My whole life enveloped and enriched by Your Amazing Grace! I love You!
was born on the fourteenth of March 1964, the seventh child of eight children, five boys and three girls. A Rhesus baby I was born weighing less than two pounds and fighting for my life, needing blood transfusion after blood transfusion to save my life. My eldest sibling was eighteen years old and had just had a baby herself.
What circumstances to be born into, yet You, Father God, intended it to be so, You gave me life, You breathed life into my tiny body, You saved my life, You directed the hands of the doctors and nurses and made the right blood available to me whilst keeping me stable and helping me to thrive! You knew me before I was born, You knitted me together in my mother’s womb! You had a purpose for me for my life!
My sister and I still laugh at my sister’s 45 year old grudge that she had to walk several miles in wellies, without a coat, in the snow to tell my Aunty that I had been born, she swears she’ll never forgive me for that, but she loves me really and I’m one of the best things to happen to her and she knows it (Ha!Ha)! I also have a giggle at the fact that I was a Rhesus baby a kin-ship with Rhesus monkeys. I’ve always been a bit of a monkey.
My parents really hated each other, my Mum was a gambler always in the pub or in the bingo, my Dad worked all hours ‘God’ sent to provide for us but as the money came in it went to supply my Mum’s gambling addiction. My Mum was a depressive character who threatened or tried to take her life regularly, my Dad never spoke to anyone much, but demonstrated how he felt by his actions. So they fought a lot and then turned their anger towards us, we were regularly, physically abused by both of them and as one of the youngest I was also physically abused by my three older brothers, who would torture me, entrap me and use me as their personal slave whilst Dad was at work and Mum was at the bingo/pub, this was every day.
Still You wouldn’t and didn’t forsake me Father God, You never abandoned me! You were the Father I never had, the mother I never had, the family I never had, El Shaddai!
I was beaten with alarming regularity, if not by my brothers then by my parents. The worst beatings I remember was when my Dad kicked and punched me in the stomach area until I was unconscious, I received a tilted womb because of this and had great difficulty in labour with my son when he was born at the age of thirty. My Mum once belted and belted me for not going to sleep straight away and drew blood with the buckle end of the belt, there wasn’t a part of my body that wasn’t damaged and I had to stay away from school. My brothers used to take it in turns, one held me down, the other two tortured me physically, then they would lock me up in the ‘lobby hole’ under the stairs, in the dark, telling me that the lobby hole monster was going to come and get me and shouting obscenities at me.
You sat there in the darkness with me Father God and protected me from more serious injury or death. You in Your mercy, spared me, saved me, rescued me!
The sexual abuse started when I was three years old and is one of my earliest memories. It continued until I was fourteen years old, I won’t go into too much detail about the people, their names or the forms the abuse took, only to say that there was a long standing abuse from one of my friend’s uncle’s on a daily basis for six years, one of my brothers attempted to rape me on my eighth birthday and another brother attempted to rape me when I was fourteen. I wasn’t safe in my own home or in most other places either, I was sexually abused by so many men I can’t number them.
You protected me, Father God, from pregnancy, sexual diseases and worse! You equipped me with the ability to separate ‘myself’ from my body at these times and wait with You a while! Suffer the little children to come unto me!
When abuse of any kind occurs you are threatened by the abuser not to say anything and even if I wasn’t threatened, I didn’t have any kind of relationship with my parents that would give me the confidence to go to them and disclose the sexual abuse. It was obvious to the teachers at school that we were neglected and at the very least physically abused but most of them chose to turn a blind eye, the sixties and seventies were notorious for this ‘behind closed doors mentality’. I spent a lot of time in my bedroom licking my wounds and feeling sorry for myself, crying silent tears that would fall for some time to come.
You never turned a blind eye Father God, You always had Your eye on me, I was and am the apple of Your eye, You heard my cry and I was comforted! You caught and saved every tear!
Alcohol also played a big part in my young life and the abuse I suffered. My Dad drank very rarely but when he did he turned into a monster and his beatings took a very sinister turn. In order to pay her debts and further feed her gambling addiction, my Mum took payment from the men she met in the local pub in return for her own body and also in return for the loan of my little innocent body for the length of the time she was in the pub. I was sexually abused in the most extreme and offensive ways possible in the men’s toilets of the pub for some years to come. When they too were old enough to drink my brothers would come home from the same pub drunk every day and they would beat me mercilessly.
In your mercy, Father God, You protected me from worse than this and later used these early childhood experiences to support other sufferers!
One of the worst things about my childhood was the neglect, because my Mum gambled my Dad’s wages away we didn’t have new clothes or toys and we relied on either jumble sale or handouts which was very few and far between. We were starved regularly and were glad when Autumn came so we could go scrumping, penny for the guy, for sweet money and then carol singing, like a squirrel I used to store up in the winter for the rest of the year, I had a secret stash of money and goodies that I put in a loose brick in the coalhouse and behind an air-vent in my bedroom. The worst time of starvation was when after a lengthy period of famine, I had gone three days without any food at the age of fourteen, it was more than my pubescent teenage body could take and I developed a pot-belly like the children you see in documentaries of the starving in Africa. It was at times like this, in order to survive, that I had to resort to stealing, shoplifting or scraping up the bubbly that other people had spit out onto the pavement, the fresher the better as there was less grit to spit out.
