing in The Hurting Places Book Review (Published in News Blaze)</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2012 02:40:51 +0000</pubDate>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Jerry Sandusky trial stunned more than just those on Penn State&#8217;s campus. It stunned the nation. When the case closed and justice was handed down, the victims were the ones left to pick up the pieces.</p>
<p>Karen F. Riley knows their plight. While the young men from the trial will encounter a myriad of psychologists, gurus, &amp; such, Karen has found the solution for healing- faith. Relying on her faith in Christ has allowed her to persevere.</p>
<p>Family members and others who wish to help abuse victims often find themselves blank on the words to say. Karen offers practical suggestions on these very important dos &amp; don&#8217;ts. Her message is full of hope and victory. She has learned a great deal about herself and being an overcomer. It is easy to slip into PTSS after such trauma. But, to hear encouragement from someone who has overcome such trauma is certainly an inspiration.</p>
<p>While it is definitely personal and transparently honest, it spares us scenes of a graphic nature. Abuse is an uncomfortable topic. Adding needless description makes it more so. Gracefully, she spares us from this. How brave she is to pen this story!</p>
<p>She&#8217;s done a marvelous job articulating exactly what she intended to. Serving as added inspiration is her dedication to her faith. She makes no other claims for her spiritual answers. She credits God completely for her renewal. From a self-deprecating victim to a tall-standing survivor, her story is told step by painful step.</p>
<p>There&#8217;s no doubt that victims&#8217; lives will be changed through her story. Families are provided with answers as she gives tell-tale signs to be aware of. This may prove to be a valuable asset to someone, somewhere.</p>
<p>Such an honest and brave book deserves 5 of 5 stars and applause for Karen F. Riley.</p>
<p>Bible verses &amp; references are from the NIV version from <a href="http://www.zondervan.com/" target="_new">www.zondervan.com</a>. More info on Karen &amp; her writing can be found via www.destinyimage.com the publisher. I was provided with 1 eBook to write the review without any other compensation. As always, my opinions are my own.</p>
<p><a href="http://newsblaze.com/writer/lizt.html"><img src="http://static.newsblaze.com/images/writer/lizt50.jpg" alt="" /></a><em>Liz Terek is a book reviewer, housewife and homeschooling Mom of 3 sons. She lives in a very rural area and is actively involved in the local church and in community needs projects. Contact Liz through NewsBlaze.</em></p>
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<p>9/16 &#8211; Liz &#8211; http://devotedmommyof3.blogspot.com &#8211; review<br />
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9/18 &#8211; Phaedra &#8211; http://indentitydiscovery.net &#8211; book preview/feature<br />
9/19 &#8211; Roxanna &#8211; http://roxannajolly.com &#8211; review<br />
9/20 &#8211; Jenn &#8211; http://momzunas.blogspot.com &#8211; bookpreview/feature/giveaway<br />
9/21 &#8211; Sam &#8211; http://marchtomadnezz.weebly.com &#8211; review/giveaway<br />
9/22 &#8211; NewsBlaze &#8211; http://NewsBlaze.com &#8211; review<br />
9/23 &#8211; Amanda &#8211; http://www.ramblingsofafrugalmotheroffour.com/ &#8211; review/giveaway/interview<br />
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9/26 &#8211; Dani Sue &#8211; http://danisuedreams.blogspot.com &#8211; interview/giveaway<br />
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9/28 &#8211; Sonya &#8211; http://pargasjunkyard.com &#8211; review/giveaway<br />
9/29 &#8211; Ashley &#8211; http://forgetfulmomma.com/ &#8211; interview<br />
9/30 &#8211; Asha &#8211; http://ashabutterflys.blogspot.com &#8211; review/giveaway<br />
10/1 &#8211; Leah &#8211; http://savygreensaver.com/ &#8211; interview<br />
10/2 &#8211; Courtney &#8211; http://optimisticmommy.com/ &#8211; review/ preview feature/giveaway<br />
10/3 &#8211; Emma &#8211; http://mommyandwelikeit.com/ &#8211; review/giveaway<br />
10/4 &#8211; Carole &#8211; http://www.caroleraesramblings.com/ &#8211; review<br />
10/5 &#8211; Melissa &#8211; http://www.thenovicechristian.com/ &#8211; review<br />
10/6 &#8211; Jacinta &#8211; http://jacintaz3.blogspot.co.uk/ &#8211; review<br />
10/7 &#8211; Kechell &#8211; http://kechell-j.blogspot.com &#8211; review<br />
10/8 &#8211; Debbie &#8211; http://www.debbie-jean.com/ &#8211; review/preview/feature/giveaway<br />
10/9 &#8211; Susan &#8211; http://coziecorner.blogspot.com &#8211; review/giveaway<br />
10/10 &#8211; Simone &#8211; http://inspirationsbysimone.blogspot.com &#8211; review<br />
