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Guest Blog Post by Paula Abbott
“The Woman In The Mirror”
“Mirror, Mirror on the
wall, who is the fairest of them all?” How many
times did I say that to myself over and over?
The mirror was for many years my worst enemy. Did you know that the mirror has two
different functions?
The first function is that the mirror gives us
reality. Right? How many of us got a big
dose of reality this morning when we woke up?
The second function is that the mirror gives us
an illusion. Think about it, the mirror will show you the outside, but never
shows the inside. It never shows us the
real person inside. Imagine a beautiful
neighborhood with beautiful houses lined up in a row. Each house is decorated so beautiful, with
flowers and a green lawn groomed to perfection.
The family that lives inside looks like everything is perfect. Great kids, great dog and the mom and dad are
so happy. They drive a really nice car
and are always together. OR is that just
what you see on the outside? Even if
the house is pretty on the outside but trashed and broken on the inside the
house is still broken.
Have you ever thought about what happens behind
closed doors? That was my home growing up.
Beautiful home, flowers, trees, groomed lawn, great car and an awesome
dog, but behind closed doors, it wasn’t so great. What you saw on the outside was not what was
on the inside. When you knocked on the
door of my home you would see that not everything was so perfect. Actually, it was opposite. This girl hid behind the close doors of
bondage, abuse and pain.
I was born an unwanted child. Can you image such
a thing? Now, imagine, it is
1961 in a small hospital in El Paso, Texas when a woman walks in pregnant ready
to give birth to a little baby girl. Instead of excitement of becoming a mother
she has a different plan, a plan that would change the course of that baby’s
life. That baby was me. My birth mother did not know who my father was and I
was her 4th child. Not sure why, rather out of shame and embarrassment, she
signed in under another woman’s name and that woman (not my birth mother)
walked out with me in her arms.
Only 6 months later that
woman abandoned me and her husband. She put me in my baby bed while he was at
work, turned around, shut the door and I’ve
never seen her since. Two months later
he got killed at work.
I was adopted
at the age of 8 months old by a woman that wanted children and by a man that
did not. My mother was a wonderful
person and provided me a safe and soft place to fall and I needed that quit
often. and my mother was a secret follower of Christ. Yes I said secret
follower of Christ, she never was able to share her faith because my father
would not allow it. We never talked about God and we never went to church.
My adoptive father was mentally abusive,
emotional abusive, physically abusive, but most of all he was verbally abusive.
Do you know what I’m talking about when I say verbal abusive? Physical abuse is sometimes easier to heal
from than verbal abuse. The verbal abuse normally lasts a lifetime. You can be told you’re worthless for so long,
until you actually start to believe it.
At the age of 7 years old, I became “Approval Addicted?” Do you know what approval addiction is? We all have it.
When you set the table for your family to eat, you’re really hoping to hear how
good it was. We all have this in some kind of capacity. We get our worth from
someone else’s approval of us. Reflecting back on all the bad choices I made in
my life, it was because I was seeking someone else’s approval. I was trying to
fit in.
*Click
on link below to read more about Approval
Addiction: https://www.nacr.org/families/resources-for-codependents/approval-addiction-and-identity
At the age of 7, I was already in so much
bondage, feeling unwanted and worthless, I tried to take my life. That’s right 7 years old. How many of you
have children or grandchildren that are around that age? You would never think
that a 7 year old could even think of something like that. I should have had other things on my mind,
like puppies, friends, playing ball, school and yes, even, homework, but
instead all I had on my mind was receiving the attention and approval of my
father. You are probably wondering why
would a 7 year old want to do that? What
was her family life like that was so bad that she felt she needed to take her
own life? My parents divorced when I was 16, because my mother could not take
the abuse from my father anymore. She had taken all she could and she was
done.
Why was my father so abusive and unhappy? Why did he abuse us all those years? Because he was an atheist. Do you know what an atheist is? Someone that
doesn’t believe in God, he only believed in what he could see and touch. If he could prove it to be real then he would
believe it. We were not a very happy family. We never hugged or told each other
that we loved them. We just lived everyday trying to survive that day. My
family was a very cold and unloving family. My dad couldn’t love us, because he
didn’t have love inside himself. This was my life, the life of a child being
raised by an atheist. Unhappy can’t begin to explain our family.
Then I became a rebellious teenager. Anyone
else? I was going to become what my dad said I was. “Worthless, no good, hopeless and a mistake.” You know if we hear
it long enough we’ll start to believe it. I went to the nightclubs looking for
male companionship. Why you ask, because I never had it as a child. At age 16 I met an older man that told me
everything I wanted to hear. So I went on a date with him and he raped me and
beat me and now I was pregnant from this rape. I got kicked out of school
because I was an outcast. But, that was not the worst of it: I had to marry my abuser out of fear. He told
me that he would kill my mom if I didn’t.
