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    The Fear of Being Seen
    The Fear of Being Seen
    The Fear of Being Seen
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    The Fear of Being Seen

    By Dawn Marie Bailey

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    The Fear of Being Seen is an empowering book to prayerfully reach everyone affected by trauma, suicide, attempted suicide, and desperation. You will walk the journey of a young lady as she finds Christ amidst the mess, finds his amazing love for her, and finds the source of her unshakable faith as she embraces God as her father. This story is based on a true journey of tremendous courage, strength, and redemption while gently introducing how Satan can use our weaknesses in an attempt to keep us from the truth of Gods promises.

    You will see, and hopefully feel, as you read the Fear of Being Seen the power of the human heart when true redemption through the Holy Spirit is acknowledged.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWestBow Press
    Release dateMar 16, 2017
    ISBN9781512778564
    The Fear of Being Seen
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    Dawn Marie Bailey

    Dawn Marie Bailey, though a first-time author, has had the passion for writing for as long as she can remember. It’s been burning in her soul since Language Arts classes during her early school days. Dawn has answered the intense calling to tell a story, based on real events, to reach others in need who are searching, who ache to feel the healing hand of God, and to give a source of hope to those indirectly effected by trauma through the pages of this book and by volunteering as a sexual abuse victim advocate in her community.

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      The Fear of Being Seen - Dawn Marie Bailey

      Copyright © 2017 DAWN MARIE BAILEY.

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

      Scriptures taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version®, NIV®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.™ Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved worldwide. www.zondervan.com The NIV and New International Version are trademarks registered in the United States Patent and Trademark Office by Biblica, Inc.™

      This book is a work of non-fiction. Unless otherwise noted, the author and the publisher make no explicit guarantees as to the accuracy of the information contained in this book and in some cases, names of people and places have been altered to protect their privacy.

      WestBow Press

      A Division of Thomas Nelson & Zondervan

      1663 Liberty Drive

      Bloomington, IN 47403

      www.westbowpress.com

      1 (866) 928-1240

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      ISBN: 978-1-5127-7857-1 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-5127-7858-8 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-5127-7856-4 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2017903835

      WestBow Press rev. date: 03/13/2017

      Contents

      Acknowledgments

      Foreword

      Chapter 1 George Understands

      Chapter 2 Numb

      Chapter 3 The Enemy

      Chapter 4 Larry

      Chapter 5 Angel, The All-Star

      Chapter 6 His Daughter

      Chapter 7 Crying Over Spilled Juice

      Chapter 8 Telephone Call

      Chapter 9 A Fight Outside The Octagon

      Chapter 10 Alive

      Afterword

      Dedicated to my best friend, Shannon, for her unconditional acceptance. Thank you for loving me just how I am and for the freedom to be real.

      ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

      I would like to thank my family and friends for their encouragement during the writing of this book, for not giving up on me, and for not thinking I was crazy. Most of all, I would like to thank the amazing people who came into my life at just the right time to share their hearts, their lives, and their stories with me. This has inspired my goal of making this book a reality. Our lives intertwined, our stories meshed, and we shared strength coming from our unique times of trauma and tragedy. I pray for all of you choosing to read this story, as it was hard fought on many levels, containing a different ending from maybe your own or that of someone you know. Nonetheless, it is no more significant than your experience or the experiences of those you love and care about.

      I appreciate your willingness and time as you read the pages ahead, hoping you find peace in the words written and an even greater peace in Him, who truly has your back … Jesus.

      FOREWORD

      Someday, someone somewhere will read a book written by me. That someday, that someone, and that somewhere will, I hope, turn into many many somedays, someones, and somewheres.

      The book you are holding makes you one of those someones. The day you made the choice to read it made this your someday. No matter where you may be along your path, this book, which will take me more than twenty years to finish, is resting in your possession, and that is your somewhere.

      The obstacles to your someday may look like Angel’s as she finds redemption, meets herself for the first time, and begins to see herself through her Father in heavens’ eyes—not her biological father’s eyes.

      As you read, do not lose heart. Wherever your somewhere and someday finds you, I believe in you. I am proud of you. Keep pressing on, and walk with Angel. Fight with her, and forgive with her. However this book I will write comes to pass, right now, I have faith in my heart that you will find peace along the way.

      —A younger me

      CHAPTER 1

      GEORGE UNDERSTANDS

      My daughter, you’re my lovely daughter. You don’t know this yet, and you don’t know me yet, but you will. You, Angel, will reach many in my name. I have knit you together in your mother’s womb, and I know every hair on your head. I save—and always will save—every tear that falls from your beautiful blue eyes. I will weep with you and share your joy. I am here even when the enemy works to destroy you.

      George understood—the lanky monkey puppet was all arms and legs and never left her side. Nearly attached at Angel’s hip, George kept her safe and made her life easier to bear with his light brown fur, beady black eyes, and long red tongue that could lick her face if she opened his mouth wide enough. This made Angel giggle.

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      Tucking George in softly under the covers next to her with the utmost tenderness, Angel ensured his long legs and arms were all warm and comfortable. He smelled of her, even though she didn’t know what that meant. He was safe, and he was her best friend. Even as furry as her puppet monkey was, she never wanted to risk George being cold, so she checked on George throughout the night, even as she slept. This made the nightmares easier to battle. Tonight was no different. She attached George’s Velcro hands around her ratty pony and his feet around her waist. She tucked his tail perfectly under the blankets, and they drifted off to sleep.

      The scent of her mom’s cigarettes awakened Angel from her slumber the next morning. The smoke seeped from under the gap of her closed bedroom door, silently whispering, Wake up, Angel. Crawling out from under her warm blankets, she and George were going to try to face the day. She, out in the world, and he, in the world of Angel’s bedroom. Gently, she released George’s loving grasp from around her hungry belly and messy ponytail. George’s arms always slipped during the night, but as long as he was still close to her as she slept, it didn’t matter. Angel was happy his arms comforted her, no matter where they ended up. Angel knew she would go with her mom to the food pantry after school to receive their discount groceries. Angel dreaded the long lines, but the two of them always seemed to make it tolerable, and it gave them time to spend together. Angel was always pleased to be able to help her mom.

      Walking down the hardwood stairs to the kitchen, Angel expected to find her mom finishing her coffee and gathering her things to head out the door. Surprisingly, Angel couldn’t find her mom, though her scent of cigarettes lingered throughout the house. Angel suddenly realized through her still sleepy eyes that it was Friday. Losing her focus on where her mom may have been, Angel gasped and realized what Fridays should mean to her.

      Dad is supposed to pick me up today after school! Angel exclaimed.

      She was sure he would make it tonight because he hadn’t seen her in what felt like forever, as Angel couldn’t remember how old she was the last time, yet she never lost hope. Feeling a little better about the day, she walked back upstairs with more of a spring in her step and hope in her heart that today she would be able to see her dad. Ascending the last step, she heard whimpers and cries from her mom’s bedroom door.

      Knocking softly, Angel asked, Mom, are you okay?

      Angel, go to school. I have a headache, but I will be okay, her mom replied through the tears she tried to hide.

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