Bad beginning, but the what does the future hold.

I just finished watching an eight minute clip on a little girl named Kelsey. She died when she was only two because of the abuse of her step-dad and mom. I take for granted that I'm alive today, that I don't live in abusive home anymore. I was just that that age of Kelsey when she died from getting kicked in the stomach from her step-dad. That could of been me, dead at the age of two. For some reason God choice for me to be put up for adoption, I still don't understand why I was abused, or anyone abused at that age, so small, helpless. What did I do or any child do to get hit, kicked by someone that's way bigger? Where is the joy of leaving marks, broken bones, or the memories that haunt the child for the rest of their life. I still have dreams and flashbacks and I was only two. I'm almost 17 and I'm still effected from it.

So many people dont relize that child abuse is out, or if they do they ignore the fact. It was Kelseys time, but so many people go if Gods wants something he'll do it. God uses us to follow through with his plan.