El propósito de mi bebé

El propósito de mi bebé

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Génesis 50:20: “As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good, to bring it about that many people should be kept alive, as they are today.”

II Peter 3:9: “The Lord is not slow to fulfill His promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.”

Growing up in my dysfunctional family, which included neglect and sexual, physical, and verbal abuse, did not equip me to care for or respect myself as I grew in the way God intended for me. I spent many years allowing others, especially men, to use and take advantage of me for sexual purposes. En el momento en que estaba 15, I was deeply wounded and hurting. My way of coping was to act out in self-destructive ways. As I mentioned earlier, I allowed others to use me. I also drank daily and experimented with most drugs, including mind-altering substances.

I had no hope that anything in my life would improve but that it would just continue to get worse until I died. I was so angry at the way I had been treated by my father and brothers but didn’t understand how to break out of this pattern of destructive behavior.

A la edad de 24, I slept with a man whom I hardly knew. De hecho, I couldn’t even tell you his name. All I know was that he said all the right things that my heart longed to hear: that he cared for me, really wanted to be with me, and made me feel special, even if it was just for a brief time. He kept insisting that we have sex, and I resisted at first but then gave in when he said he had a vasectomy, since that meant he could not get me pregnant.

I was desperate for this man’s attention but certainly didn’t want to have a baby with him! But like most of the men I opened my life up to, he had lied to me and much to my dismay, I became pregnant. I was devastated and felt a sense of desperation as to how I would “fix” this predicament I was in. Of course, the guy who said he cared so much about me left the scene as soon as he got what he wanted.

I confided in a friend that had introduced me to him. I remember that she had a 9-year-old daughter and no husband, and it was clear that she resented her daughter greatly by the way she treated her. She told me to “Get rid of it; you don’t want a kid!” All I could think about was how I didn’t want to end up like this woman, mistreating my own child! Entonces, against my better judgement and my conscience that told me “NO, this is wrong,” I chose to abort the only child I would ever conceive.

I cried every night when no one was around to see my pain. I cried for myself because of how empty this act made me feel, but mostly for this innocent child whose life I had taken so violently. I cried unconsolably, every night for months. Not knowing my Lord Jesus Christ at that time, I had no one to turn to for forgiveness and healing. As I look back on this desperate act of selfishness, I realize this was the final self-destructive thing that drove me into the arms of God! I just couldn’t live with the emptiness and pain anymore. Nine months after my abortion, I surrendered my life to Jesus, asked forgiveness for my sins, and began to walk in the newness of life that He offers to all who come to Him in humility.

I want to read a section of the letter to the baby I named Gabriella, which means “God is My Strength”:

Although your earthly life was so short, you impacted mine for eternity because precisely nine months after I allowed that abortion clinic to strip you away from my womb, I was born again! And on that amazing day, my heart, soul, and spirit were transformed from darkness and condemnation into the forgiving and precious light of Jesus Christ and His Holy Spirit! God took our pain and ashes and turned them into eternal beauty!

I am pouring much of my life into other women who have experienced the pain and grief of abortion by helping them to acknowledge and heal from this event. I love you with all my heart, my precious little one, and I will see you soon!

Your forgiven Mom

 

What purpose did your unborn child serve in your life?

 

Did it move you towards God or away from Him?

 

Additional portions of letters to the unborn:

Amado, God knows your life was not a mistake. Your life spurred me to a deeper faith and a passion for Christ. God showed me grace, love, and healing in ways that I can’t describe. He used all these things for good (Rom 8:28). Your life allowed me to defend the defenseless, to value life in the womb, and to have compassion for the hurting moms who fell into the same trap as I did. God numbers our days and although yours were few, they continue to fuel my passion.

I, your mother, hold you in my arms today in a way I could not 10 years ago because I feared to look into your eyes and to hear God's voice speak through the gentle grasp of your fingers saying “choose life.” In the light of my mind, I now behold you, my first child—the first of three girls. Do you know that you have two sisters? Do you know that your life has given great meaning to their lives? Because of you, I cherish the very breath of life God has gifted me and those whom I hold close to my heart.

As I embrace you today and always, I let go of shame, guilt, humiliation, rejection, abandono, pride, and pain. I reject the lies that once kept your memory hidden in darkness far from the light of truth. My love, my beautiful baby girl, you were never forgotten.

