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HOW GOD TURNED MY PAIN AROUND (Partie 1) par Luci

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. In addition, he was molesting my older sisters.

At the age of 12, I was lured and raped by a man in my neighborhood that was almost 10 ans de plus. 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! Alors, 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. À 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!

À 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.

Psaume 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

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

What practical steps have you taken to achieve that goal?

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). Et 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.”

Hebrews 4:14-16 “Since then we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jésus, 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.”

Bénédictions,

Lumières

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J'ai participé à l'étude biblique sur la guérison des abus sexuels avec un petit groupe de femmes par le biais du ministère "My Ashes To Beauty". Et quand j'ai accepté de participer, Je pensais que cela faisait tellement de décennies que les abus avaient eu lieu qu'il n'y aurait pas de nouvelles découvertes. Bien, il s'avère qu'il y avait des choses que je n'avais pas encore traitées, même avec tous les conseils que j'ai eus au fil des ans.

J'ai eu l'occasion de pleurer la perte d'une enfance et d'une adolescence sûres et heureuses que chaque fille mérite de vivre. L'une des choses qui m'a vraiment ému, c'est quand nous avons partagé des photos de la période où nous avons perdu notre innocence. J'ai ressenti une telle compassion pour les photos des autres femmes et à quel point elles apparaissaient précieuses et vulnérables au moment de leurs abus. Quand j'ai regardé ma photo, J'ai ressenti tant d'amour et de miséricorde pour la jeune adolescente, c'était moi; j'ai versé des larmes dessus. Je ne me voyais pas à l'époque, la façon dont je fais maintenant. Je m'étais blâmé pour les abus et je ne pouvais pas voir au-delà de la façon dont cela me définissait. Au cours de cette étude, on m'a rappelé que je suis la fille précieuse et adorée de Dieu! Et c'était définitivement une bonne chose de permettre de s'enfoncer dans mon cœur!

Au fur et à mesure que j'apprenais à connaître les femmes dans ce cadre intime et que j'entendais leurs histoires, j'ai réalisé, Je ne suis pas seul dans ce cas, que d'autres ont vécu des atrocités similaires et cela m'a fait aimer d'eux. Nous nous sommes liés d'une manière qui va au-delà d'un rassemblement de groupe typique pour la prière ou l'étude biblique. J'ai eu l'impression que Dieu a réuni ce groupe particulier afin que nous puissions prier pour, s'encourager et se montrer mutuellement qu'il y a encore de la guérison et du travail à faire. Les prières qui ont été priées pour nous étaient comme un baume de guérison qui a pénétré profondément dans mon âme!

La guérison des abus sexuels prend du temps, alors que nous éliminons les couches de fausses croyances et de pensées négatives qui nous maintiennent dans l'esclavage et nous empêchent d'avancer sur le beau chemin que Dieu a pour que chacun de nous marche. Non seulement devons-nous continuer à grandir en Lui, mais Il veut aussi nous utiliser pour montrer aux autres la guérison et le pardon qui les attend, par son amour. Cette étude était un endroit sûr pour partager et être vulnérable avec des femmes partageant les mêmes idées.

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Mon identité en Christ (Partie 1 & 2)

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Mon identité en Christ (Partie 1)

2 Corinthiens 5:17 « C'est pourquoi, si quelqu'un est en Christ, il (elle) est une nouvelle création. Le vieux est décédé; voir, le nouveau est arrivé.

Romains 8:1 « Il n’y a donc maintenant aucune condamnation pour ceux qui sont en Jésus-Christ. »

John 15:15 «Je ne vous appelle plus serviteurs, car le serviteur ne sait pas ce que fait son maître; mais je vous ai appelé amis, car tout ce que j'ai entendu de mon Père, je vous l'ai fait connaître.

Quand j'étais une petite fille, Je me souviens avoir ressenti un sentiment général de bonheur et de liberté en tant qu'enfant.. Mais en grandissant, j'ai commencé à prendre conscience de mon identité au sein de ma cellule familiale et j'ai été victime de violences verbales et physiques., ma vision de qui j'étais a commencé à changer.