You did not let me starve Father God, when my parents did not provide for me, You did, in abundance!
It wasn’t all wall to wall abuse and neglect, as children we found joy in the smallest of things, as I still do today. This life skill has served me well, as I have been buffeted by life’s storms! The endless sunny summers we used to have in the sixties and seventies when we used to take a bottle of ‘council pop’ (water), under our arms with any available dry bread and head for the local reservoir for endless fun in and around the water and woods. When my Mum actually won on the bingo and we had a decent meal on the table and a scrummy Mars bar to cut into 8! Cogger end for me please!!!! When Mum hit the My sonpot on the fruit machine in the pub and it was bottles of pop and packets of crisps all round. The many Go-karts we attempted to make out of pram wheels from the local dump, the delicious mud-pies, the scrumping, carol singing, hedge hopping, door knocking, makeshift games of football, cricket, British bulldog, innocent childlike fun that enriches me with a wealth of happy memories today!
I did once try my hand at rose petal perfume, but has a confirmed ‘tomboy’ I hated the smell and was convinced perfume and the making or wearing of it was very girly indeed and not befitting a ‘girl’ whose idol at the time was George from the ‘Famous Five’, (a girl called Georgina who would rather be a boy and made everyone call her George)! Avon breathed a sigh of relief when I went out of business I can tell you.
My favourite, most edifying memory that still evokes a sense of ‘normal family life the kind that we witnessed on the Oxo adverts’, was when my Mum went into hospital for some time for an eye operation. I was still in primary and it was left to my Dad to look after us and he rose to this challenge as the Father he should’ve been, could’ve been if only circumstances were different. He got us up every day for school, gave us breakfast, got us dressed in a fashion, he gave us dinner money, had a meal waiting for us when we got home and the ‘cherry on top’, the kind Fatherly act that still gives me ‘goose bumps’, he gave us 10p each day to get a biscuit at tuck time, WOW!
I used to hold that 10p so tight in my hand I would have the imprint of the Queen’s head on my grubby little palms long after I had quaffed the biscuit! I say quaffed, because by rights I should’ve downed the biscuit in one not knowing when the next one might come but I didn’t. Do you remember them, the tuck biscuits, small round delicious chocolate digestives wrapped in luxurious purple foil. I sat there with the biscuit rubbing at the foil until I could see and feel the ripples of the chocolate covering coming through and would resist opening it until every sense was heightened by the very thought of eating it all to myself. Then I’d shove it in whole and it wouldn’t touch the sides as I sniffed at the foil to experience the aroma of the chocolate and then save it to sniff at throughout the day. Dad was just that, a Dad, for the first time and last time. Two weeks later Mum came out of hospital and we were back to ‘normal’!
You enriched my life Father God during this fortnight in my life with the experience, of having, knowing and realising that my Dad was able to be a Father to me, to us, if only his circumstances would allow. That I wasn’t unlovable and was worthy of being parented and part of a family! This revelation You know has equipped me on the road to forgiveness.
The neglect caused problems at school; I was mercilessly bullied because I was dirty, scruffy, smelly etc. I was beaten by my peers regularly, overlooked by the teachers, children refused to sit next to me or play with me, and even if I made friends with a non-judgemental friend their parents would ban me from seeing them or coming to their house, friends were very few and far between, rare and precious.
Deep down I just knew someone somewhere must see worth in me, that someone was You Father God, who sent his only son to die for me, for my sins, long before I was born, long before I went through this,
Thank You Father, Thank You Jesus!
When I was four years old my brother David was born and I was immediately enrolled to nursemaid him and by the age of five I was changing nappies and using the mangle to wring out his nappies like a pro, until I trapped my arm in the mangle then I had to wring them out by hand. David was my responsibility and a big one to take on at the age of four wherever I went he went, I gave him his bottle in the morning and his bottle last thing at night, I sang him to sleep every night and all the nappies and bottles in-between were changed and given by me unless I was at school. School was a blessing because I could get away from this tremendous responsibility even if school was another different kind of hell. My schooling was very broken though, because my sisters had grown up and left home I was the only girl so I had to do all the housekeeping, the washing, cleaning, gardening, childminding, shopping, paying the rent arrears etc. So Mum kept me off a lot and obviously when I had had a severe beating I couldn’t even get out of bed never mind go to school and Mum and Dad weren’t about to send me.
You never ever let me go totally without Father God, You always came up trumps with what I needed, what we needed, from the social services bringing mattresses round to replace the soiled ones to my wonderful primary school music teacher who, led by You, saw it as her mission to edify me, love me and build up my self esteem by choosing me to play Mary in the school nativity play and buying me a dress to wear for the performance, I still remember that dress, that teacher, that act of kindness, and I have been able to replicate this in my work with children!
