ABUSE
I so remember her saying, "I am sick of it and I bet you are too. All those social media posts that give thanks to God for their miraculous healing, as if God showered his favor on them while ignoring so many others". The insanity gets even more ridiculous when the writer says "God answered my prayers". I say, tell that to the person that is dying, hungry, abused, scared, lonely, etc. Now the narrative boxes God into a corner with phrases like "if it's God's will, or Trust God with your life, or and this is my favorite, God doesn't give you more than you can handle".
Have you ever been to a shelter for abused women? How about a third world country where people are literally starving to death? Or, that person that is so lonely and depressed that death is a great escape. Do you know the depths of fear some people face in this world? These are praying people, God fearing people, but somehow, someway, for some odd reason, it's as if God has turned his back on them. No, seriously, don't make light of this, think about it. How about the person going through cancer treatment FEARING for their life. They enter into an aggressive well executed treatment protocol. The plan works and the cancer is in remission. Instead of thinking the medical community they boldly express God's miracle. If they were so faithful and trusting in the miracle why even go through the treatment.
I know a lady that has dealt with horrific abuse for years. Her husband physically, emotionally and sexually abused her in ways we can't imagine. It was silent wounds that few felt or understood. After years of this treatment she came to believe that she wasn't worthy of being anything other than a doormat, punching bag, or sex object. God didn't need her, no upstanding man in his right mind would want her, she was damaged goods. Thank goodness she accepted her fate and the months turned to years, the hope waned as did the emotions. She was cold to the world yet to everyone around her the wounds she carried were invisible.
It was crazy how it happened, the wreck didn't even seem that bad. The car eased through a stop sign and was hit in the passenger side at low speed. She (the abused lady) witnessed the accident and decided to walk over to the car to see if everyone was okay. When she got to the drivers window she instantly knew that the girl needed immediate help. Cars were driving by looking but no one stopped because it seemed like incidental contact. People were getting mad because the car was blocking the intersection. The person in the other car took a quick glance and realized the minimal damage was not worth the police report so they drove off. Surveying the situation quickly, she noticed the girl wasn't bleeding, at least not obvious anyway. Then she saw it, the open medicine bottle with pills spilled everywhere. She screamed at the girl, DID YOU OVERDOSE, and with barely a whimper the girl nodded yes. Time was of the essence now. Beings the car was driveable she pushed her over and drove the wrecked vehicle to the hospital. all the while praying to God to please please save her. Why was she praying anyway, God didn't listen to her, heck God didn't even know she existed. Never the less she prayed and prayed. Finally reaching the emergency entrance she ran in to get help. The medical team took control. She waited for what seemed like hours to hear how her new friend was doing.
Finally two doctors approached and ask if she was the girls family. She briefly explained what had happened and ask how she was doing. The elderly doctor sit down with me and with deep sadness told me that she had died. I was crushed beyond words, I had tried so hard to make a difference and even in this moment of need, I failed. God did in fact hate me. The elderly doctor took her hand and said there is something I must tell you. In all my years of practicing I have never witnessed the presence of God like I did with that girl. She regained conscientiousness for a few minutes and in that time she began to tell us about the abuse you have been facing. She said that God had placed her at that intersection at that very moment to prove to you that your heart is on fire for the love of God. A cold heart would have walked away from trouble but you walked into it. She said that God is going to relieve you of the abuse and put your life on a path to help others. She went on to say that miracles are not from God they are from people that love God. Then the doctor shared the final moments of her life. He said that suddenly her body began to shut down and her voice became faint, and in her last words were "the storms of life prepared you for what lies ahead, your life matters, now live it".
So often in life we get confused as to what is God and who are we. We all have our opinions as to how the eternal works with the here and now. I obviously do not have the answers, nor do I claim too. What I cling so hard too though is that love creates these things we call miracles. Being open to the fact that God uses people as instruments of peace. Just when we feel like rock bottom is lower than we can ever escape from that tiny spark becomes an ember and before long the fire turns to flames. Our heart isn't cold, it simply needs to feel the warmth of love. The story above does have elements of truth too it. I met the lady that was abused and she shared her life journey. Even though she once felt totally hopeless, one accident, brought two lives together, through that unity God set the motions of miracles in place. The moral of this blog is this "never ever ever give up. Even when you the deck is stacked against you, the laws of love are still actively seeking billows to fan the ember so it can be the spark that lights up your life".
