Sunday, October 19, 2008

What Is Forgiveness

Forgiveness is such a huge thing. And being a Christian can sometimes confuse it even more. We have perceptions of what forgiveness is. We try to hold Jesus as the example, but I am reminded that He went in the temple and turned over the tables! I think He was pretty angry that day and yet He is the one who gave His life to forgive us.

The quick synopsis of my how my life was touched by sex offenders. Offended myself by 3 of my Dad's friends. Yep that's three (and to answer the question I'm pretty sure 2 knew about each other).

My daughter was molested by her step-grandfather. And then she was molested by her step-father, my husband of exactly seven years in just three more days. I'm not even going to go back to forgiving my abusers. Let's just talk about the last 3 years.

The grandfather involved was a Deacon at our church. I have gone to church the longest, brought my parents to the Lord, and met my hubby and brought him to the Lord as well. When it came out what her grandfather had done it had to be dealt with in such a public way.

My daughter told, and my pastors were the second call I made. I called my husband first told him he had to leave work and come home immediately. We lived 5 houses from the church, so I called the pastors second and told them they had to come over immediately and why. I waited til my hubby made it home and took his keys from him before I told him. We all met and knew first we needed to understand the extent of the abuse (my daughter had left me a note and went off to school at our church).

Knowing what had happened my pastor went and checked on her before he came over. He said he had just seen her skipping across the playground at recess. He knew for her the weight of the world was off her shoulders. I picked up my daughter from school and she and I took a ride and talked.

If I never did anything else right in my life as a parent - I believed my daughter - unconditionally - every word and told her so. (My own experience was not so lucky as a child.)

My pastors wanted to answer to God and the law and truly walk this out how God would have it done. When we knew the extent (which was gross multiple over 2 years) we made plans to tell my Mom the next morning and have the pastor confront her grandfather that afternoon. I'll never forget the moment my pastor told my Mom. We were all there. He knelt on the floor before her, took her hands in his, and said he had to tell her something that was going to dramatically change her life forever. Little did I know that three years later I would walk in her shoes. And let me tell you that the roles of 'mother of the abused' and 'wife of the offender' are miles apart.

We moved my Mom in with us that very morning. Removed the guns from their house so he could not take the cowards way out. And prepared for the time when pastor would confront him.

When confronted he broke down and immediately confessed. My husband and I then went to the pastors house and rode with the pastor and my step-father to the police department where he turned himself in. It started a path of forgiveness that did not include anger, sadness, pain, screaming, yelling, crying, and all of the many emotions that God put in us and that are really important to feel, claim, experience, and heal through.

I sat through a meeting at the church where the pastors gathered my brothers and sisters, and had my step-father come in and confess to them what he had done. I sat through a meeting where we gathered the adult members of the church so they could be told what had happened, before it hit the papers. I was in shock the whole time.

I know I have said it before but I am going to walk through this crisis with my husband differently than I have my entire life. I REFUSE to eventually heal from this past. I am endeavoring to heal THROUGH this. Which means I cry, I scream, I have been on the floor screaming and crying doubled over in a pain that is so deep you think it could actually swallow you up. I am going to grieve the death of every dream for my marriage, my family, my children, and my life as I thought it would play out. Because what my pastor said that day to my Mom had so much truth in it. Your life is NEVER the same after something like this hits it. I learned from walking through it wrongly the first time that forgiveness is a gift from God. But it is not a hall pass through your emotions. I thought because I had decided to forgive and work towards reconciliation (the Christian thing to do) that I could not get angry, etc.

I was wrong. I walk along a tight rope purposing to feel my emotions and not sin in them. I'm not even sure if I can explain how I attempt it other than to ask God to cover me, and forgive me if I don't do it perfectly.

I can tell you three years later that I have truly forgiven Fred, my step-father. But in that forgiveness there is no reconciliation. I will not have anything to do with him. He is in a bad place. I feel sorry for him. He actually has said out loud the words that 'he is the true victim in this'. Sad but true. I don't think he truly comprehends the effect his abuse had on her, his wife, his children, the church, etc.

And there-in lies what I look for in my husband as a barometer of where his walk is. I believe I have forgiven my husband, but I am much more volatile about it. And that is to be expected only six months into finding out. I give myself permission to forgive and be sad, forgive and be mad, forgive and grieve, etc. This time around I have learned they don't have to be mutually exclusive. I believe I am much healthier for this revelation.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Where is God?

I realized this morning I am still praying to an unpowerful God. A God I am still mad at. A God I am not sure I trust. I cried.

Yesterday church was powerful. A powerful God who loves enough to break bondage's. A powerful God who can heal. A powerful God who can take a broken life and turn it so it becomes a witness.

At the end of church I went up for prayer. Our pastor had a vision for this prayer - lay down your burdens and receive God's all powerful love.

I went up and stood there with my arms raised and realized I was not postured right - I got on my knees crying, rocking, praying, giving everything I could with all my heart - I laid down my fear, my family, my finances, my will, my desire, my marriage, the pain, the hurt, my heart, everything - I prayed to lay down even everything I could not think of. I reached out to the Lord with everything I absolutely could. I gave Him my heart, my soul, my spirit, my will. I laid everything there at the cross of Jesus. I wanted Him. I wanted His Love. I wanted His Power. I need Him. All of Him. They played the song 'Rescue Me'. I need Him so badly to rescue me.

I walked away finally at peace. I have been engulfed in fear. Drowning in fear. The last week it had reached terrible all consuming peak.

Then last night. My daughter and I get in a huge argument. She tells me she may be pregnant. I did not handle it good. I was angry. I was hurt. I was afraid. I was not supportive. I yelled. Then she yelled more and said terrible hurtful things. True things - yet so hurtful.

I calmed down enough to go and apologize. Saying I was angry at so many things and taking it all out on her. I was angry at her grandfather for molesting her. I was angry at her Dad for molesting her. I was angry at God because this was not my plan - I did not want to be here - with a broken hurt child with the possibility of my child having a child.

I said it. It was out there in the universe. I was angry at God. I had prayed for my child. I brought her up in the church. Believing in a powerful protective God. And yet she was molested. She was so broken. Where was my child? When was the moment that she was lost? How do I help her to heal? How do I trust God again. I realize I don't pray with faith for my children anymore. I am praying to a God I am not sure is all powerful.

Please help me Lord. Help me to heal. Help my children to Heal. How do we heal? How do I parent this hard hearted broken child who did not deserve to be so cruelly treated. She is so broken and I don't know how to help her. I am broken myself and I am supposed to be her Mom and I don't feel like a good one. I continue to be unable to protect her. From any of lives hurts.

"I need you Jesus to come to my rescue. Where else can I go?"

But how do I trust you? Can you really heal? Can you really redeem this family? Will we really be a witness of your redeeming love? Will we really ever fully heal from this terrible pain. How do I get back to a place of praying with faith that you are powerful? I truly lay it all down Lord. It was not some shallow thing yesterday God. I lay it all down. There is absolutely no other answer but you. Where are you? Are you here? Do you see my tears? Do you feel my pain? Do you know the answers?

"I need you Jesus."

I beg you Jesus. Please let your Grace and Mercy fall down and cover me, heal me, lift me up, protect me and my children. I lay it all down at your feet again Lord - Help me to no pick it back up. Help me to have faith in You.

K