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The
TIMES OF refreshing
Husbands, love your wives, even as Christ also loved the A
new commandment I give unto you, That ye love one another;
Her Saturday started like any other Saturday with all the usual chores needing to be done. It wasn’t easy working full time and being a wife and mother to four children. Thanks goodness they were well behaved (most of the time), and were off playing with their cousins. Her husband was at his parents (when will the man finally leave his mother and cleave to his wife), helping his mother move things to another room and would soon be home. That gave her a little time to herself before everyone started wanting this and that.
She went in the bedroom and sat on the
bed to read her latest mystery novel, when the door slammed and she
heard husband calling her. Darn!
She thought he would be gone a little longer.
He had stopped by the mailbox, picked up the mail, and as usual,
was fussing about the bills. “What
is it this time?” she wondered. He
had opened the phone bill and was fussing because it was so high.
She spent a lot of time talking to her sister, who lived in
another state. They called
each other every morning and had prayer together, sometimes the prayers
were long; it all depended on the Holy Spirit, and a couple of times
during the week to catch up on things.
She knew the bill was going to be higher this month, but why all
the fuss, after all she was working too.
She got up and went in the living room to listen to him. When she
got tired told him not to worry about the bill she would pay it herself
and then turned and went back into the room.
What happened next would change her for the rest of her life. She started down the hallway when she felt something hard push her to the floor. My God! It was her husband hitting and fussing at her. This couldn’t be happening to her. He had pushed her around before, but nothing like this. This must be a dream, but the pain was too real. He had knocked her to the floor and was hitting her hard. She managed to get him off of her and make it to the bedroom and tried to close the door. But it was useless, she was pushing against a 250-pound man, and she only weighed half that. He pushed his way in the room, knocked her down on the bed, the whole time fussing about her walking away from him, saying that it was like telling him to kiss her behind. She was screaming at him to stop and get off of her. Dear Lord this man was losing his mind! Surely a phone bill couldn’t have brought all this on! And why would he think she was telling him to kiss her behind? Never mind now; she needed him to get off of her. She fought back with all she could, but he was sitting on top of her and too heavy to push off. She felt his hands go around her neck and he started choking her. She could feel the life draining from her body. Oh Lord he is going to kill me; she though. I can’t die like this. What will happen to my children?
So many thoughts were going through her head.
Jesus, no don’t let this happen. Where are you?
She remembered crying out (or was she only thinking she cried
out) Lord if you let me live I promise you I will make a change and
get out of this. She heard her kids come in.
She couldn’t let them see her like this, but how could she hide
it? They would see her face and she would have to explain. She fixed herself up and came out the room.
Her oldest saw her face and started asking questions.
He wanted to know what happened to his mother!
Her husband started trying to explain that some times things
happen in marriage, etc. Her
son wasn’t listening to any of that.
He started telling his father, how can you tell us that boys
aren’t supposed to hit girls and you do this to Mom?
They were upset, and no explanation he gave them would satisfy
them. (It was after she
divorced him that her son told her that when his father fell asleep that
night, he got a knife out with intentions of killing him.
He said it had to have been Jesus that stopped him when he got to
the door, because he couldn’t explain why he didn’t). She would find no comfort in talking to her mother; after all she had been married to an abusive husband for years, and didn’t know how to escape. It was after the divorce that her mother told her she feared that her daughter was living her life all over again; and she didn’t know how to help her. It would be a week before she would let her Godmother see her. She knew that her Godmother would explode when she saw her, and would want to kill him. She had warned him before were married that if he ever laid a hand on her, he would answer to her. So why didn’t she go to her right away? She was embarrassed, that’s why. Embarrassed that she allowed something like this to happen to her. She found strength and comfort with her Godmother, and she helped her to find the help she needed. She knew she couldn’t stay married to him any
longer. She didn’t want
her daughters thinking that was married life (that was what she had
thought). She didn’t want them believing that it was okay for a man
to beat up on you, as long as he said he was sorry and brought you a lot
of nice gifts afterwards (oh yes, he showered her with gifts). And most important, she didn’t want her sons thinking
hitting a woman was a manly thing, and that somehow women deserved it.
NO! This was not going to happen to them like it happened to
her! The cycle of abuse was
going to be broken. The
cycle was stopping here. NO
matter what people thought about her, it was going to stop!! She was determined to show them that with the help of the
Lord she could make it.
