You are not broken, you are wounded.


Wounded Refuge, Inc. began with the first touch of his hand, the first molesting. It continued to evolve, and form with each abuse, pain, and sorrow thereafter; with every drink or drug I took. Each choice of promiscuity, every stage performance, that which was meant to harm me, and the harm I inflicted on others; all became little glimmers of light waiting to shine, which God would use to form Wounded Refuge, Inc. It all began the day I was born, and will continue long after I am home with Jesus.

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