Dans mon esprit, j'étais moche, stupide, et dans l'ensemble, une fille pathétique que personne n'aimait ou avec qui personne ne voulait être. Je me souviens que mon père répétait sans cesse, "Pourquoi ne peux-tu pas être comme ton frère ou pourquoi ne peux-tu pas être comme ta sœur?" Il faisait référence aux frères et sœurs aînés qui avaient continué et avaient réussi, dans ses yeux. De sa frustration et de sa colère incontrôlée, il s'est déchaîné et nous a fait sentir indésirables alors qu'il nous rabaissait en nous abusant verbalement. Ma mère était calme, femme soumise avec plusieurs (total de 15) des enfants à garder. Elle n'était pas impliquée dans nos vies sauf pour répondre à nos besoins physiques. Et les frères qui étaient encore à la maison, m'a traité avec beaucoup de mépris et m'a régulièrement battu. À l'âge 11, J'étais agressé par deux de mes frères aînés et à l'âge de 12, J'ai perdu ma virginité avec un toxicomane qui 14 ans de plus, qui vivait dans le quartier. Il a littéralement profité de mon besoin désespéré d'amour et d'affection et m'a convaincu de coopérer avec ses intentions égoïstes.. Je ne l'ai dit à personne car je pensais qu'ils me blâmeraient; Je croyais dans mon jeune cœur que c'était de ma faute.

Je me sentais comme un tel échec, qu'à l'époque où j'étais un jeune adolescent, J'ai commencé à me soigner avec du vin et de la bière, et à un moment donné, Je me sentais tellement désespéré, J'ai tenté de me suicider! Évidemment, je n'ai pas réussi, mais à l'époque, Je croyais que j'étais un échec même à ça! Non seulement je me sentais indigne d'être aimée, mais je me sentais aussi sale et j'avais un grand sentiment de honte qui me couvrait comme un épais nuage..

Alors que je devenais adolescent, J'ai continué à abuser de l'alcool, ajouté de l'alcool fort et a été initié à toutes sortes de drogues illégales, que j'ai expérimenté quotidiennement. J'ai vécu une vie destructrice de toxicomanie et de promiscuité. Et à l'âge 24, J'ai commis ce que je pensais être un délit impardonnable en me faisant avorter, mettant essentiellement fin à la vie de ce qui allait s'avérer être mon seul enfant biologique. Cet événement m'a plongé plus profondément dans un sentiment de dégoût de soi et de vide que je n'avais pas encore ressenti.. Au moment où j'étais 25, mon estime de moi était dans le gouffre; Je n'avais aucun espoir ni aucun but pour mon avenir.

Puis c'est arrivé! Le Seigneur Jésus, qui me poursuivait depuis des années à travers le témoignage d'autres disciples du Christ, m'a ouvert les yeux sur son incroyable acceptation, amour et miséricorde pour moi. Et je me souviens du sentiment d'espoir et d'amour qui coulait en moi comme une rivière tumultueuse! C'était incroyable! Ma perspective de moi a changé ce jour-là. J'ai osé croire que je pouvais être quelque chose de plus que ce dans quoi je m'étais installé. Et je me suis lancé dans une mission de toute une vie pour connaître le Dieu qui serait prêt à mourir pour moi, un pathétique, coupable, fille laide et stupide. Il a fallu des années de lecture de la Bible, le soutien d'autres croyants en Jésus et quelques conseils bibliques, pour moi d'accepter ma nouvelle identité alors que j'embrassais 2 Corinthiens 5:17, ce qui nous dit, « C'est pourquoi, si quelqu'un est en Christ, il (elle) est une nouvelle création. Le vieux est décédé; voir, le nouveau est arrivé.

Aujourd'hui, après avoir marché avec le Seigneur pendant plus d'un mois 37 années, avoir son incroyable Saint-Esprit vivant en moi, J'accepte la vérité selon laquelle je suis la précieuse fille de Dieu, aimé et chéri au-delà de mes rêves les plus fous! Il m'a donné la dignité, l'estime de soi et un espoir pour l'avenir. Je ne me condamne plus car selon Romains 8:1, « Il n’y a donc maintenant aucune condamnation pour ceux qui sont en Jésus-Christ. » Je n'accepte plus les tentatives des autres de me manipuler ou de me rabaisser. J'ai compris que je peux avoir des limites et garder le contrôle, par la puissance et la direction du Saint-Esprit.

Bénédictions,

Lumières

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Mon identité en Christ (Partie 2)

DES QUESTIONS:

Quelle est votre identité? En quoi est-ce différent de quand vous avez rencontré et reçu Jésus comme votre Seigneur?

Comme Jésus marchait sur la terre, enseigner et prêcher sur le Royaume de Dieu, Il a validé les femmes et leur a montré beaucoup de miséricorde et de respect. Il est allé à l'encontre de la culture dans laquelle ils vivaient. En revanche, leur culture les traitait comme des citoyens de 3ème classe, avec peu de droits ou de respect. Il a accepté, guéri, les a aimés et leur a appris. Et il est disponible pour faire la même chose pour vous et moi aujourd'hui!