By the age of 17 I was a mother to a beautiful
little girl, but I didn’t know how to be a mom (because) I was a child myself.
Now I’m in another abusive relationship; first with my dad and now with my
abusive husband. Abuse had become a way
of life me. What did I do to deserve this? Where did I go wrong? So many
questions that could not be answered (because) I still didn’t know Jesus and I
had never been to Church.
My husband was a violent man and it was only a
matter of time before I knew he would begin to abuse our daughter. Three years of abuse almost
everyday lead to me sending my daughter off to be adopted by my cousins in a
different state. And then I began to run. Running for my life – because he had become
obsessed with wanting to kill me. Out of fear, I ran from him for many years.
Hiding from one place to next. I’d turn from one man to another. I ended up
having 2 more children by my mid 20’s.
No matter who I was with, I was never happy. I had a huge void in my life that no one
could fill.
In my late 20’s, I thought that if I moved to
another state that all my problems would just go away. Everywhere I went there
I was. I could not get away from myself and that’s where the problems were.
Have you ever tried running from your shadow? You can’t. Why? Because
it’s who you are and you can’t run from you.
So in Kansas City I went to the nightclubs again
looking for companionship. You would think I’d learn by now. Well, I didn’t. I
was asked to go to an after party. Do you know what an after party is? It’s a
party after the bar closes. That way you can party all night long. When I got
there, my worst nightmare awaited me at the door. It was like he was standing
at the door and pulled me in by my throat.
I’m sure you have heard his name -it
is Methamphetamine. Yes, it was a methamphetamine party. “Oh,
now this was the answer to all my problems.” or, at least I thought it was.
It was actually the entrance to one of the deepest and darkest pits of my life.
They told me that if I would just do it once that it would change my life.
(Pause)…. And that it did.
I thought my life was bad then, it was nothing
compared to what was about to happen.
This drug took ahold of me and didn’t let go. I became a hardcore meth
attic and headed straight into that pit until I couldn’t breathe anymore. I
lost everything, my family, my children, my job, my home and my car. I was
homeless and had nothing.
So I started selling what I had, my body. I
started working in the nightclubs to get my next fix. I couldn’t live without
it. I hated my life and I hated what I became. During this “13” year period, I tried 2 more times
to take my life.
I was always seeking something to fill that void that was deep down inside me. Drugs and alcohol would only last for a while and then the high they brought was gone, too. Nothing would fill the void in my life. Not the drugs, not the alcohol, not the men, and no amount of money. It wasn’t that I wanted to die; no one wants to do that. I just wanted the pain to stop. I wanted out of this nightmare that I was in. I couldn’t get out and I saw no other way.
I was always seeking something to fill that void that was deep down inside me. Drugs and alcohol would only last for a while and then the high they brought was gone, too. Nothing would fill the void in my life. Not the drugs, not the alcohol, not the men, and no amount of money. It wasn’t that I wanted to die; no one wants to do that. I just wanted the pain to stop. I wanted out of this nightmare that I was in. I couldn’t get out and I saw no other way.
On my last attempt at suicide they put me into a
mental hospital. A MENTAL HOSPITAL! Are you kidding me? There were crazy people
in there. I wasn’t crazy. I was just hurting. I needed someone to love me,
that’s all. So I got out of there and
went back to Texas. I tried really hard to do better, but I didn’t have in me
what I needed to overcome this. I still did not know Jesus, so I didn’t have
the strength to overcome something so evil.
Then one night in Amarillo, Texas as I was
driving to meet my drug dealer, I passed a sign on the side of the road that
said, “Cowboy Church – Saturday nights at 7:00pm.” It was kinda like the, “Here’s Your Sign!”
Well, it was my sign and it would end up being
my reward. You see the top part of the sign was intriguing to me because it said
“Cowboy”.
Being the “Cowgirl” that I was, the “Cowboy” part of the sign caught my
attention. I would have never noticed
that sign if it only had said “Church."
You see, I love rodeos and pretty much anything
to do with “Cowboys.” I worked cattle with my dad all my life. So
this was a big part of who I was. But, then there was the church part of the
sign. That was not intriguing to me.
So, I thought to myself, since it started at 7:00, I should be out of there by 8:00 and that would give me time to make it to the bar. Come on! It was a Saturday night, which was, “big party time.” I was only interested in the cowboys not the church; but little did I know what was in store for me there.
