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				<description><![CDATA[<p>Some people are scarred by horrific episodes in their pasts. In this post Emily reveals the assault she experienced as a college coed. It came out in this raw but real conversation. Tears, Assault and its Living Memory September 29, 20** 9/29, 6:20pm Me: Emily, it was wonderful and blessed. Truly a divine appointment. I&#8217;m [&#8230;]</p>
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					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<img width="760" height="380" src="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/blog-emily-8-760x380.jpg" class="featured-image wp-post-image" alt="" srcset="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/blog-emily-8-760x380.jpg 760w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/blog-emily-8-300x150.jpg 300w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/blog-emily-8-768x384.jpg 768w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/blog-emily-8-1024x512.jpg 1024w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/blog-emily-8-518x259.jpg 518w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/blog-emily-8-82x41.jpg 82w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/blog-emily-8-600x300.jpg 600w, https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/blog-emily-8.jpg 2000w" sizes="(max-width: 760px) 100vw, 760px" /><p><span style="color: #000000;"><em>Some people are scarred by horrific episodes in their pasts. In this post Emily reveals the assault she experienced as a college coed. It came out in this raw but real conversation.</em> </span></p>
<h2>Tears, Assault and its Living Memory</h2>
<p><strong><span style="color: #000000;">September 29, 20**</span></strong><span id="more-3091"></span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 6:20pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> <strong>Me:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> Emily, it was wonderful and blessed. Truly a divine appointment. I&#8217;m so glad you prayed.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 6:22pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong> Emily:</strong><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> Could use ur prayers&#8230;tears r flowing here</span></span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 6:28pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> <strong>Me:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> Talk to me.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 6:31pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"> <strong>Emily:<br />
</strong></span></span><span style="color: #000000;">It&#8217;s been a long day. Didn&#8217;t sleep well. Lots of memories of the part abuse. Abruptly woken this AM seeing and feeling my assault from back in college. I haven&#8217;t been able to get it outta my head all day</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 6:39pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> <strong>Me:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> Ok. You&#8217;re not in this alone. I will pray for two things. Healing of the memory. A thought or verse that will enter into your thinking. I will pray right now on this end. You pray on that end. If you can&#8217;t pray, just tell God you&#8217;re not able to.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 6:42pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> I&#8217;m numb. I don&#8217;t know where these tears r coming from.</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> I wanna talk but no one is able to hear what I have to say</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 6:57pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> <strong>Me:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> That doesn&#8217;t mean they don&#8217;t care. They don&#8217;t understand. I don&#8217;t know what you need either. But I often pray that God will direct my words to you, that they will have something useful for you.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">I can guess at the tears, but God knows specifically. If you look in the mirror, what do you see?</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 6:57pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> I just wanna be able to put words to it</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 6:59pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> <strong>Me:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> That would help. It must be some sort of ache inside. I will ask God to put it into words for you.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 7:00pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> I can see it and feel it and yet can&#8217;t describe it to u</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> I just wanted to die that night</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 7:01pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> <strong>Me:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> I am praying that God will reveal it to you.</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> You&#8217;re trapped and need to be set free.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 7:02pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> No matter how hard I tried to hold him off I couldn&#8217;t</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> i can&#8217;t look in the mirror</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> can&#8217;t stand what i see!</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 7:07pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> <strong>Me:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> That&#8217;s true. His assault stole from you and inflicted injury to you. But it could not remove the person God made you to be. God makes people brand new. In some way, you must allow God to come in and heal that deep wound. I am sure you grieve for what you lost, that Emily who was before. God has to come in and cleanse it for you. It is something you cannot do in your own strength. Allow Him full access, even if it seems impossible to do so. Be vulnerable with God. He will meet you where you&#8217;re at. That&#8217;s what I&#8217;ve experienced.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 7:09pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> the man that night didn&#8217;t have anything left to steal from me. i was already empty inside. it had all been stolen already…there was nothing left of me</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 7:10pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> <strong>Me:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> Then we need to go back further.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 7:10pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> i didn&#8217;t know who i was before</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> don&#8217;t recall a time i knew who i was</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 7:12pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> <strong>Me:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> Hmmm. Then maybe it&#8217;s time to find out who you are.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 7:18pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> I&#8217;m done trying</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> just want it all to stop</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> forget it</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> forget I&#8217;ve said anything</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> forget me</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 7:24pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> <strong>Me:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> Emily, If only I could help you see the gift that you are, and the person God wants you to become. To get there He must take you through the valley of the shadow of death. It&#8217;s like little &#8216;Much-afraid&#8217; in <em>Hinds Feet On High Places</em>, we have the two companions, Suffering and Sorrow, we walk with them to go to the High Places, there we find that the companions have become Grace and Glory. The truth is, for you to make it, there will have to come a point where you give up and let God take control. His life will transform your life and heal those broken pieces, piece by piece. The shattered girl will begin to become whole again. Let go and let God. It is critical and essential to spiritual and emotional health. Don&#8217;t shy away from the hard stuff, and this is hard because we are fearful people.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 9:02pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> this morning i woke up on my parents couch experiencing one horrific night from almost 20 yrs ago. please tell me this will stop</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/29, 9:46pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> <strong>Me:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> I wish I had the right things to say. All I know is that God is the Healer. I can&#8217;t help you access that healing, wish I could. I&#8217;m sorry it happened to you.</span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">__________</span></strong></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #000000;">September 30, 20**</span></strong></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/30, 3:11am</span><br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong>Emily:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> Sorry for bothering u</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/30, 6:37am</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> <strong>Me:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> GM Elizabeth. Prayed for you already. There is always hope.</span></p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;"><span style="color: #000000;">9/30, 5:29pm</span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> <strong>Me:</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;"> You are never a bother. I want the best for you. And that you will know peace at the center. I prayed a long while for you today. The Lord impressed me that I should. You are precious to Him.</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><div style='clear:both'></div><div class='click-to-tweet'><div class='ctt-text'><a href='http://ctt.ec/QuEw4' target='_blank'>I could hear Emily's pain, but could I help her? The words flowed. </a></div><a href='http://ctt.ec/QuEw4' target='_blank' class='ctt-btn'>Click To Tweet</a><div class='ctt-tip'></div></div></span></p>
<h3>JUST PLAIN SCARED</h3>
<p>We ended the post last week with Emily telling me that she is praying for me over the weekend while I am speaking at a women&#8217;s retreat. In this post I greet her with the good news that the retreat went well.</p>
<p>I debated whether to share this section of dialogue because of its content. The story makes more sense if it&#8217;s included. Emily was being tormented. I was beginning to realize the depth of the trauma. All I could do was offer her a lifeline and the comfort of an impartial and caring listener.</p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;">Emily has given her permission to share this content in the hopes that it will help someone else who feels all alone in their pain. </span></p>
<p><em>The conversation continues.</em></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">__________</span></strong></span></p>
<p><strong><span style="color: #000000;">LINKS</span></strong></p>
<p><span style="color: #0000ff;"><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/remove-the-silent-scream/">&gt;next post: <em>Healing will remove the silent scream:</em>  Conversations with Emily (9)</a></span></p>
<p><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/scared-and-in-pain/">&lt;previous post:  <em> Scared and in emotional pain: </em> Conversations with Emily (7)</a></p>
<p><a href="https://www.nlbrumbaugh.com/a-woman-at-risk/">|&lt;&lt;first post:  <em>A woman at risk:</em>  Conversations with Emily (1)</a></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><strong><span style="color: #ff0000;">__________</span></strong></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;"><em>I welcome your comments. Thank you.</em> </span></p>
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