Selon les Romains 8:17, ceux qui se sont repentis de leurs péchés et ont reçu Jésus comme leur Seigneur et Sauveur, devenir ses héritiers (qui est celui qui reçoit la propriété d'un domaine et de tout ce qu'il contient), mais dans ce cas, nous recevons le Royaume de Dieu dans toute son incroyable beauté et sa perfection. Nous sommes des filles précieuses et aimées du Roi et le serons pour toute l'éternité.!

Je veux que tu t'imagines vêtu d'un somptueux, robe blanche fluide, qui est le symbole de la pureté et de la perfection, et lisons ce qui est dit dans Isaïe 61:1-3, qui a été écrit 740-700 avant JC (avant que Jésus ne marche sur cette terre).

"L'esprit du Seigneur Dieu est sur moi, parce que le Seigneur m'a oint pour apporter la bonne nouvelle aux pauvres; Il m'a envoyé pour panser les cœurs brisés, proclamer la liberté aux captifs, et l'ouverture de la prison à ceux qui sont liés; proclamer l’année de la faveur du Seigneur, et le jour de la vengeance de notre Dieu; pour réconforter tous ceux qui pleurent; accorder à ceux qui pleurent à Sion – pour leur donner une belle coiffe au lieu de cendres, l'huile de joie au lieu du deuil, le vêtement de louange au lieu d'un esprit faible; afin qu'on les appelle chênes de justice, la plantation du Seigneur, afin qu’il soit glorifié. ESV

Dieu prend nos sales haillons, qui est un symbole de nos vies brisées, et Il les remplace par du pur, robes blanches ou justice, confort, guérison, joie, paix et force!

Isaïe 61:10 « Mon âme se réjouira grandement dans le Seigneur, mon âme exultera en mon Dieu; car il m'a revêtu de vêtements de salut, Il m'a enveloppé d'une robe de justice, comme un marié se pare d'une guirlande et comme une mariée se pare de ses bijoux.

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L'histoire de Lucie (Partie 1 & 2)

Luci's Story: Innocence perdue

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L'histoire de Lucie (Partie 1): Innocence perdue

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. Alors, 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. En fait, 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. À présent, I understand, that the only men who would expect a young woman to betray herself in this way are dysfunctional, perverted and selfish.

At the age of 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. Alors, 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.

At the age of 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 ci-dessous.

Bénédictions,

Lumières

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L'histoire de Lucie (Partie 2): God Blessed My Broken Road

In my last blog, (Partie 1) Innocence perdue, 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! Alors, 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

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We receive this peace through the indwelling of the Holy Spirit.

If we have given our lives over to Jesus and are following Him we have the very spirit of Jesus Christ living in us! He is always present, interceding and guiding us into truth and peace, in and out of the storm.

What is His purpose? It is that you will live with peace and joy in your heart, knowing that He loves you and nothing will come between you and Him, no matter the situation. It is that you will be made righteous, that you may display the gifts of His Spirit and show Him to a dying world.

Prayer is always God’s plan to connect us to Him but now more than ever, we need to be praying earnestly for God to draw us to Himself and praying about all that’s happening around us.

We have access to the very Spirit of Christ in His Holy Spirit who will intercede for us when we don’t know what to ask for!

~ Romans 8:26-28

“Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groaning too deep for words. And he who searches hearts knows what is the mind of the Spirit, because[ the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to the will of God. And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.”

“Our prayers are not always answered by a speciﬁc action. Sometimes our prayers are answered with a shift in our attitude or in our emotions. After prayers we may ﬁnd that conﬁdence has replaced our fear, contentment has replaced our desire, hope has replaced our despair, comfort has replaced our grief, patience has replaced our frustration, joy has replaced our spirit of heaviness and love has replaced our anger. I know many of us are shaken by the events in the past few weeks so, let’s look at Isaiah and see how he coped:

When Isaiah’s life was shaken, he responded by looking up. Par conséquent, he had a fresh vision of the Lord. This is the time to look up…from our knees! Let’s ask God to give us a fresh vision of Himself. Because, God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear… since He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust. Surely he will save you from…the deadly pestilence…You will not fear the terror of night…nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday. A thousand may fall at your side, ten thousand at your right hand, but it will not come near you…” Anne Graham Lotz