God allowed a little girl to be molested for years.  She didn’t tell anyone or ask for help.  It was her secret shame.  Eventually, she told her mother, but the damage had been done.  She was forever scarred and broken.  I’m that little girl. God allowed me to make one horrible decision after the other.  To be honest, I didn’t even realize how much molestation changed my life course.  I’m very guarded with my feelings and my friendship.  There is an impressive gate set around my heart that has strict orders to keep most people out.  To keep them away from the real me. God allowed me to spiral into…