Dear Blogging Buddies,
In my very first post I mentioned that I would be taking 20 women to a big hotel on a small island for a weekend of teaching and refreshment.
The event is now one week away.
Needless to say, I will be working like a maniac between now and then and I expect to have no time for blogging. But don’t despair, I will catch up with you as soon as I return.
Our group of fifty-something-year-old hens and twenty-something-year-old chicks will be stepping onto the Island Friday afternoon and departing Monday morning. About half of my guests are women who have left a life of drugs and prostitution. They have been clean for at least three years. They need to know some stuff.
Here’s a bit of what I will tell them:
- Contrary to popular belief, man was not created first. God created men and women at the same time, with a joint purpose. In this first session I am going to tell them a lot of things that will bring dignity to their lives. I want to know how the truth resonates with them. I want to know how they saw themselves growing up. I want to know whether the Truth would have made any difference in their lives. A woman who completed my Bible study a few years ago said it would have made a difference in her life. A life that went like this:
I was molested as a child between the ages of eight and twelve years old, so at an early age I learned to equate love with men using my body for their sexual needs. Add to that the fact that that I grew up in a world where the women were judged by the men in their life, by how many boyfriends they had and how sexually desirable men found them…
When I was about nine my adoptive mom and her new husband started going to church at a very fundamentalist church and were saved. My mother would lock herself in her room for hours communing with God and leaving me alone with my step dad. Most of the time, she wouldn’t even go to church. My step dad would take me without her. It was on the way to church or coming back that he would pull over and pull me onto his lap and “you know”….
I have allowed myself to be used and abused for as long as I can remember…
…My third son’s dad was charming and charismatic. The first time he hit me he actually convinced me that I smacked my own self upside the head with the phone receiver.
He was a child molesting meth addict who enjoyed beating the snot out of me and then having sex with me.
I spent a year and a half living one moment at a time trying to stay alive and keep my children alive. I didn’t know that he was molesting my oldest son. I always assumed that boys were safe from that sort of thing. My mother always told me that boys were blessings from God. Surely God’s blessings were safe, right? I found out what he was when it was too late.
I have been hit, bit, kicked, dragged through the house by my hair, spit on and held at knife point while he tried to decide whether he wanted to slit my throat, cut the baby I was six months pregnant with or kill himself. He is now in prison serving a sentence of 15-35 years for child molestation. But it cost me my 2 oldest children. Ironically, they went to live with my biological mother when the state took them from me for failure to protect…
As she handed me her typed story she said, “My mother always told me that boys were blessings from God. My whole life I thought only boys were blessings. I didn’t know until now that girls are blessings, too.”
I wonder whether the women I will meet next weekend know that girls are blessings, too.
- Next I am going to show them when and how the whole man, woman, sex thing went awry. And, as I showed you in this post, I am going show them that Adam was booted from the garden, not Eve. Eve’s big mistake was making man her king. I expect we’ll be talking a lot about that.
- Because all of the women who came out of “the life” have been raped, I am going to tell them about Tamar and Dinah. And I am going to tell them the story of my own poor heart.
- Sunday night I am going to listen to their stories. I am bringing a videographer to tape them. With their permission, I will likely share them with you.
If you are the praying sort, I would love your prayers – for all the last minute preparations, for safe travel, for God’s blessing on each woman.
Keep blogging ’til I get back. I’ll have a lot to read and I’ll have a lot to tell.