Abuse is not something I know much about. At least not where first hand experience is concerned. My sister and I were adored by our dad growing up. Still are really. I was his southern belle and my sister his rough and tumble tomboy. We can both still bat our big brown eyes and have him wrapped around our fingers.
When Anna asked me to guest post I wasn’t sure how I would write about violence against women having no personal experience with abuse. I never had close friends who were or have been abused either. God had other plans though. Just a couple of weeks prior I met a survivor of domestic abuse. Someone who is very brave in sharing her story and I felt God nudging me.
To read more of my guest post about domestic violence visit Anna’s blog Goannatree.