Invite us. We’ll come.

I went to church for years, being abused at home and desperately searching for something that made sense, that would help me understand what was happening and give me enough courage to stand up and change my circumstances. I am responsible for my actions and I know pride kept me from saying anything publicly, but it was also the fact that my church never said anything about abuse. I felt like I was hiding a dirty little secret that only happened to non-Christians. I felt such shame. I had made my bed, now I had to sleep in it.

I felt like nobody would understand and I was on my own.
A Woman from a Local Church