10/11 &#8211; Jen &#8211; http://www.craftylife.net/ &#8211; review/giveaway<br />
10/12 &#8211; Rachel &#8211; http://StressedRach.co.uk -review/giveaway</p>
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	Today, I present to you a blog I came across that I&#8217;m happy to share with you. I&#8217;ll admit, the title first hooked me. Then David continued to draw me in as he took me on his adventure. Isn&#8217;t that what God wants to do&#8230;]]></description>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Today, I present to you a blog I came across that I&#8217;m happy to share with you. I&#8217;ll admit, the title first hooked me. Then David continued to draw me in as he took me on his adventure. Isn&#8217;t that what God wants to do with us?</p>
<h2>Peeing In The House Of God</h2>
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<p><strong>Needing Attention</strong><br />
My wife and I have a 7 ½ year-old male Pekingese named Milo who thinks it’s his job to protect the house. He also thinks it’s his job to mark his territory in our house. We have tried many ways to train him but nothing seems to work. The other day, our patience wore out. He looked up at my wife, turned around, walked a little ways then peed on our ottoman. After that, he looked back up at my wife with a guilty look on his face.</p>
<p>Why did he do that? Or, I should ask, why does he do that? Is it for attention? Can he just not help himself? Well, we were fed up with him so we decided it was time for him to go.</p>
<p><strong>Time To Go</strong><br />
We searched around the area where we live to find a good no-kill shelter we can take him too. Unfortunately, all of them were full and had a waiting list two months long. Finally, we found a place almost an hour away that was willing to take him in. We took the trip on a Friday morning and dropped him off.</p>
<p>It was hard for us because we had him for over seven years. We still loved him but were tired of his bad behavior. We were tired of cleaning up after him. We were tired of living in a dirty house.</p>
<p><strong>Lessons Learned</strong><br />
That night, before going to bed, we prayed as we usually do and God revealed something powerful to us. We pee in His house all the time. We look at Him one minute, then we decide to take our eyes off Jesus. We turn our backs on God and sin against Him. Knowing we did wrong, we look back upon our Savior with guilty eyes asking for forgiveness again. Why do we do it? Who knows; but I do know one thing, we live in a fallen world and so does our dog.</p>
<p>God is patient and forever loving toward us no matter how many times we sin against Him. He still takes us back and tells us to sin no more. We are to model this type of love God gives us with others. It was at that moment we realized we must go back to the shelter and get Milo.</p>
<p>We must love all of God’s creation the same way He loves us. Whether it is having patience with a dog who marks his territory or having forgiveness toward another human, we must always look at God’s example first. What would Jesus do? Rebuke us, forgive us and teach us the proper way to live and love. Think about this today as you interact with others. Will you love them the way God loves you?</p>
<p>You can read more of David Wolstenhol<wbr>m&#8217;s work at <a href="http://thecarpentersministry.wordpress.com/" rel="me nofollow" target="_blank" data-bitly-type="bitly_hover_card">http://thecarpentersministry.wordpress.com</a> or follow him on Twitter @PassaDave .<br />
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		<title>He Holds Your Hand</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2012 23:47:00 +0000</pubDate>
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	No matter what you are going through in life, you are not going through it alone, even though it may seem like it. I can assure that our Heavenly Father is right alongside every step of the way. You may be familiar with the poem&#8230;]]></description>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>No matter what you are going through in life, you are not going through it alone, even though it may seem like it. I can assure that our Heavenly Father is right alongside every step of the way. You may be familiar with the poem or framed verses that talk about the single and double sets of footprints in the sand. Where there is only one set of footprints, it has been said that this is where God carried you.</p>
<p>While that is a very comforting thought and it may be the case, I like to think of God more as walking alongside of us. Deuteronomy 31:6 assures us: <em>&#8220;Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”</em></p>