Heaven has documented each moment of your existence in the book of life. Ahora, it is time for me to write your page into the story of my life.

In the years to come, when we find ourselves reunited in the spirit, I will delight in the unfolding of your unique personality woven together with the experience of your brief, yet significant life. For now, sweetheart, I entrust your care and protection to the Father, whose plans for you are greater than either you or I can imagine.

Te llamé José porque lo que el enemigo pretendía para el mal, Dios se volvió para mi bien y para su gloria.. He exchanged my ashes into something beautiful. José, Inspiraste un ministerio llamado My Ashes to Beauty para ayudar a otras mamás a recuperarse de sus abortos pasados..

 

Bendiciones,

Luces

 

 

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When I was very young, still sleeping in a crib, I already felt unsafe. My older brother got enjoyment from taunting me which continued throughout my childhood. It was as if he had a demon leading him to cause me pain and fear! As night was falling, he would come to my crib, lean in and get very close to my face, scaring me so much that all I could do was lay there with my wide eyes, looking up at him, wishing he would go away! This brother continued to taunt me in various ways, throughout the years until the sexual molestation took place when I was 11. He got another brother to join in; I was still very afraid and kept it all to myself. I was a victim for all intents and purposes; my parents were not nurturers so I didn’t go to them, believing they would blame me. There was great shame attached to what was taking place. I built up a resentment and even a hatred for my brothers and my parents for not protecting me from the torment for so many years! I found out later in my teens that my father was reading porn magazines and that was the main source of my brothers disfunction. Además, he was molesting my older sisters.

A la edad de 12, I was lured and raped by a man in my neighborhood that was almost 10 años mayor. It was again, frightening AND painful. After that encounter, I began my journey of promiscuity and abuse. It was very rare that I found myself in the company of a respectful and caring young or older man. It was as if I had the words ‘USE AND ABUSE ME’ on my forehead! I hated my life and believed that I was ugly and flawed.

Having left home at the age of 15, I tried to make it on my own. But I discovered the world to be a dangerous place for a young woman on the streets. I would be raped, molested and abused multiple times, by various acquaintances and strangers by the time I was 18. I joined the Air Force at 19 after a local cop attempted to molest me. I decided the military would be a safe place to lay my head and provide regular meals. But my disfunction followed me as I continued to make poor choices with men. I was hurting deep down and felt hopeless. I can remember being sent to counseling the first year in and the man who was there to “help me”, made me worse! He told me I was fragile and he was right; I cried at the smallest thing! Entonces, to make his point, while in counseling, he moved close to me and yelled loudly! I jumped and began to cry. He seemed pleased that he made his point so well. I never went back to him! Men were my enemy and most women were not to be trusted.

I continued through the years with an extremely unhealthy sense of self and others. En 24, I found myself pregnant by a man I barely knew. Like so many other men I had allowed myself to be used by, he lied to me, said he had a vasectomy and really wanted to be with me! After he finished getting what he wanted, he was gone and I was alone. I didn’t have time to ask myself why all these terrible things kept happening to me; I needed to get busy and “fix this problem”! That was my MO; I concluded that no one would look out for me, I had to do it myself!

En 25, approximately 9 months after I aborted my child, the Lord showed me His forgiveness and that is when my journey of healing and restoration began! At that moment in time, when I surrendered to His Lordship, He gave me a new identity, one He always intended for me to have! I went from battered victim to precious, beautiful and beloved daughter of The King! I was now safe and under the watchful eye of my heavenly Father.

Salmo 34:18 “The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.

I had developed so many scars over the years that it was going to take some time to work through all the pain and multiple levels of lies and distorted thinking. I started to attend a little church and there I met an older man who mentored me from God’s Word. He was an amazing model of a godly man that treated me with dignity and respect! That is the point I began to open up to the possibility that there were other men in the world that would not abuse and take advantage of me, but could be respectful and actually love me without ulterior motives.

My journey of healing and restoration continues to this day; God is lovingly pouring into me, gently teaching and bringing others into my world that show me His gracious love. And He is also using me, precisely because of my wounds and suffering, to show other wounded souls that there is hope! My scars are no longer ugly to me but are, in the words of Shauna Neiquist, “holy places, reminders of the healer Himself.”