There were 500 people there that night and it seemed like the preacher was talking straight to me. Like no one else was in that room but me. It’s like someone had called them ahead of time and told them that I was there. They said get her, she’s a bad one. Don’t let her go, she’s a sinner. Well, I sunk down in my seat to be incognito. Hoping that no one would notice me, because I was already high on my drugs.
I would love to say that I ran up to the altar
to receive Jesus that night, but I didn’t. You see I didn’t want to ride a
bicycle and I didn’t want to be a church person. But what happened is I got to
hear about Jesus Christ for the very first time ever. I got to hear His name in a positive way and
not a curse word. I had a seed planted
in my heart. I left that place that day
and now I was in a fight with myself.
I now knew that what I was doing was wrong and that I was a sinner in need of a savior, but I didn’t want to give in. I tried to just go on and live my life the way I always did, but something kept tugging at me to trust Him.
And then 2 months later I overdosed again, when I had used way too much “meth. I should be dead. I should not be standing here before you today. You see, my heart was beating at least 1000 beats per minute, or so it felt. And just a few weeks earlier, I had heard of someone’s heart blowing up from this stuff and they had died, so I got a little scared.
I now knew that what I was doing was wrong and that I was a sinner in need of a savior, but I didn’t want to give in. I tried to just go on and live my life the way I always did, but something kept tugging at me to trust Him.
And then 2 months later I overdosed again, when I had used way too much “meth. I should be dead. I should not be standing here before you today. You see, my heart was beating at least 1000 beats per minute, or so it felt. And just a few weeks earlier, I had heard of someone’s heart blowing up from this stuff and they had died, so I got a little scared.
You see the party was over and I was at home
alone in my bed waiting to die. I heard the words of that preacher in my head as
they came rushing back into my thoughts, “If
you want that void filled in your life, then all you have to do is ask Jesus to
come live inside your heart.” As I lay
there I thought, “Well, it couldn’t
hurt. My heart was needing some kind of
help that’s for sure.” I was tired and I had lost who I really was. I was
broke, I was busted, and totally disgusted with the life I was living. I felt like I had been walking through mud
for years, and the mud had totally sucked my boots right off of me.
Have you ever felt like that? Like you’ve been walking in mud and you’re so tired that you can’t go another step? You don’t even know what your life is all about. You know, all I wanted from day one was a happy family, a house with a little fence, and a yard. I wanted to be able to just smell the cooking of supper and to hear the sounds of laughter and people loving each other. All these things were going on in my head as I lay there in my bed with my heart pounding so fast. I knew that it was time. I knew that I was fixing to die.
Have you ever felt like that? Like you’ve been walking in mud and you’re so tired that you can’t go another step? You don’t even know what your life is all about. You know, all I wanted from day one was a happy family, a house with a little fence, and a yard. I wanted to be able to just smell the cooking of supper and to hear the sounds of laughter and people loving each other. All these things were going on in my head as I lay there in my bed with my heart pounding so fast. I knew that it was time. I knew that I was fixing to die.
So, at that moment, I called out His name. I said, “Jesus” and I paused for a minute – then I said, “If you are really who they say You are, I could use Your help. I’m tired of living this life. I’m in need of something real.” I said, “Jesus, can you help me? I don’t want to live like this anymore.” and that’s all I said.
At that moment, I felt that my Father loved me.
Not my earthly Father, but my Heavenly Father.
The Bible tells us in Psalm 27:10: Though my
father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me. Wow how awesome is that?
I didn’t
get my recovery from Celebrate Recovery,
because I didn’t even know it existed, but I KEEP my recovery through Celebrate Recovery. I know how
important it is to STAY in recovery and I know that I need to make sure that I
continue to walk it out. I am 19 years clean. Praise God for His goodness and
mercy.
Let me
explain how the restoration and healing began in my life. It's one word and
that word is called forgiveness. Say that with me “FORGIVENESS!”
FORGIVENESS Number 1. I had to receive the forgiveness
of my Lord and Savior. And when I say I had to receive it I had to receive it
and know without a shadow of a doubt that Jesus forgives me of all of my sins
when I ask Him. Many people will say the
prayer to receive Jesus, but they never receive His forgiveness. If I sent you a million dollar check through
FedEX, but you refused to receive and sign for it, you wouldn’t be able to
spend it. Would you? That’s why it’s so
important to receive Jesus’s forgiveness and grace into your life.
He lived
33 1/2 years on this earth going through the same pains as I did. He knew
exactly what I have been through, all the rejection, pain, and hurts because He
suffered those things too. I heard that He took a beating that was meant just
for me. That He took it in my place.