<p>Yet, there are many times that we feel we cannot &#8220;hear&#8221; God or that we have been abandoned. This is true no matter how long you have walked with the Lord. Yet, I have come to find in these desert times, that the Lord is often using our perceived silence or distance to draw us closer. A common church sign says, &#8220;If God seems far away, who moved?&#8221;</p>
<p>We can all get too busy with life to take the time to slow down and just silently wait on the Lord. We live in such an instant gratification world that we can have the tendency to put a time clock on our prayer requests.</p>
<p>When we do this, not only are we missing out on the blessings that the Lord has for us, but we are also risking not seeing what He is doing in and through the silence. That quiet time may not only be to draw us closer, but to show us how to minister to another or force us to slow down to see someone in need that we may have missed otherwise.</p>
<p>As hard as it is, learn to cherish those quiet times. It will do your soul good and may just save anothers.</p>
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		<title>Another Person&#8217;s Shoes</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2012 03:15:56 +0000</pubDate>
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	When I was eight, my best friend at the time horribly disappointed me by unexpectedly being unable to attend my party. I was devastated &#8211; that she couldn&#8217;t come , and that as my best friend, she would do this to me. She gave me&#8230;]]></description>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was eight, my best friend at the time horribly disappointed me by unexpectedly being unable to attend my party. I was devastated &#8211; that she couldn&#8217;t come , and that as my best friend, she would do this to me. She gave me instead a small box containing a broken pendant.</p>
<p>It wasn&#8217;t until years later that I learned that the reason she was unable to come was because her family was too poor to give her money to buy me a gift and so her mother was too ashamed to allow her to come empty-handed. The pendant she gave me? It was the only thing of value in her life at the time &#8211; and yet, she gave it to me. Just like the widow in the Bible giving up her last two mites, she gave me the one thing she treasured.</p>
<p>I could say that one person&#8217;s junk is another&#8217;s treasure, but it is more than that. The lessons I learned that day from her unselfish gift have lasted me a lifetime. So often, when I am quick to judge another&#8217;s actions, the Lord tugs on my heart and reminds me that I have not walked in their shoes. I don&#8217;t know what is going on in their lives at this moment that may have caused their actions.</p>
<p>I was reminded of this lesson this evening. Someone had promised to help me and then failed to do so. My initial reaction was to seethe with anger, because the reason I had asked for their help with one thing, is because I was helping them with another. All sorts of ugly feelings surfaced &#8211; from anger to pride.</p>
<p>Was it fair that I was tired and yet still doing my part of the bargain, while they reneged on theirs? Maybe I wouldn&#8217;t be this tired and stressed out had I not been helping them to begin with. Then arrogant entitlement crept in, also known as pride: <em>So it&#8217;s okay for me to give up my evening doing what we agreed to while you are off doing what, besides forgetting our agreement &#8211; having fun? Resting?</em></p>
<p>Fortunately, my thoughts didn&#8217;t get too far out the gate. The Lord silenced me before I could open my big mouth and put my foot in it. Instead of responding in anger, the Lord held my tongue. As I fought to let go of my resentment, He rewarded me by reminding me of the story of my friend and her pendant. I chose to forgive and not judge; I chose to bless them rather than curse them.</p>
<p>I&#8217;m not saying it was easy. But what made it easier is reminding myself that my role each day was to honor Him &#8211; and Him alone. We don&#8217;t always know the reasons why things happen the way they do. It is not ours to question. We are not the ones in control, as much as we&#8217;d like to be.</p>
<p>Seconds after handing the reins back to God and resigning my negative feelings and allowing His grace to wash over my heart in its place, I learned that there had been a medical emergency that prevented the other person from fulfilling their part of the bargain.</p>
<p>I silently praised God that I didn&#8217;t have to eat my words because I ultimately yielded to Him. We have free will &#8211; we either do things His way &#8211; or we do them <em>His way</em> &#8211; a wise pastor once told me. It&#8217;s up to us whether we want to take the easy route or the hard way. <em>&#8220;For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”</em></p>