2 Cor 1:3-5 “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.”

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The enemy wants to keep us in a place of uncertainty, not trusting God but believing the lifelong lies that were told to us when we were so young and impressionable, before we were exposed to the truth! He wants to see us frozen with fear and unbelief, believing that we are not “good enough” for the love God has to offer. These lies are powerful but have no hold over us because we have been bought with the precious blood of Jesus. God looks at us with pure and tender affection; He sees us as the cherished daughters we were always intended to be. Nothing can separate us from His love. We only have to embrace this truth.

The enemy has been hard at work since the dawn of man (God’s most beloved creation). My pastor shared something worth repeating:

“The devil never offers anything real, only imitations. He offers addiction as an imitation of peace, promiscuity as an imitation of love, hatred as an imitation of justice, greed as an imitation of security, isolation as an imitation of safety, entertainment as an imitation of meaning, self-righteousness as an imitation of forgiveness.” Pastor Michael Shockley

 

  1. Where are you in your process of healing from past abuse?

 

  1. What practical steps have you taken to achieve that goal?

 

  1. In what ways has God turned your pain of abuse around?

 

I cannot answer the age-old question as to why God allows certain things to happen in our lives. Notice I did not say causes? The sin of mankind causes brokenness and perversion, God allows these things for His reasons that are far beyond our understanding. But there are some passages that give us a glimpse of why He allows bad things to happen to us.

2 Pet 3:9 “The Lord is not slow about His promise, as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not willing for any to perish, but for all to come to repentance.”

Rom 9:22-24 “What if God, desiring to show his wrath and to make known his power, has endured with much patience vessels of wrath prepared for destruction, in order to make known the riches of his glory for vessels of mercy, which he has prepared beforehand for glory—even us whom he has called, not from the Jews only but also from the Gentiles?"

Rom 8:18-22 “For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that is to be revealed to us. For the eagerly awaiting creation waits for the revealing of the sons and daughters of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself also will be set free from its slavery to corruption into the freedom of the glory of the children of God. For we know that the whole creation groans and suffers the pains of childbirth together until now.”

Humans have been sinning against one another since the very first family (Cain & Abel). And 2 Peter 3:9 tells us about God’s incredible patience toward the human race. “The Lord is not slow about His promise, as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not willing for any to perish, but for all to come to repentance.”

Hebreos 4:14-16 “Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesús, the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin. Let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.”

 

CS Lewis “We can ignore pleasure. But pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.”

 

Bendiciones,

Luces

Soy la flor silvestre de Dios

Soy la flor silvestre de Dios

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Fui parte del Estudio Bíblico de Recuperación del Abuso sexual con un pequeño grupo de mujeres a través del ministerio “My Ashes To Beauty”. Y cuando accedí a participar, Supuse que habían pasado tantas décadas desde que ocurrieron los abusos que no habría nuevos descubrimientos.. Bien, resulta que habia cosas que aun no habia procesado, incluso con todo el asesoramiento que tuve a lo largo de los años.

Tuve la oportunidad de llorar la pérdida de una infancia y una adolescencia seguras y felices que todas las niñas merecen experimentar.. Una de las cosas que realmente me conmovió fue cuando compartimos fotos del período de tiempo en que perdimos la inocencia.. Sentí tanta compasión por las fotos de las otras mujeres y lo preciosas y vulnerables que parecían en el momento de sus abusos.. Cuando miré mi foto, Sentí tanto amor y misericordia por la joven adolescente, ese fui yo; derramé lágrimas por eso. no me vi en ese entonces, la forma en que ahora lo hago. Me había culpado por los abusos y no podía ver más allá de cómo me definía.. En el transcurso de este estudio, recordé que soy la hija preciosa y adorada de Dios.! Y eso definitivamente fue algo bueno para permitir que se hundiera en mi corazón.!

A medida que conocí a las mujeres en este entorno íntimo y escuché sus historias, me di cuenta, no estoy solo en esto, que otros han experimentado atrocidades similares y me hizo querer por ellos. Nos unimos de una manera que va más allá de una típica reunión de grupo para orar o estudiar la Biblia.. Tuve la sensación de que Dios reunió a este grupo en particular para que pudiéramos orar por, animarnos y mostrarnos unos a otros que hay más curación y trabajo por hacer. Las oraciones que rezaron por nosotros fueron como un bálsamo curativo que se hundió profundamente en mi alma.!