After
they beat Jesus they put a cross on His back and sent Him up Calvary’s road. As
He was carrying that cross He had me on his mind. He knew that He had to finish
and that He had to go all the way, just for me. (and just for you). When he got
to Calvary’s hill He climbed up on that cross and died, because He loved us so
much. My Jesus is an all the way Jesus. He didn’t stop in the middle He went
all the way just for me and you.
But, 3
days later my Jesus rose again and He is alive today, just waiting on you to
call out to Him. Jesus is absolutely the
most important Person in my life and not to receive what He did for me on the
cross I would have never received my healing and the transformation in my
life.
Today I
dance with Jesus. He is my every breath,
my every step. Jesus Christ is my
everything. And guess what? I am one of those church people now. Yep, I would ride a bicycle in a heartbeat,
and I’m just waiting on my ticket to Africa.
I love Him for what He has done for me.
FORGIVENESS Number 2 - I had to forgive myself. I think this was the hardest thing that I had
to do. How many of you have a hard time forgiving yourself for the mistakes and
the choices that you made? I promise you it can be done because I did it. I had
to forgive myself it took me 5 years but I did. I had to forgive me for the
things that I had done. I couldn't turn back time. I couldn't have do overs. It was done.
It was over and I had to move past and I had to move towards my future.
I felt that in prayer one day that the Lord told me, He said: Paula try to
drive forward in your vehicle looking in your rearview mirror. So I did this in an empty parking lot may I add - I
tried to drive forward looking behind me. How far do you think I got? I didn't
get very far. Think about it: the rearview mirror is so small because that it
is a glimpse of where we've been not where you’re going.
The windshield is so wide and so open because that’s your future. That’s where you’re going. You can't move forward when you’re looking behind you. Doing this exercise with God I realize that it did nothing but paralyze me and stop me in fear for moving forward; so from that day on I forgave myself and let the past go and received wholeness in my body, my spirit and my soul. I can’t turn back time and I can’t go back, so I let it go. I’m looking forward now to my future and what a great future I have.
The windshield is so wide and so open because that’s your future. That’s where you’re going. You can't move forward when you’re looking behind you. Doing this exercise with God I realize that it did nothing but paralyze me and stop me in fear for moving forward; so from that day on I forgave myself and let the past go and received wholeness in my body, my spirit and my soul. I can’t turn back time and I can’t go back, so I let it go. I’m looking forward now to my future and what a great future I have.
Remember
my two little boys that I walked away from? Yes they are both back in my life.
They have forgiven me. They are my absolutely best friends.
I have four amazing grandchildren and another one on the way. This is the restoration that only Jesus can give you! He will restore everything to you that you have lost. How amazing is this?
FORGIVENESS Number 4 - I had to forgive my dad I had to forgive him for all of the pain that he caused in my life. I had to let go of the bitterness and the hurt. I had to lay it down at the cross and give it to Jesus and I had to forgive my father.
I have four amazing grandchildren and another one on the way. This is the restoration that only Jesus can give you! He will restore everything to you that you have lost. How amazing is this?
FORGIVENESS Number 4 - I had to forgive my dad I had to forgive him for all of the pain that he caused in my life. I had to let go of the bitterness and the hurt. I had to lay it down at the cross and give it to Jesus and I had to forgive my father.
Remember that hurting people hurt people and my father was hurting because he didn't know Jesus so he couldn't give me what he didn’t have. I had to forgive him and in doing that it set me free. So free! if you have anybody in your life that you need to forgive you need to let it go and get the freedom that only Jesus can bring.
Do you remember me telling you that my dad was an atheist right? My father was 88 years old when he passed. I prayed for him every night that he would come to know Jesus before he died. I prayed and I prayed and I gave my heart to Jesus knowing that He would hear me.
Two weeks before my father passed away he received Jesus Christ as his Personal Savior. He finally realized how empty his life has been all of these years and how he really needed Jesus in his life.
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John 11:20: 20 When Martha got word that Jesus was coming, she went to meet
him.
Step 2. Take Jesus to the place - that place where
you were hurt, that place where you were betrayed, that place where you began
to believe that your dreams were dead. Take Him there and let Him heal you.
John 11:34:
34 “Where have you put him?” He asked. “Lord,” they told Him, “come and see.”
John 11:38-39: 38 Then Jesus, came to the tomb. It
was a cave, and a stone was lying against it. 39 “Remove the stone,” Jesus said.
John 11:40: 40 Jesus said to her, “Didn’t I tell you that if you
believed you would see the glory of God?”