God bless
Dale
Have you ever been to a shelter for abused women? How about a third world country where people are literally starving to death? Or, that person that is so lonely and depressed that death is a great escape. Do you know the depths of fear some people face in this world? These are praying people, God fearing people, but somehow, someway, for some odd reason, it's as if God has turned his back on them. No, seriously, don't make light of this, think about it. How about the person going through cancer treatment FEARING for their life. They enter into an aggressive well executed treatment protocol. The plan works and the cancer is in remission. Instead of thinking the medical community they boldly express God's miracle. If they were so faithful and trusting in the miracle why even go through the treatment.
I know a lady that has dealt with horrific abuse for years. Her husband physically, emotionally and sexually abused her in ways we can't imagine. It was silent wounds that few felt or understood. After years of this treatment she came to believe that she wasn't worthy of being anything other than a doormat, punching bag, or sex object. God didn't need her, no upstanding man in his right mind would want her, she was damaged goods. Thank goodness she accepted her fate and the months turned to years, the hope waned as did the emotions. She was cold to the world yet to everyone around her the wounds she carried were invisible.
It was crazy how it happened, the wreck didn't even seem that bad. The car eased through a stop sign and was hit in the passenger side at low speed. She (the abused lady) witnessed the accident and decided to walk over to the car to see if everyone was okay. When she got to the drivers window she instantly knew that the girl needed immediate help. Cars were driving by looking but no one stopped because it seemed like incidental contact. People were getting mad because the car was blocking the intersection. The person in the other car took a quick glance and realized the minimal damage was not worth the police report so they drove off. Surveying the situation quickly, she noticed the girl wasn't bleeding, at least not obvious anyway. Then she saw it, the open medicine bottle with pills spilled everywhere. She screamed at the girl, DID YOU OVERDOSE, and with barely a whimper the girl nodded yes. Time was of the essence now. Beings the car was driveable she pushed her over and drove the wrecked vehicle to the hospital. all the while praying to God to please please save her. Why was she praying anyway, God didn't listen to her, heck God didn't even know she existed. Never the less she prayed and prayed. Finally reaching the emergency entrance she ran in to get help. The medical team took control. She waited for what seemed like hours to hear how her new friend was doing.
Finally two doctors approached and ask if she was the girls family. She briefly explained what had happened and ask how she was doing. The elderly doctor sit down with me and with deep sadness told me that she had died. I was crushed beyond words, I had tried so hard to make a difference and even in this moment of need, I failed. God did in fact hate me. The elderly doctor took her hand and said there is something I must tell you. In all my years of practicing I have never witnessed the presence of God like I did with that girl. She regained conscientiousness for a few minutes and in that time she began to tell us about the abuse you have been facing. She said that God had placed her at that intersection at that very moment to prove to you that your heart is on fire for the love of God. A cold heart would have walked away from trouble but you walked into it. She said that God is going to relieve you of the abuse and put your life on a path to help others. She went on to say that miracles are not from God they are from people that love God. Then the doctor shared the final moments of her life. He said that suddenly her body began to shut down and her voice became faint, and in her last words were "the storms of life prepared you for what lies ahead, your life matters, now live it".
So often in life we get confused as to what is God and who are we. We all have our opinions as to how the eternal works with the here and now. I obviously do not have the answers, nor do I claim too. What I cling so hard too though is that love creates these things we call miracles. Being open to the fact that God uses people as instruments of peace. Just when we feel like rock bottom is lower than we can ever escape from that tiny spark becomes an ember and before long the fire turns to flames. Our heart isn't cold, it simply needs to feel the warmth of love. The story above does have elements of truth too it. I met the lady that was abused and she shared her life journey. Even though she once felt totally hopeless, one accident, brought two lives together, through that unity God set the motions of miracles in place. The moral of this blog is this "never ever ever give up. Even when you the deck is stacked against you, the laws of love are still actively seeking billows to fan the ember so it can be the spark that lights up your life".
God bless
Dale
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