La recuperación del abuso sexual lleva tiempo, a medida que quitamos las capas de creencias falsas y pensamientos negativos que nos mantienen en cautiverio y nos impiden avanzar más en el hermoso camino que Dios tiene para que cada uno de nosotros camine. No solo necesitamos seguir creciendo en Él, pero también quiere usarnos para mostrar a otros la sanidad y el perdón que les espera, a través de su amor. Este estudio fue un lugar seguro para compartir y ser vulnerable con mujeres de ideas afines..

su amada,

Luces

 

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Mi identidad en Cristo (Parte 1 & 2)

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Mi identidad en Cristo (Parte 1)

 

2 Corintios 5:17 “De modo que si alguno está en Cristo, él (ella) es una nueva creación. lo viejo ha fallecido; Mirad, lo nuevo ha llegado”.

Romanos 8:1 “Por tanto, ahora ninguna condenación hay para los que están en Cristo Jesús”.

John 15:15 “Ya no os llamo siervos, porque el siervo no sabe lo que hace su señor; pero os he llamado amigos, porque todo lo que he oído de mi Padre os lo he hecho saber”.

Cuando era una niña pequeña, Recuerdo haber tenido una sensación general de felicidad y libertad por ser niño.. Pero a medida que crecí y comencé a desarrollar la conciencia de mi identidad dentro de mi unidad familiar y me convertí en víctima de abuso verbal y físico., Mi perspectiva sobre quién era comenzó a cambiar..

En el ojo de mi mente, yo era feo, estúpido, y en general, una chica patética a la que nadie amaba ni quería estar. Recuerdo a mi padre diciendo una y otra vez, “¿Por qué no puedes ser como tu hermano o por qué no puedes ser como tu hermana?”?"Se refería a los hermanos mayores que habían seguido adelante y tuvieron éxito., en sus ojos. Por su frustración y su ira desenfrenada., atacó y nos hizo sentir indeseados mientras nos humillaba abusando de nosotros verbalmente.. Mi madre era una persona tranquila., mujer sumisa con multiples (Total de 15) niños para cuidar. Ella no estaba involucrada en nuestras vidas excepto para atender nuestras necesidades físicas.. Y los hermanos que todavía estaban en el hogar., Me trataron con gran desprecio y me golpearon regularmente.. A la edad 11, Estaba siendo abusada sexualmente por dos de mis hermanos mayores y cuando tenía 12, Perdí mi virginidad con un hombre drogadicto que era 14 años mayor, que vivia en el barrio. Literalmente se aprovechó de mi desesperada necesidad de amor y afecto y me convenció de cooperar con sus intenciones egoístas.. No se lo dije a nadie porque pensé que me culparían.; Creí en mi joven corazón que era mi culpa.

Me sentí como un fracaso, que cuando yo era un joven adolescente, Empecé a medicarme con vino y cerveza., y en un momento, Me sentí tan desesperado, Intenté quitarme la vida! Obviamente, no tuve éxito, pero en ese momento, Creí que era un fracaso incluso en eso.! No sólo me sentía indigno de ser amado sino que también me sentía sucio y tenía un gran sentimiento de vergüenza que me cubría como una espesa nube..

A medida que crecía en mi adolescencia, Continué abusando del alcohol, agregando licor fuerte y fue introducido a todo tipo de drogas ilegales, con el que experimenté a diario. Viví una vida destructiva de abuso de sustancias y promiscuidad.. y a la edad 24, Cometí lo que pensé que era un delito imperdonable al abortar., Básicamente, poner fin a la vida de lo que resultaría ser mi único hijo biológico.. Este evento me sumergió más profundamente en una sensación de autodesprecio y vacío que aún no había experimentado.. En el momento en que estaba 25, mi sentido de autoestima estaba en el hoyo; No tenía esperanza ni propósito para mi futuro..

