To God Be the Glory.....Great Things HE Has Done!

I never get tired of sharing the experiences in my life where God has done great things.  Not only is it a chance to testify to others of God’s unfailing mercy and grace, but it also serves as a reminder to me when I am in yet another trial, that he is always faithful.  God wants us to remember his good works.

In Joshua 4, God had twelve men, one from each tribe of Israel to build a memorial out of stones from the Jordan River.  The memorial was to serve as a permanent reminder of what God had done.

⁶ Let this be a sign among you, so that when your children ask later, saying, ‘What do these stones mean to you?’ ⁷ then you shall say to them, ‘Because the waters of the Jordan were cut off before the ark of the covenant of the LORD; when it crossed the Jordan, the waters of the Jordan were cut off.’ So these stones shall become a memorial to the sons of Israel forever.”

I believe that God intended us to recall his work, whether we choose to make a physical reminder of it or we choose to tell of it. There are quite a few times in my life where God has done the unthinkable, reminding me that nothing is impossible through him.  Today, I will share one of those experiences.

6 months before I left my abusive marriage one of the most severe physical altercations took place.  The girls were sleeping, and I was in trouble over something that he had ordered me to do, that did not play out in the way he thought it should have.  He had been tearing into me verbally for quite some time, when I disappeared in a room on the other side of the house, in the dark with the door closed, crying in distress.  He came in, angry that I was crying and began yelling and spitting in my face. As he escalated in rage, he positioned his 250 lb body over top of me, grabbed my arms, and began beating my 105lb body into the floor.  While I had grown accustomed to his abusive episodes over the years, this particular night had escalated to far more than it ever had and I was sure I was going to either die or be put in the hospital with severe injuries.   In the midst of his fury, I managed to pull away enough to grab my cell phone and frantically began dialing 911, but he took my phone and threw it against the wall before I was able to press send. I was hopeless, I was scared, and I had absolutely no way of escaping. My dialing 911 only made him grow angrier and he pulled me up by my arms and began smashing my head into the dresser that was next to us.  When I began screaming as loud as I could to wake the girls up for help, he began suffocating me. I knew I was going to die.  It was about this time that something happened that perplexed me.  Just as I had accepted the fact that I would not make it through this situation, out of nowhere he grabbed his chest and fell onto the floor in pain and shortness of breath.  He kept repeating to me “You gave me a heart attack!”  I sat motionless for a few moments staring at him…..then I got up, walked out, and left him on the floor to reap the consequences of his actions.  I felt in a state of shock. I wasn’t sure what had just happened.   I went into my bathroom to gain composure. There were dark bruises in the shape of large fingers on each arm where he had been squeezing them, marks on my jaw line where he had covered my face, and on the back of my head I could feel bruises where my head had been hit continuously. I cannot begin to explain the emotions I had inside.  While I was filled with pain, I was also thankful that I had somehow been given a chance to walk away alive, though I couldn’t understand how.  As I began looking back on that evening, it grew clearer to me that God had acted on my behalf, in my weakness.  Like any father, intervening after watching his daughter suffer, it seemed to be an action that said, “THAT’S ENOUGH!” Had it not been for that, I doubt I would be here today speaking of it.  I am so thankful to him for saving my life that evening.  It’s one of those things I’ll never forget. 

I thank God every day for rescuing me from abuse.  Even more for doing in my life more than I could have ever imagined in my wildest dreams……for giving to me a husband who loves me like Jesus does.  I am so blessed! Imagine what it would look like, if we had a trophy for each time God worked for the good in our life.  What an awesome reminder it would be to us on a daily basis that God’s promises are true!

I will not die but live, and will proclaim what the LORD has done.  Psalm 118:17



This Too Shall Pass.....Don't Miss It!

My husband and I just began reading a book called “The Resolution.”  He’s reading the one for men and I’m reading the one for women.  Both of us has a set of resolutions in our books, resolving to be the man or woman God created us to be, resolving to be the Husband/Wife he would have us to be for each other, and resolving to be the Father/Mother he would have us to be for our children.  I have to say, after reading the list of resolutions; it seems that this will be an exciting yet challenging journey.

Last night I read the first chapter towards…. resolving to be content.  How much time do we waste shuffling through our life in a hurry to get to a better, more content place in life?  What important things have we missed in the hurried shuffle? These are things that I was to ask myself after reading the first few pages.   We only have one time to be where we are at each moment in our life. Once the moments pass us, we can’t get them back.

As I sit at home with my baby girl each day taking care of her and watching her grow and discovery new things, I sometimes start to think about all the things I missed out on during the years I spent living in abuse.  It saddens me to know that with my older 3 daughters, much of their early years flew right past my eyes without me having the ability to enjoy them at each stage of their development.   For one, I was a single mom well before I left the abusive relationship. When my 3^rd daughter was born, her older sisters were only 16 months and 2 years old (almost 3). I was so tired from handling 3 tiny tots on my own. I didn’t have any help. I could not so much as go to the store without having to bring them all with me.  In addition to that, I was so busy trying to survive, that I was unable to focus on my children. If you’ve ever been in an abusive relationship before, you’ll know that the abusive person is unlikely to share any of your attention with anyone else, including the children.  So much of your energy and focus is put into pleasing him, making sure everything is just right so that you don’t “get it” if you fail.  Trouble is….it doesn’t matter what you do, there will ALWAYS be something wrong. That’s the way domestic violence works…..it’s all about power and control.  Don’t count on the fact that “one day” you will please him enough that your life will be normal.  As you shuffle through each day walking on eggshells, you are going to miss out on moments that you will never get back…..ever.  Sometimes, you may never even be given the opportunity to pick up where you left off.  I missed out on the last few years of my Mother’s life because of this.  She passed away at 48 years of age. In the moments that I needed to be there for her, I was unable to.  In this life, there will never be a time that I can pick up where I left off with her. That time is gone.

Fortunately, I can make the best of the moments I have from now on.  I am so blessed to have a husband who is loving, caring, and supportive.  Each moment we have had together have been moments to cherish…even in the face of difficulty.  We have strived to make our time purposeful with our children, trying hard not to allow life to become so crowded that we miss spending the time with them that they need.  In this day in age, it’s hard to do, but we’ve had to ask ourselves what we can live with and what we can live without. If we are giving up time and energy over things that we can live without, it robs us of time and energy that we could be investing into our family.  In the end, it’s not the things that we have that our children will remember, it will be the time we spent or didn’t spend together. 

I pray that there will never again be a time in my life that I look back and become sad of all the moments I missed out on.  God has entrusted to me a lot of responsibility with being a wife and mother of 4 little girls.  That’s 5 lives he has entrusted to ME to nurture.  It is an honor that he chose ME to care for such precious lives. He could have chosen someone else, but he didn’t.  Without a doubt I need to enjoy each moment and be content where each moment lies, finding blessings even through the difficult moments instead of hurrying through.  There will never again be a time when my children are the age they are now.  There will never be another opportunity to gain back the time that I have with my husband today.  It is my hope that I can make the most of every moment God allows me to have with them and to be the woman, wife, and mother that he created me to be.

Godliness with contentment is great gain.  For we brought nothing into the world, and we can take nothing out of it.  1Timothy 6:6-7