Was she scared? Yes! She had never been on her on before, and now she had four kids. Dear Lord how was she going to make it? Her mother-in-law had already told her that no man would want a woman with four kids. And when you fail, don’t coming crawling back to my son (It would be those very words from her mother-in-law that would make her succeed)! And this from a Christian woman! Instead of her talking to her son about how to treat his wife, she was lecturing her. Telling her to get past it and move on. And why was she saying this? Well, her husband (my husband’s father) had abused her, and she had stayed (and that was why my husband was so shocked when I divorced him). Well that was the choice she made, but it was going to stop with her children. She remembered the promise she made to the Lord,
when she thought she was dying. “Lord if you let me live I promise
you I will make a change and get out of this”.
You know we make all kinds of promises to the Lord when we are in
a tight spot, and we forget about them when thing get better.
Not this time, this was one promise she would keep.
Oh yes, things got better for a while, but in her mind she remembered he
tried to kill her. The nightmares wouldn't go away. Being in an abusive marriage is like being
trapped in a burning building. If you stay you will surely die.
If you try and make it out of that burning building, you may be
scarred, but that scar will heal. I can’t tell you to leave your husband, that is a decision only you can make. However, I can tell you to get help, I can tell you that being married shouldn't mean death, and I can tell you that there is forgiveness in Jesus Christ. Only you and God know what is going on in your house, and I know that God didn’t intend for women to be beaten by their husband or any man. You can make it, I made it with four children. Jesus did it! I am a survivor, and you can survive too.
HELP
FOR ABUSED WOMEN
SHE CRIED HELP!
ABUSE is a killer! ABUSE is a
robber! ABUSE is a destroyer! ABUSE is SATAN
in action working thru a human being to destroy the work of God and all
His creation...it is out to destroy YOU! It will steal your joy, it will
destroy your self worth, it will rob your well-being, it will attack and
destroy your mental abilities, it will kill you, with temptations of
suicide. ABUSE IS DEADLY not matter what form it comes in
or who it comes through! It has a purpose, it has an agenda, it has a
target. It leads to one goal...death in some form!! ABUSE is
sent from the pits of hell with intent on destruction by any means
possible!
Perhaps this is why God is
calling forth an Army of Women to minister in these last days! God's
heart is still LOVE! HE
IS NOT LOOKING THE "OTHER WAY"...BUT DIRECTLY AT THE NEED OF
HIS DAUGHTERS! A
strong woman works out everyday to keep her body in shape, A
strong woman isn't afraid of anything, but a woman of strength
shows c
A
strong woman won't let anyone get the best of her,
A
strong woman makes mistakes and avoids the same in the future,
A
strong woman walks sure footedly, but a woman of strength knows
A
strong woman wears the look of confidence on her face,
A
strong woman has faith that she is strong for the journey, but a
woman of
But
you, woman, I fashioned after I breathed the breath of life into man
because of your nostrils are too delicate. I allowed a deep sleep
to come over him so I could patiently and perfectly fashion you. Man
was put to sleep so that he could not interfere with the creativity.
From one bone, I fashioned you, I chose the bone that protects man's
life I
chose the rib, which protects his heart and lungs and supports him, as
you are meant to do. Around
this one bone, I shaped you... I modeled you. I created you perfectly
and beautifully. Your characteristics are as the rib, strong yet
delicate and fragile. You provide protection for the most delicate organ
in man, his heart. His heart is the center of his being; his lungs hold
the breath of life. The
rib cage will allow itself to be broken before it will allow
damage to the heart.
To Support man as the rib cage supports the body. You
were not taken from his feet, to be under him, nor were you taken from
his head to be above him. You were taken from his side, to stand beside
him and be held close to his side. You
are my perfect angel...You are my beautiful little girl. You have grown
to be a splendid woman of excellence, and my eyes fill when I see
the virtues in your heart. Your eyes...
don't change them Adam
walked with me in the cool of the day, yet he was lonely. He could
not see me or touch me. He could only feel me. So
everything I wanted Adam to share and experience with me, I fashioned in
you; my holiness, my strength, my purity, my love, my protection and
support. You
are special because you are an extension of me. Man represents my image,
woman my emotions. Together, you represent the totality of God. So
man... treat women well. Love her, for she is fragile. Respect
her, for she is strong. Remember her, for she is Me.
Recipe
For Life
Recipe For Life Take a half-cup of sorrow and pour it right on in, Now let the dough rest in the mercy and grace, It will rise after three days, now filling up the place. The sin, tears, and sorrow now seem to disappear, In fact, there is just a hint of the taste of the fear. The taste of the grace is amazing, you will see, The mercy is so filling after just bites two or three. The grace and mercy together form a filling of peace, The taste of which you’ll wish would never cease. Now the recipe is best shared with others everyday, It’s to be savored with a warm cup of joy all along the way.
~Lean
On Me~ As
the road ahead seems rugged Then
I turn to see who's coming
"Lean
on me..... Lean
on me......
Then
when I felt that no one cared When
the burden got so heavy
"Lean
on me...... Lean
on me......
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