Entonces sucedió! El Señor Jesús, que me había estado persiguiendo durante años a través del testimonio de otros seguidores de Cristo, Me abrió los ojos a su asombrosa aceptación., amor y misericordia para mi. Y puedo recordar la sensación de esperanza y amor que fluyó a través de mí como un río caudaloso.! Fue increíble! Mi autoperspectiva cambió ese día.. Me atreví a creer que podía ser algo más de lo que me había acostumbrado.. Y me embarqué en una misión de por vida para conocer al Dios que estaría dispuesto a morir por mí., un patético, pecaminoso, chica fea y estúpida. Fueron necesarios años de lectura de la Biblia., Apoyo de otros creyentes en Jesús y algo de asesoramiento bíblico., para mí aceptar mi nueva identidad mientras abrazaba 2 Corintios 5:17, que nos dice, “De modo que si alguno está en Cristo, él (ella) es una nueva creación. lo viejo ha fallecido; Mirad, lo nuevo ha llegado”.

Hoy, después de caminar con el Señor por más 37 años, tener su asombroso Espíritu Santo viviendo en mí, Acepto la verdad de que soy la preciosa hija de Dios., amado y apreciado más allá de mis sueños más locos! me ha dado dignidad, autoestima y una esperanza futura. Ya no me condeno porque según Romanos 8:1, “Por tanto, ahora ninguna condenación hay para los que están en Cristo Jesús”. Ya no acepto el intento de otros de manipularme o menospreciarme.. He llegado a comprender que puedo tener límites y mantener el control., por el poder y la guía del Espíritu Santo.

Bendiciones,

Luces

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Mi identidad en Cristo (Parte 2)

 

PREGUNTAS:

cual es tu identidad? ¿En qué se diferencia de cuando conociste y recibiste a Jesús como tu Señor??

Mientras Jesús caminaba por la tierra, Enseñar y predicar sobre el Reino de Dios., Validó a las mujeres y les mostró gran misericordia y respeto.. Fue en contra de la cultura en la que vivían.. A diferencia de, su cultura los trataba como ciudadanos de tercera clase, con pocos derechos o respeto. El aceptó, curado, Los amé y les enseñé.. Y Él está disponible para hacer lo mismo por ti y por mí hoy.!

Según los romanos 8:17, aquellos que se han arrepentido de sus pecados y han recibido a Jesús como su Señor y Salvador, convertirse en sus herederos (que es aquel que recibe la propiedad de un inmueble y de todo lo que en él hay), pero en este caso, Estamos recibiendo el Reino de Dios en toda su asombrosa belleza y perfección.. Somos preciosas y amadas hijas del Rey y lo seremos por toda la eternidad.!

Quiero que te imagines vestido con un lujoso, túnica blanca que fluye, que es el símbolo de la pureza y la perfección, y leamos lo que dice en Isaías 61:1-3, que fue escrito 740-700 antes de Cristo (antes de que Jesús caminara por esta tierra).

“El espíritu del Señor Dios está sobre mí, porque el Señor me ha ungido para llevar buenas nuevas a los pobres; Me ha enviado a vendar a los quebrantados de corazón., proclamar libertad a los cautivos, y la apertura de la cárcel a los presos; para proclamar el año de gracia del Señor, y el día de la venganza de nuestro Dios; para consolar a todos los que lloran; para conceder a los que lloran en Sión – darles un hermoso tocado en lugar de cenizas, el aceite de alegría en lugar de luto, el manto de alabanza en lugar de un espíritu débil; para que sean llamados encinas de justicia, la plantación del señor, para que sea glorificado”. ESV

Dios toma nuestros trapos de inmundicia, que es un símbolo de nuestras vidas rotas, y Él los reemplaza con limpios, túnicas blancas o justicia, comodidad, cicatrización, alegría, paz y fuerza!

Isaías 61:10 “Mi alma se regocijará mucho en el Señor, mi alma se regocijará en mi Dios; porque me ha vestido con vestiduras de salvación, Me ha envuelto con manto de justicia, como el novio se adorna con una guirnalda y como la novia se adorna con sus joyas”.

Bendiciones,

Luces

De regreso Blogs de Luci

La historia de Luci (Parte 1 & 2)

La historia de Luci (Parte 1 & 2)

Luci's Story: Inocencia Pérdida

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La historia de Luci (Parte 1): Inocencia Pérdida

I was a happy child, playing outside, rain or shine. I enjoyed going to school, coloring, playing Jax, jump rope, hop scotch and all the things little girls like to do. But my favorite pass time of all was hanging with all sorts of animals I came in contact with in my neighborhood. Dogs were my very favorite; I loved them so very much! I suppose it was because of their incredible ability to give me unconditional love and lots of attention.

