Memories

At church this evening, my pastor made a reference to a "prayer closet."  The moral of the lesson was about how we go to Christ for all of our supplies.  However, I had difficulty focusing on the moral of the story.
Instead, I thought of how I used to spend time sitting in my closet as a child.  It was one of the few places where I felt safe.  As tends to happen, I spent some time fighting off a memory of my childhood abuse.

Fortunately, this was one of the lesser times.  Sadly, I fear that it may not remain this way.

Please pray that I can continue to remain in control of the memories and emotions.