It's Not Me, It's You

I’ve had my share of abusive relationships to recognize one when I see it.  They stem from a dangerously warped sense of self that tells you you’re lucky to be where you are because no one else could possibly want you.  So you put up with a lot and make excuses for staying.   You settle for less, or nothing at all.  You’re afraid of leaving, imagining all sorts of evils, remembering that old saying “better the devil you know”, and it goes on for years, say five.  The stronger you grow the more you’re demeaned.  Any sign of confidence or esteem is labeled as unworthy arrogance.  When you come to your senses and insist you’re worth more, you’re reminded that there are plenty who can take your place. At some point, when the excuses are gone and you see what God sees, you decide to walk away, imagining all sorts of miracles, remembering the old saying “if God is for me, who can stand against me”, and you step out blindly in faith, declaring your value as a daughter of the King.  Sure, there are plenty who can take your place.   Pray hard for them, for you know well the road they will tread.