The first time I recall feeling something wasn’t right, that the “thing” someone was doing to me was intrinsically wrong, was around age 11. I woke in the middle of the night and two of my older brothers were standing over my bed and had their hands on me where they shouldn’t have. I was shocked at first and then I felt afraid! I couldn’t understand why they were doing this. I was so embarrassed that I just lay there pretending I was asleep. I can’t remember how many times it happened, probably a few. I must have blocked it out. I learned later on that blocking out details of the memory is very common when you’ve been violated. I also recall feeling shame, that I had to hide it and pretend it wasn’t happening. I just knew in my heart, true or not, that I would be blamed for this awful thing being done to me. I don’t know why they stopped but remember being so relieved that they did! As I grew older, I was very guarded since they were still trying to invade my privacy by coming onto the roof of my second-floor bedroom window to see what they could. I so hated that they didn’t treat me with respect.

Then at age 12, I met a man who was living in the neighborhood that was over 21 and a “recovering heroin” addict. He told me he was taking methadone although I had no idea what it was. He was a small man, soft spoken and spoke kind words. It seemed like he cared about me; unlike my brothers and father, who were hurtful and critical. He convinced me to go to his apartment nearby. Entonces, I went and found myself being raped. The strange thing was although I was a virgin and very afraid, he didn’t have to force me. I thought he cared and wanted to be with me. I was starved for affection from a father or brother figure and it seemed he was going to give it to me. I was extremely uncomfortable when he was on top of me. And there was pain when he penetrated. I never saw him after that day. But the feelings of being violated and taken advantage of, stayed with me for a very long time. De hecho, these feelings were part of what shaped the way I saw myself. That I was, as an object to be used for pleasure, not to be respected or confided in; I believed I was not lovable nor did I have any worth.

After that incident, I became promiscuous and was easy prey for older boys and men who took advantage of me to satisfy their sexual appetites. I had formed the opinion that if I wanted them to give me any attention, I had to give them sex. Ahora, I understand, that the only men who would expect a young woman to betray herself in this way are dysfunctional, perverted and selfish.

A la edad de 14, I was hitchhiking my way to school, which was common back in the 70’s, when a man picked me up but didn’t take me to my destination. He brought me to his apartment and we sat in his van as he urged me to come in “just for a few minutes”. I remember thinking that I didn’t want to go; I was so afraid of what he might do. Then he said “if you come in, I’ll take you to where you want to go”. I felt I had no choice. I had no idea where we were. Entonces, against my inner voice screaming NO, I went in and he promptly forced himself on me. I cried and begged him to stop the whole time. When he was done, he brought me to my school and dropped me off like it was an everyday thing for him! I couldn’t wait to get away, I felt sick and so dirty! I believed it was my fault and again, I felt so much shame. In my young and insecure mind, I believed I could have avoided it.

I never told a soul, not even the sister who I felt closest to; she took me in when I ran away from home but, not immediately. When I first left to get away from my extremely dysfunctional home environment, I lived on the streets and was exposed to very unstable people. This lifestyle was a hotbed for abusive behavior.

From that time until I was about 16, I was violated two more times, once in the park in broad daylight and twice on a dark road and then in a park (same man). There were other close calls that I was able to avoid but it seemed that every man I came in contact with wanted to take advantage of me and have sex. I had lost hope that any man could care for or cherish me as a person, as a woman.

From the age of 14-24, I can remember having sex with countless men along my journey. In my younger years, I would sleep with them and find myself crying, there were a couple that asked me why but I couldn’t explain it to them. All I knew was that it made me feel so empty and used, like an old garment to be discarded.

A la edad de 24, I met a man through a friend who also lived a promiscuous lifestyle. I assume he was attracted to me physically but it was most likely more the case that he saw me as an easy “score”. He wooed me by telling me what I wanted to hear. I was desperate for affection and attention from men. I remember asking him if he had protection and he said he had a vasectomy so I didn’t need to worry. Several weeks later when my menstrual cycle was late, I discovered he lied to me to serve his lustful desire. I was pregnant by a man who I barely knew! I had no idea what I was going to do and I felt like a fool to find myself in such a predicament. This wasn’t supposed to happen to me. I was single and carefree!