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		<title>Insecurity</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2011 20:43:16 +0000</pubDate>
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	Insecurity is very commonplace among childhood sexual abuse survivors. Violation brings a sense of mistrust and leaves its victims in a hypervigilant state, fearing others who may harm them. Like many other behaviors, its roots were to protect the victim, but as they become adults,&#8230;]]></description>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Insecurity is very commonplace among childhood sexual abuse survivors. Violation brings a sense of mistrust and leaves its victims in a hypervigilant state, fearing others who may harm them. Like many other behaviors, its roots were to protect the victim, but as they become adults, these behaviors do not serve them well.</p>
<p>Such is the case with insecurity. Point blank, being violated says that someone else used you for their own pleasure and gratification or to have dominance and power over you, so it makes sense that you would feel worthless as a result. Clearly that act sent strong signals to your young mind that you had less of a value. Â The scars of that carry through adulthood and send out red flags to those around you. Most victims believe that they are &#8220;blending into the woodwork&#8221; and appearing almost invisible, yet their behavior screams loudly to those around them.</p>
<p>Trying to be like others, whether it is becoming promiscuous to get others to &#8220;love&#8221; you, developing eating disorders to attain the &#8220;perfect body&#8221; or trying so desperately to be liked just to have &#8220;friends&#8221; is really self-defeating because what you&#8217;re accomplishing or attempting to isn&#8217;t real. When you and others discover that, you will be left feeling more alone and empty inside.</p>
<p>The only cure is to realize that nothing in the world will ever fill that empty hole up inside of you because God is the only One who can. His unconditional love and undeserved grace is the only salve that can balm those aching wounds. People, even with the best intentions, will only let you down because they are human and imperfect. The air-brushed models that grace the covers of the supermarket tabloids don&#8217;t exist, either. You were made for something so much bigger and Jesus offered these stern words for those who would hurt a child: &#8220;â€œWhoever causes one of these little ones who believe in Me to sin, it would be better for him if a millstone were hung around his neck, and he were drowned in the depth of the sea.&#8221; (Matt. 18:6)</p>
<p>When we devalue ourselves, we are sinning even though it may not seem like it. Insecurity is just a false sense of pride, because we are calling attention to ourselves &#8211; &#8220;Look at me and what the world has done to me. I am a victim. Pity me.&#8221; We might feel like that is what we are saying, but we are, nonetheless. There is an old saying, &#8220;You cannot be a doormat unless you lie down.&#8221;</p>
<p>You are a beautiful child of God. He chose you before the foundations of the earth and loved you enough to allow His only Son to die for you, a horrible death on the cross, so that you may have eternal life. Don&#8217;t worry about what others think or say; there is only One opinion that matters!</p>
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		<title>Listen to the Radio Interview</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Mar 2011 02:11:23 +0000</pubDate>
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	On Monday, February 14th, the Bridge Christian Radio Station aired an interview on Healing in the Hurting Places &#8211; the book and the ministry &#8211; during their half hour show called &#8220;Conversations.&#8221; Patti Gates conducted the interview with Karen Riley, in which she shared how&#8230;]]></description>
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				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>On Monday, February 14th, the Bridge Christian Radio Station aired an interview on Healing in the Hurting Places &#8211; the book and the ministry &#8211; during their half hour show called &#8220;Conversations.&#8221; Patti Gates conducted the interview with Karen Riley, in which she shared how she came to write the book, why this ministry is so important to her and the resources available on the website.</p>
<p>If you missed the interview, you can listen to it by visiting this page:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.bridgefm.org/eventsinterviews.asp#" target="_blank">http://www.bridgefm.org/eventsinterviews.asp#</a></p>
<p>and clicking on the interview listed under &#8220;Riley&#8221; (in alphabetical order).</p>
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