Some would argue that once someone comes to Jesus, the mark is beautifully erased. Perhaps for some that is true. But I liken that hellish year to healing and scars. Yes, I've been healed. But the scars remain. I am marked.

I knew this growing up. Other predators had some sort of mark locating devise. They'd find me in horse stalls, in tree houses, on the playground, in homes. They'd try to take away what I already lost. Thank God I had legs that could run. With every advance, I'd take off running.

It baffled me, though, when the mark attracted men when I faced my dating years. And believe me, if anyone tried anything, I broke up or ran. I joked the other day with my kids that when my "boyfriends" tried to kiss me in my early dating years, I did two things: freaked out, then broke up.

Once I was married to the man of my dreams, the antithesis to the predators, I settled into a kind of comfortable safety. No one would see my mark now!

And for many years, that was true. As a stay at home mommy, I didn't see many men, didn't interact much, other than at church.

Enter a writing career. And a little of my own naivety.

I wrote a post below about boundaries with folks, so please take some time to read that. What I will say is this: the mark re-emerged. As if dormant from a long, happy sleep, it awoke with a vengeance. And predators once again saw it, noticed it, and sought to exploit it.

I write this today not to freak you all out, those of you who are entering into any business or venture, but to issue a firm caution.

Don't assume that everyone you meet in the workplace is trustworthy. Or the best thing for you. And particularly if you're a woman wearing this mark, be ultra-cautious of men, particularly those in authority. Don't seek promotion so much that you turn off your creep-factor measuring device. Keep it on. If you're married, be sure you meet those industry professionals (if at all possible) with your spouse in tow. And don't let the secret part of your heart thrill at fellow professional's praise, particularly if it comes off with a hint of sexual innuendo.

In retrospect, I realize six things:

• The mark, faded as it is, can inflame when I'm not building into my own marriage and family or I'm not seeking God. And when I let my neediness for attention trump everything else. Truth? I like attention. I like feeling like I'm pretty. But if I seek after that, rather than seek God's heart, I become vulnerable to predators again.
• I wish someone would have told me all this way back when. So I'm telling you. If you have a mark or are prone to be preyed upon, take note. Watch your male/female relationships more closely. Don't let your ambition taint your predator radar. And yet don't merely be cautious about opposite sex relationships. I also found myself vulnerable to other women who were predatory (not sexually, but in other soul-demeaning ways. Predators come in every shape and size and sex.)
• Prayer cannot be discounted. Your ability to notice predatory tendencies in someone has everything to do with discernment. And seeking to be very close to God in prayer will keep your discernment on high alert. It's when you allow the fluff of fame to infiltrate your head that you let down boundaries.
• It is entirely possible to have great relationships with people! I cherish my friendships, both male and female. Of course, not everyone is a predator. And many folks are dear, dear Jesus-loving folks. Don't let your mark or fear prevent you from these relationships.
• Nurture yourself. Realize your weak spots. Build into your soul.
• Seek accountability. I have a small group of dear friends who know my journey through predators. And they pray for me, and ask me good questions, and pray some more. 

Someday, when the New Earth dawns, I'll be free of this mark forever. And Jesus will use every trauma to beautify me--not with the earthly type of beauty I sometimes long to praised for here on earth, but an ethereal, eternal beauty. I pray the Lord would truly, deeply use my own markedness to change the landscape of the Kingdom of God. In this way, I can revel in the mark, be openly cautious about the vulnerabilty the mark creates, and thank God for His protection and provision along the journey.