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There is Healing for Every Wound
My Journey From Trauma to Testimony
I’ve been seeking God for a long time.
My parents met in a Church of Christ in Miami, Florida. Max Lucado, a now well-known Christian author, was their pastor back then. They were part of an enthusiastic group of young Christians. God was, quite literally, foundational to their relationship.
After my parents married, they moved to Rochester, NY, where I was born, after two miscarriages. My sister came along a couple of years after me. We attended the Church of Christ as a family every Sunday morning and Wednesday night until I was about ten.
I loved the harmonies of the a cappella music and the high ceilings that seemed to somehow transport me to a part of heaven or bring God down to earth. I believed God was there. He was very real to me. Of course, there is more than God and good in the world. Sin and evil are present as well.
My earliest traumatic experience happened to me at that church.
My mom’s best friend at the church had two sons. These boys were my best friends in the community. We often played around the church grounds or inside the building while our parents socialized after the service.
On one of these occasions, these friends were playing with a larger group of…
