Como Deus mudou minha dor (Parte 1 & 2) por Luci

Como Deus mudou minha dor (Parte 1 & 2) por Luci

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COMO DEUS TRANSFORMOU MINHA DOR (Parte 1) por Luci

Quando eu era muito jovem, ainda dormindo em um berço, Eu já me senti inseguro. Meu irmão mais velho gostava de me provocar, o que continuou durante toda a minha infância. Era como se ele tivesse um demônio o guiando para me causar dor e medo! Enquanto a noite caía, ele viria para o meu berço, incline-se e chegue bem perto do meu rosto, me assustando tanto que tudo que pude fazer foi ficar ali com os olhos arregalados, olhando para ele, desejando que ele fosse embora! Este irmão continuou a me insultar de várias maneiras, ao longo dos anos, até que o abuso sexual ocorreu quando eu era 11. Ele conseguiu outro irmão para se juntar; Eu ainda estava com muito medo e guardei tudo para mim. Eu fui uma vítima para todos os efeitos; meus pais não eram educadores, então eu não fui até eles, acreditando que eles iriam me culpar. Houve uma grande vergonha associada ao que estava acontecendo. Criei um ressentimento e até um ódio pelos meus irmãos e pelos meus pais por não terem me protegido do tormento por tantos anos! Descobri mais tarde, na adolescência, que meu pai lia revistas pornográficas e essa era a principal fonte do mau funcionamento de meu irmão.. Além disso, ele estava molestando minhas irmãs mais velhas.

Na idade de 12, Fui atraída e estuprada por um homem da minha vizinhança que estava quase 10 anos mais velho. Foi de novo, assustador E doloroso. Depois daquele encontro, Comecei minha jornada de promiscuidade e abuso. Era muito raro eu me encontrar na companhia de um homem jovem ou mais velho respeitoso e atencioso. Era como se eu tivesse as palavras ‘USE E ABUSE DE MIM’ na minha testa! Eu odiava minha vida e acreditava que era feio e imperfeito.

Tendo saído de casa com a idade de 15, Eu tentei fazer isso sozinho. Mas descobri que o mundo é um lugar perigoso para uma jovem nas ruas. eu seria estuprada, molestado e abusado várias vezes, por vários conhecidos e estranhos na época em que eu estava 18. Entrei para a Força Aérea em 19 depois que um policial local tentou me molestar. Decidi que o exército seria um lugar seguro para descansar e fornecer refeições regulares. Mas minha disfunção me acompanhou enquanto eu continuava a fazer escolhas erradas com os homens. Eu estava sofrendo no fundo e me senti sem esperança. Lembro-me de ter sido enviado para aconselhamento no primeiro ano e do homem que estava lá para “me ajudar”, me fez pior! Ele me disse que eu era frágil e ele estava certo; Eu chorei com a menor coisa! então, para mostrar seu ponto, enquanto em aconselhamento, ele se aproximou de mim e gritou alto! Eu pulei e comecei a chorar. Ele parecia satisfeito por ter apresentado seu ponto de vista tão bem. Eu nunca voltei para ele! Os homens eram meus inimigos e a maioria das mulheres não era confiável.

Continuei ao longo dos anos com um senso extremamente prejudicial de mim mesmo e dos outros. No 24, Fiquei grávida de um homem que mal conhecia. Como tantos outros homens, eu me permiti ser usado por, ele mentiu para mim, disse que fez vasectomia e queria muito ficar comigo! Depois que ele terminou de conseguir o que queria, ele se foi e eu fiquei sozinho. Não tive tempo de me perguntar por que todas essas coisas terríveis continuavam acontecendo comigo; Eu precisava me ocupar e “resolver esse problema”! Esse foi o meu MO; Concluí que ninguém cuidaria de mim, eu tive que fazer isso sozinho!

No 25, aproximadamente 9 meses depois de abortar meu filho, o Senhor me mostrou Seu perdão e foi aí que minha jornada de cura e restauração começou! Naquele momento no tempo, quando me rendi a Sua Senhoria, Ele me deu uma nova identidade, um que Ele sempre pretendeu que eu tivesse! Passei de vítima espancada a preciosa, linda e amada filha do Rei! Agora eu estava seguro e sob o olhar atento de meu Pai celestial.

Salmo 34:18 “Perto está o Senhor dos que têm o coração quebrantado e salva os de espírito quebrantado.

Eu desenvolvi tantas cicatrizes ao longo dos anos que levaria algum tempo para superar toda a dor e os múltiplos níveis de mentiras e pensamentos distorcidos.. Comecei a frequentar uma pequena igreja e lá conheci um homem mais velho que me orientou na Palavra de Deus.. Ele era um modelo incrível de homem piedoso que me tratou com dignidade e respeito! Foi nesse ponto que comecei a me abrir para a possibilidade de que houvesse outros homens no mundo que não abusariam e se aproveitariam de mim, mas poderia ser respeitoso e realmente me amar sem segundas intenções.

Minha jornada de cura e restauração continua até hoje; Deus está derramando amorosamente em mim, gentilmente ensinando e trazendo outras pessoas para o meu mundo que me mostram Seu amor gracioso. E Ele também está me usando, 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 “Bendito seja o Deus e Pai de nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, que nos conforta em todas as nossas aflições, para que possamos confortar aqueles que estão em qualquer aflição, 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.”

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

 

Bênçãos,

Lúcia

A história de Luci (Parte 1 & 2)

A história de Luci (Parte 1 & 2)

Luci's Story: Inocência perdida

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A história de Luci (Parte 1): Inocência perdida

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. então, 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. Na verdade, 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. Now, Compreendo, that the only men who would expect a young woman to betray herself in this way are dysfunctional, perverted and selfish.

Na idade 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. então, 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.

Na idade 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 abaixo.

Bênçãos,

Lúcia

Ver A história de Luci (Parte 2) abaixo.

 

A história de Luci (Parte 2): Deus abençoou minha estrada quebrada

 

In my last blog, (Parte 1) Inocência perdida, 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! então, 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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