God’s Glory: A Story of Redemption and Jesus’ Love
Warning: Trauma Triggers
How does God’s story reflect in a person’s personal life? This paper is going to reflect how God’s story is reflective in my personal life. From overcoming sinful nature, to the time I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior and the process of continuing to live a strong spiritual life.
Sin is something that is ingrained in us from the very beginning because of being born into a fallen world. Sin can be described as the inability to conform to laws God has placed before us. This can be in the way we act, the way we think; an essence of our overall being. [1]
Sin can make a person feel empty, feel like they are always second guessing themselves. Lack of reassurance and no hope. I can honestly say, this is how I felt, I was living a life as a victim of abuse. My personal trauma was my crutch for my excuse to behave the way I did. I was never going to be worthy of being loved. I had an aunt ask me, “Why didn’t you come to us for help?” I said, If I did not trust God to see me through this what makes you think I would ever trust you?” I was angry, wanting to see revenge to the point of wanting to cause harm. I could not let it go; I did not know how to let it go. I thought in my head, this was the way God intended my life to be. I was emotionally, physically, and completely abused from the age of 10-30. I was the one who lived in shame for allowing the abuse to happen. I would hear people quote scripture to me but, I was not worthy to have the love of God in my life. Afterall, by this time, I was a single parent with 3 children and just living what I thought was the life God intended it to be. I continued to live in sin.
It was the school year of 1998-1999; being a single parent of three everyone wanted to feel the need to step in and help me raise my children. My children got invited to attend a kids club at the Presbyterian Church. I gave them permission to attend. This grew curiosity in my daughter who was 8 at the time. My eight-year-old daughter was a result of me being raped. I could have made a choice but, I knew in my heart if I were to abort her this would be killing. So, I made my choice, I was going to raise her as a single parent.
She had a desire to get to know about Jesus more. She started attending church on her own with her two little brothers in tow. I did not attend church with them. She would walk about one block to St. Paul’s United Methodist Church. She loved it, she was immersing herself in the love of Jesus. She would come home and share the message with me. It would be at least 6 months or longer before I would step foot in the church. I felt so unworthy of being in a church. I felt dirty, shameful and an intense amount of remorse for the life I had been living. April 13, 2002, Palm Sunday my children decided they wanted to commit their life to Christ, and they were Baptized.
Jesus went out of his way to show me what loved looked like through my little girl. It would be another four years before I truly accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior. I attended the Walk to Emmaus; 72 hours (about 3 days) of uninterrupted time to spend breaking down the hurt, the shame and learning how to forgive. Jesus and I got into an argument. He wanted me to share my story, my past, he wanted me to share about my rape. I said, no, I am beyond this. To this day, it was Jesus who gently pushed me to tell my story. Once I got back to my assigned table of Rebecca, each lady was sharing how God had helped us overcome hurt and raised up to serve; how He has redeemed us from our past. It came to me, I was going to keep my mouth zipped, it was shut, then suddenly, words were coming out about my past. I tried to stop talking but, the word just kept going. Little did I know at that time, there was a lady who had a similar experience, but she had never shared her story with anyone, not even her husband of twenty years. Hindsight is always 20/20; Jesus needed me to share so I could help this lady begin to forgive so she could move on in life and her relationship with Jesus. On November 11, 2006, in the chapel, sprawled out on the floor, tears streaming from my face from shame because I was being prideful, realizing I had not really accepted Jesus as my Savior until that time. I opened the eyes and ears of my heart to accept Jesus as my Savior. And just like a baby being swaddled by their mother, I could feel His arms wrap around me and tell me everything will be okay sweet child.
At the time Jesus declared, “I thank you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that you have hidden these things from the wise and understanding and reveled them to little children; yes, father, for such was your gracious will.” (Matthew 11: 25-26 English Standard Version) When I accepted Jesus as my Savior, it was like a rebirth. He allowed His message to be delivered through my children. I learned how to give glory to God for all things, good and bad. When we praise Him through the storms, we are letting God know, I trust you to help me through this time. I was given new insight on life, I have hope and through the darkest of storms, I could finally see the light of this world through Jesus. Praise and Glory to God!
I was dead spiritually before I started to learn and understand what a relationship with Jesus looked like. I suffer from many different diagnoses for mental health; one of them being Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) but, once I accepted Jesus, this changed for me because, He taught me how to forgive. He reminds us, we must forgive others, because if we do not, we will not be forgiven. (Matthew 6: 14-15 ESV) Through my spiritual growth, I have learned, this story is not about me, it is a demonstration of how God works to help reveal the good especially though the darkness.
The biggest challenge I face spiritually is not fully turning everything over to God. I will turn over the situation to Him, then, thirty seconds later, I will take it back. He has taught me repeatedly; I cannot do it all on my own. I need him. I need to remember to wake each morning giving Him praise and glory for the day, I ask each day, to allow my actions and words glorify Him. When I encounter people, I want them to see the light of Christ. I just need to remember, to completely trust Him.
The scripture I refer to most often is from the book of Psalms, The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake. (Psalms 23: 1-3 ESV) I know my spiritual journey will be an ongoing process. I am a sinner, I have trust issues, and being able to realize my faults, or short comings, helps me realize, I draw on my strength through God. (Philippians 4:13 ESV) He is my shepherd and will continue to guide me to become spiritually stronger.
Bibliography
Erickson, Mallard J. Introducing Christian Doctrine Third Ed. 2015, Grand Rapids, Baker Academic Publishers
[1] Erickson, Mallard J. Introducing Christian Doctrine Third Ed. 2015 (Grand Rapids, Baker Academic) Pg. 205

