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Wrestling With God
I wasn’t a virgin when I got married. That decision was stolen from when I was three. In fact, from the age of 3 until the age of 12ish, a lot of things were stolen from me.
Momma and Daddy never knew what happened every Wednesday night when they went bowling and left me with relatives. They didn’t realize their little girl was being used and abused every time they left the house.
I grew up knowing right from wrong, but what happened to me during those 10 years moved my moral boundaries from what I knew to be right to what experience had taught me.
With my innocence stolen and my view of love skewed, I did what a majority of girls do who were abused as a child…I became promiscuous.
And, so at 17, I was pregnant – then married. At 18, I was divorced and a single mom. At 21, I was married again, and by 22 I was divorced again and a single mom.
I met my husband in a bar. Got pregnant, then married again. I was a mess!
It’s never easy for me to share my pre-Jesus-in-my-life story. It certainly isn’t a pretty one. In fact, my very conception was a reminder of how messed up my life was. My birth mom was raped and I was the result.
But to be honest with you, I never really “felt” it. Although I was becoming the product of my painful past as well as the product of my own destructive decisions, my heart never hurt. I just kept moving forward as if it was happening to someone else.
Maybe I was just in survivor mode. Perhaps I never grasped the gravity of it all. Or maybe the Lord just shielded the little girl in me. I don’t know. But my heart never mourned my lost innocence. I never grieved over the child that got lost in the abuse or the adult that lost her way.
Not until after my mom died last November.
So many questions left unanswered. So many words left unsaid. Somehow I emerged from the funeral fog with a plethora of unexplainable emotions. And there I was – letting my heart wander to the place where I began to wonder what could have been – what should have been.
That’s when the wrestling began.
I’ve been a Christian long enough to know that God does not ordain sin – that my childhood abuse wasn’t part of His plan for my life. I knew that if I hadn’t endured that, I wouldn’t be who I am and where I am today – but I also knew my heart was hurting like never before over something that happened so long ago. Some things should just never be – and childhood abuse is one of them.
I didn’t question why it happened. I just didn’t understand why I was finally feeling it at 48. My heart ached. Deeply. Desperately. Relentlessly. A decade of pain showed up over three decades later and all I could do was grieve. “Oh God, it hurts SO bad!” “Why am I hurting now?” “Oh LORD, PLEASE! I don’t want to feel the jolts from the rocky road of my life!”
Like Jacob, I was in a wrestling match of the Divine kind and I wouldn’t let go – I couldn’t let go…Not until He blessed me!
“And Jacob was left alone. And a man wrestled with him until the breaking of the day. When the man saw that he did not prevail against Jacob, he touched his hip socket, and Jacob’s hip was put out of joint as he wrestled with him. Then he said, “Let me go, for the day has broken.” But Jacob said, “I will not let you go unless you bless me.” Genesis 32:24-26
And that’s when it happened. Somewhere in the midst of the pain, Jesus whispered peace to my heart with the answer I knew all along.
When I was a little girl, God shielded me from the pain and I walked through that whole thing like much like the four Hebrew children who were thrown into the fiery furnace. The smoke of the abuse still lingered in my foolish decisions, but I never felt the heat of the flames of abuse.
But now, the wounds were as fresh as if it just happened.
It was there, in the midst of that wrestling match that God gripped my heart and I quit groping for relief. It was there I rested in the realization that not everything we go through is only for ourselves. Sometimes we must be broken if we are going to be poured out for others.
And so I was.
In a corner of my life…a solitary place – God showed up and a wrestling match ensued. I desperately clung to Him – not for answers – but for Him alone – for the blessing of Himself. And before the sun would shine in my heart again, He touched a part of my life where I thought I was strong only to make my wounds more sensitive than before and more obvious than ever.
For my own healing? I’m sure. But perhaps even for yours.
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