Wed, Feb 1st - 10:36AM
Good Morning Bloggers!!
I have had so much positive and wonderful messages from those who were inspired to write me a message about "Waiting on God". This is such a good subject as I think we all face it at some point. And like I said to someone who posted a comment to the blog, we live in such a microwave soceity that everyone including myself, want's it now!!
This world is so messed up. I am so thankful that I have the knowledge that I do (and if I don't, I know where to look). We live in such a lost and dying world, but I want to fight for every corner, with every fiber of my being to bring more people to the knowledge of the truth!!
I thought that I might give you all some Maura past history. This is not the easiest thing to hear or to write about. But if it brings someone a little bit of help with their own struggles and where to find help, then I am all for the telling.
I came from a very mentally abusive childhood. I do not remember anytime when I could smile or have joy in my life as a child. I lived in constant fear. It was my father that was the abusive one. He was abused by his parents. This is not to let him off the hook for what he did, but it explains how he thought he had a "right" to treat me harshly. My mother then died of Cancer in front of me at the age of 17 which left me with alone with my abuser. My sisters left home very shortly. This left me alone with my two younger brothers and who needed my dad at the time. He only came home on the weekends. ( sometimes there would be no food in the house)In a way it was good. In a way it was tragic. My brothers were 11 and 13. To hide there pain they would bring any drug they could home and stick it on the kitchen table. They were never sober after that. I tried to tell my dad. He did'nt care. During this time, I felt the calling indwelling of God. Even though all the pain and turmoil. I lived on the edge of existance. I married the first man that looked twice at me to get out. I am ashamed of this, but I think I was in survival mode. I lived with him for 18 years. He was never supposed to be the man for me. (He was mentally abusive, just like my dad). In all of this God used situations to make me the person that I am now. You would think by looking at me that I lived a "charmed life". I look well and not hardened by life. This is God. He has made me soft-hearted for all those in pain. To want to bring Christ to all those that need Him(everyone). I was not allowed to go to church when I was a kid. Look at me now! I teach the word of God everyother Sunday!! Amazing!!
Waiting...yes I am waiting...for Christ to come back and kick some butt to all those children with fear in their eyes and who dread the next day and for all those saints that long to see his face. I am so happy to be able to be in the company of Christians around this planet!! I feel for those that are imprisoned for their faith and blessed that I can be in a country that lets me have the freedom to be a Christian. God that pain should produce Character and hopefully a little wisdom and understanding. Not as man understands, but as He does.
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