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

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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.”

 

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I was part of the sexual Abuse Recovery Bible Study with a small group of women through the “My Ashes To Beauty” ministry. And when I agreed to participate, I figured it had been so many decades since the abuses took place that there wouldn’t be any new discoveries. Well, it turns out there were things that I had not yet processed, even with all the counseling I had over the years.

I had the opportunity to mourn the loss of a safe and happy childhood and teen years that every girl deserves to experience. One of the things that really moved me is when we shared photos of the timeframe that we lost our innocence. I felt such compassion for the other women’s photos and how precious and vulnerable they appeared at the time of their abuses. When I looked at my photo, I felt such love and mercy for the young adolescent girl, that was me; I shed tears over that. I didn’t see myself back then, the way I now do. I had blamed myself for the abuses and couldn’t see beyond how it defined me. I was reminded over the course of this study that I am God’s precious and adored daughter! And that was definitely a good thing to allow to sink into my heart!

As I got to know the women in this intimate setting and hear their stories, I realized, I’m not alone in this, that others have experienced similar atrocities and it endeared me to them. We bonded in a way that goes beyond a typical group gathering for prayer or Bible study. I got the sense that God brought this particular group together so we could pray for, encourage and show one another that there is further healing and work to be done. The prayers that were prayed over us was like a healing balm that sunk deep into my soul!

Sexual abuse recovery takes time, as we peel away layers of false beliefs and negative thinking which keeps us in bondage and from moving further on the beautiful path that God has for each of us to walk. Not only do we need to continue to grow in Him, but He also wants to use us to show others the healing and forgiveness that is waiting for them, through His love. This study ws a safe place to share and be vulnerable with like-minded women.

His beloved,

Lúcia

 

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Da vergonha à vitória (Parte 1): Minha infância quebrada

Rhonda’s Story

When I was a kid, I remember being happy, wanting to understand why everything was the way it was, full of curiosity and questions. I loved playing outside, I loved my brother and I loved animals. I loved Sunday fishing, car rides and visiting family. I had a vivid imagination that helped me to escape from the reality of my dysfunctional childhood.

My parents had been dating for a while, and then they eloped. My dad decided he wanted to see Sault Ste. Marie. My mom wanted to go, so they got married. They never made it there; they stopped short in North Bay and rented a place. Dad got a job and along came my brother. Mom’s pregnancy was difficult, and she was told not to have any more kids. My Dad refused to have one child, so two and a half years later with much resentment from my mother, I was born; she and I never bonded.

I remember being afraid of my mother when I was young as she was angry a lot. She told me she had me because my father made her and that she never wanted me. I felt like I was a burden, an inconvenience. I understand now that she was angry about her life and her inability to speak up for herself.

When I was about five, my mom was in the living room crying. I asked her what was the matter, and she looked at me and said my dad had slept with his boss’s sister, he may lose his job and she didn’t know if she was going to stay married to him. I remember being scared, not really understanding and thinking I did something wrong to cause this.

 

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Minha vida mudaria para sempre (Parte 3): Tentando lidar com a dor

April’s Story

The years going forward were a total blur. I went through school and tried to do my best, but there was always sadness in my heart. I started to become insecure over friendships and people in general. My spirit was broken. I was insecure and looking for acceptance. I knew I couldn’t get it at home since my parents drinking and abuse had gotten worse after the kidnap. I knew they loved me, but I also knew something was wrong.

I started skipping school in the 7th grade and became attracted to boys and sex. I spent a lot of time at my friend’s house, partying and having fun. We moved to Lantana to a new house and what we thought would be a new life. But by the time I was in 9th grade, I was sexually active. You might think I would want nothing to do with sex after my kidnap and rape, but it was the thrill. And God was not in my life. I started dating a guy that was many years older than me, and it was almost as if I was being raped at my will. I felt so much shame when I was with him.

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Minha vida mudaria para sempre (Parte 2): Meu resgate milagroso

April’s Story

I could hear the police outside, yelling to the rapist that they knew I was in the apartment! Within moments they broke in and took him into custody. My cousin and brother came running in to release me from this torture. My cousin grabbed me and ran home. It was VICTORY! I was immediately placed into the tub, and there was a detective taking pictures and asking questions. I felt that I was rescued from the pit of hell.

I was taken to the hospital to be examined, which was awkward and very uncomfortable. I was in shock, in pain and bleeding. I would have to have surgery to repair what was damaged. While lying in the hospital bed, I fell asleep only to be woken by a dream of all that happened. It’s as if I just relived the whole experience. I just wanted to feel normal. I just wanted to go back to school to be with my friends and feel like a 12-year-old girl again. I no longer felt Innocent, pure or clean. My thoughts were corrupted. My life was turned upside down. I wondered, how was I going to do this life anymore? I remember an outpouring of love from my 6th grade peers. There was one thing that helped me. I wish I could say it was Jesus, but I didn’t know him yet. But I was picked up at the school by a detective and brought to a counseling office to talk about what had happened. I believe the counseling helped me sort out my feelings about the experience. A lot was erased from my memory, which I believe was God’s way of protecting me.

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