Purity re-claimed!!!

Purity re-claimed

The enemy is evil to the core.  He searches out and finds the most innocent and vulnerable to ravage their hearts.

According to the Center for Disease Control, 2012 statistics, 1 in 4 girls and 1 in 6 boys are sexually assaulted before the age of 18 in the United States.  These facts may make us feel hopeless but remember we serve an awesome God.  He is faithful to heal us.

John 16:33 (AMP)

 I have told you these things, so that in Me you may have [perfect] peace. In the world you have tribulation and distress and suffering, but be courageous [be confident, be undaunted, be filled with joy]; I have overcome the world.” [My conquest is accomplished, My victory abiding.]

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Hope is renewed in Christ you can experience your frozen waterfalls of peace, safety and healing begin to flow.

 

Molestation at an early age when children are most vulnerable to the ravages of guilt, shame, and the false responsibility of keeping the family together, the devil pounces.   Children believe as their bodies are ravaged their secret place reserved only for communion with their heavenly Father is also defiled.  Their physical wounds are horrific but worse still are the wounds dealt to their spiritual being leaving them alone and defenseless.  These spiritual wounds may then begin to manifest physical symptoms that are often debilitating.

The enemy tricks the child or adult into laying down their most precious possession their identity and safety in the shelter of Christ. Nothing done in the physical by a father-figure or mother-figure can defile the Father-God relationship.

Nothing done to our physical bodies can defile the purity of our secret/ hidden place in God.  Do not allow the lies from the pit of hell to sway your mind of this truth.

             Women and men who have been violated rise up and reclaim the purity of your secret/ hidden place it was never defiled.

Romans 8:35-39 Who shall ever separate us from the love of [a]Christ? Will tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? Just as it is written and forever remains written, “For Your sake we are put to death all day long; We are regarded as sheep for the slaughter. “Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors and gain an overwhelming victory through Him who loved us [so much that He died for us].  For I am convinced [and continue to be convinced—beyond any doubt] that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present and threatening, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the [unlimited] love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. (AMP)

I wish that the body of Christ and humanity as a whole did not suffer from the savage assault of sexual and spiritual abuse. As the body of Christ we must rise up to fight back the darkness and release healing to the suffering.

Prayer:  Faithful and righteous King, Christ Jesus heal all those attacked by this horrific crime. Bring them to a place of Truth.  Let them know their true identity and that their secret place is not defiled.  They have the right and privilege of coming into the throne room of God without guilt or shame.  Remind them they are sons and daughters of the King Most High. You adore them and are proud of them.  We cast out shame, guilt, and false-responsibility in Jesus name.  Encase them in Your peace that passes human understanding and provide them deep safety as they hide in the shelter of Your love.  Thank You,  Jesus.  Amen.

Psalm 91:1 (AMP)

Security of the One Who Trusts in the Lord.

He who [a]dwells in the shelter of the Most High Will remain secure and rest in the shadow of the Almighty [whose power no enemy can withstand].

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This morning before I wrote this, I awoke to God saying, “Hate evil, the enemy of man not the sinner.”  It may seem beyond reason to pray for the perpetrator of such crimes but it honors the Lord when we bring all people into the throne room for His will to reign.

Prayer for perpetrators:  Lord Jesus,  You love all Your children.  Have Your way with the broken perpetrators of assault.  Heal Your child.  Bring them to repentance for their sin.  Take them to a place of healing.  You are a God of miracles- work Your miracles in their lives. Thank You, Jesus.

 

Psalms 61:3-5 AMP

For You have been a shelter and a refuge for me,

A strong tower against the enemy.

Let me dwell in Your tent forever;

Let me take refuge in the shelter of Your wings. Selah.

Truth

Truth

            I wince as high heeled strappy shoes bite my heels.  I kneel to rub and find relief.  As I straighten I see my old friend’s husband he stands frozen as wedding guests whizz past him oblivious to the gaiety around.

“Hi, how’s it going?” I inquire. He startles; recognition uncurls. The weight of his 6 foot- 4- inch frame crashes into mine. Unaware of the awkwardness of the embrace, he remains motionless.

“Where’s your wife?” I probe.  Composure crumbles.  Reeling, my held breathe escapes as I prop him onto a high stool.  The moment his body touches the support, he spews forth his daughter’s neuro-psychologist report. It’s devastating.  Number after number daggers of 40 and 45 pierce him as he spoke, his face contorted with pain.  He manages to say his wife left them unable to deal with “such” a damaged child.  He was left to stand in the wake.

Silent, I unfold a scrap of well-worn paper with a simple drawing which had brought profound relief and healing to me.

His eyes transfix on the picture as I smooth it against the crisp white table cloth.

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Time stops, my voice a whisper. All the while, the celebration continues around us.

“Your child and the fullness of her beauty did not change upon the addition of a number given to you by some human paid to quantify and qualify life.  No where in creation is there a number written on a child.  Numbers and labels spoken to you are not to be written into her heart or, yours.

You will see but a glimpse of the beauty she possesses here on earth. The depths of her is yet to be revealed.

Each person is created before time, knit together in love and sent to fulfill their own purpose.  Her purposes are not your own.  Do not be confused; your daughter does not belong to you; she is a gift given only for a moment by a great and glorious God for His perfect will.

I unfold the rest of the picture.  It’s edges crackle, reluctant to expose its treasure.

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“Consider the rest of the picture she is not left alone to drift. The stem travels down strong and steady with one purpose to find strength rooted and grounded in Christ.  See the roots, as she withstands adversity; they grow deeper.  I tell you there are not many on this earth who will have as strong of roots as hers.”

Do you see a place on this flower for a number?  Would you damage its flawlessness to etch into its delicate petals?  No, let her beauty stand as a testimony to the great God who gave you her.” I implore.

His red eyes scraped mine, searching “What purposes- what are you talking about?  Did you not hear her IQ scores; 40, 45, 50? What can God do with that?” His arms fall in defeat, they crash against the table, the paper stands.

I push on as I recall the discovery of this truth for my own life, it unfolds as I speak- a crackle of pain emerges.

“Each person is sent to their own specific people group only they can reach.  Can you touch the hearts of all the therapist and evaluators with your courage?  Can you lift up someone with a flash of your smile?  Why are you remarkable?  Her very existence and valor to conquer each and every challenge is an inspiration.   Can you reach other people who are mentally challenged- will they trust you and know your common struggle?”

“She can do that and more.  Your wife will miss out on daily miracles; you will be gifted to see.  Your daughter will reach many, not despite her numbers but because of them.  There was no mistake made, only a miracle.  Receive the miracle and participate in the joy.”

I press the folded paper reduced to a 4 by 2 inch rectangle into his hand and walk away, praying it would expand to cover his heart and hers.  I do not look back I no longer need the paper, the truth is etched within me.©