In my next blog, I will share with you, how I met Jesus and how He brought light into my dark existence. How He took this broken woman, who was deep in her sin and shame and loved her and healed her. I am still amazed by His love and grace in my life.

See Part 2 abajo.

Bendiciones,

Luces

Ver La historia de Luci (Parte 2) abajo.

 

La historia de Luci (Parte 2): Dios bendijo mi camino roto

 

In my last blog, (Parte 1) Inocencia Pérdida, I left off having just learned that I was pregnant by a man I knew nothing about, except for his name. He had lied to me, saying I couldn’t get pregnant, but there I was with this huge dilemma. I was a single “carefree” career woman who had no desire or emotional stability to carry or care for a child.

Because of my dysfunctional lifestyle and fear of intimacy in the healthy sense, I had very few friends in which to confide in. And the one woman who I did spend time with was the angry mother of a 10-year-old, unwanted girl; this woman is the one who introduced me to the man who I got pregnant by. When I told her I was pregnant and didn’t know what to do, she said “get rid of it, you don’t want this kid.” It made me so sad, and all I could think about is not wanting to end up resenting and treating my child with contempt the way she treated her daughter. In spite of my strong feelings of uneasiness, I scheduled an appointment for an abortion, at a place called the Presidential Women’s Center. And as I look back on my experience, there was nothing pro woman about this place. They were doing abortions by the score, making so much money on women who were fearful, uninformed and desperate! I remember feeling a sense of despair in the waiting room; there were no smiling faces, no peace or joy.

I was so afraid as I lay on that cold medical table, looking at the equipment around me that would ultimately suck my baby’s life from my womb. It took just a few moments to tear apart the little human life inside that God had so perfectly knit together! I can remember feeling a sense of intense sadness when it was over. I just got out of that dark place as quickly as I could. And I cried for months over this decision. I tried to go back to my life of partying and living as though my actions didn’t matter, but it wasn’t working; I was miserable and empty.

While trying to carry on and live my life in the midst of my hopelessness, God consistently introduced me to faithful followers of Jesus Christ. As they shared their lives, testimony and love for Jesus, I began to open up to the possibility of learning more about this “loving Savior.” I wondered to myself, if this God could love someone like me. One day I asked a woman who had been sharing, to borrow a Bible, and she was more than happy to do so!

As I began to read, I found myself fascinated with God’s amazing Word. I don’t remember what my reasoning was at the time, but I went to the back of the Bible and started reading in Revelation. I was so intrigued, and it all seemed so surreal with the incredible images, angels and the way that John described the Lord Jesus Christ! He was larger than life, so bright, with His white robe and golden sash, white hair and eyes that were like blazing fire! Prior to this, the only way I saw Him depicted was lifeless on the cross with a crown of thorns on His head.

Then I began to explore more of this incredible collection of writings. I went into the Gospel of John and then Romans. Shortly thereafter, while sitting in my apartment, just me and God, I prayed to Jesus, telling Him that if He was who His witnesses said He was, I wanted to KNOW Him! I asked Him to forgive my sins, enter my heart and be Lord of my life. When I sincerely opened myself up, I sensed an amazing change in my heart, my emotions and attitude. I felt an incredible sense of freedom and hope. I could actually sense a dramatic shift in my psyche and felt the closeness of God’s Spirit. It was the most incredible day of my life! I was free for the first time since I was a little child! And this transformation took place, precisely nine months after aborting my little child. Coincidence? I think not. God had a plan for my life, not only to be healed and set free from all the abuse and oppression of my past, but He would use me to lead others out of the darkness and into His loving arms.

That day, I went in a new direction, seeking to know God in every way I could. I began attending church and reading the Bible daily. I read the Gospels that taught me all about how and why Jesus came to earth, to save us from our sins, the second death and eternal separation from Him. As I continued to read on my own and with others, my faith and desire to share God’s love grew. I had a new purpose for my life, and it was sent from Heaven!

The journey with my Lord continues today and will never end; I am His for all eternity! Entonces, the Holy Spirit will continue to mold me into the image of Jesus until the day I go home or He returns. My peace and joy continue to grow as I draw closer the the one who loves me unconditionally! I have forgiven those who hurt me in my past, and I am completely free!

“So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.” John 8:36

 

Bendiciones,

Luces

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