journal 1p

It was a perfect Christmas. Please Lord, I hurt for my friend so bad. I don't think it my place to tell anyone. She is reporting it. Please be with her and show her your glory. She ahs gone through such a terrible thing. No one should be abused, but sexually, that is sick. My stomac turns at the very thought. I can't help my constant yerning to cry for her. I feel so useless. I don't know how to handle this. Oh, Lord! I can't help trembling. And she was so casual about it. She said she thought her uncle had changed... I am so blessed not to have such an uncle. Oh, please God, please. Help me to understand why you allowed this! of all things, uncluding murder, sexual assult must be the worst. Oh, God, I don't know what hapened but I don't think I could handle that. Oh, God!