Thank You God, Thank You teacher!
My Mum never ceased to tell me that I was a mistake, at forty when she was pregnant with me; she was an old Mum for those days. She never told me or showed me that she loved me. She was very verbal too, a dab-hand at emotional and psychological abuse, she called me every name under the sun, for a woman who never swore she had to be very imaginative and she was. She was very clever at making me feel worthless, laying on the settee watching me scrub the living room floorboards, telling me how I was doing it wrong and waiting for me to say I was finished to delight in showing me the areas I had ‘missed’, rubbing my face in them and then mercilessly beating me with the very brush I had just been brushing her floor with. It was at times like this that I knew Mum’s blows would not stop until she was physically exhausted, physically sick or emotionally satisfied with what she had achieved. By the time I was fourteen and had started my periods she had managed to convince me that I was a dirty girl, that when on your period you were unclean and should stay away from men, that even if you followed a man to the toilet or into the bath you could get pregnant. She blew my mind and I believed all that she told me and all that she called me for some time to come.
Some of the lowest times for a child, for me, yet I knew deep down inside of me that, the best was yet to come, that I wasn’t a mistake to You, that You, Father God intended me to be, intended me to live. You mothered me at these times!
Dad too never showed or told me that he loved me, in fact he was a man of few words and would rarely even give eye contact, the only contact was of course the beatings, the kick-ins, and he was very good at kick-ins. I never felt his touch in any other way, I never climbed upon his knee, never rode upon his back or shoulders, never felt his hand in mine, never felt his kiss upon my cheek. He was a very intolerant, impatient man, I remember coming home from school one day and asking him if he would teach me to tie my shoelaces, he showed me once and expected me to do it first time, when of course I couldn’t he threw first the shoe and then me across the room, I never asked him to help me again.
In my walk with You Father God when I have believed then not believed, been full of faith then faithless, praised You then turned my face away from You, my Christian walk where I have regularly took two steps forward then three back, You have always had faith in me, always believed in me, always kept Your face set on me, always walked by my side even when there were backward steps. You in Your Grace and mercy were and are the patient, loving, consistent Father that I needed and need and could and can come to, knowing that You will not turn me away!
We had a flier come through the door one day that was from the local Pentecostal church advertising their Sunday school and the offer of free transport too. I enquired all on my own and decided that I wanted to go. As we were kicked out onto the streets when we were not of any use, then it was easy to go off and do something like this without anyone knowing, but I did ask and Mum said as long as I’d done all my chores and took David with me I could go. It was great, these people and their children accepted me as I was, the dirt, the smell, the way I hate as many biscuits as I could, whole, when they only nibbled at one or two. The singing was great, we would sing about a God that was so strong, so big and so mighty and I would pray my hardest that he would SAVE me! My brothers and parents were strict atheists and bullied me relentlessly about going to church but I had to carefully weigh this up against escaping from the abusive atmosphere, the free biscuits and the occasional sixpence I got for good behaviour and church won hands down.
This is the point in my life, Father God, when You knew that if You didn’t lift me out of the pit I was in it was likely I would’ve stayed in it forever, at least the steps backwards that I admit to taking in my walk with You would’ve far outweighed the steps forward and we wouldn’t be where we are now, this far down the road. You saved me from the drug addictions, mental illnesses, alcoholism, violence, abuse, homelessness, despair, desperation and hopelessness that still shrouds my family today. You turned my mourning into dancing again, You lifted my sorrow!
Earlier I mentioned the lowest point of starvation at the age of fourteen, my brother Vic, who was married with two children had come to visit, and this was a brother not involved in any type of abuse, one of the loves of my life. He told me afterwards that I looked like a Biafran with my little pot belly and he couldn’t bear to see me like this any longer. He asked Mum if I could go and live with them and help to look after their two children and she said yes, as long as she could keep the Family Allowance. By this time I had started my periods and Mum didn’t let the men at the pub have sexual intercourse with me anymore, most of my brothers and sisters had left home and David was ten years old and able to look after himself in Mum’s eyes. I was made redundant and worth only the price of the family allowance to my Mum. I went home with Vic and his family that night and I can still remember and even taste the evening meal we had that night, chips, sausage, beans, bread and butter with Cadbury’s chocolate cake to follow, I can’t tell you, it makes my mouth water to write about it, I sat there salivating like a rabid dog and enjoyed every morsel. I didn’t have to steal it, I didn’t have to prepare it, I didn’t have to cook it, I didn’t have to wash the pots either, and it was like living in an hotel wonderful!!!!!!!!
Of course because it was in my nature I did baby sit, wash up and help out when not at school but this was never abused and I was given pocket money every week, one whole pound note WOW!!! I saved up and in the last year of school I went to France, what luxury, what a difference. Vic and his family loved me and I them. They introduced me to appropriate physical touch, music, particularly Elvis who I still love today. Regular baths with bubbles in it, soap, toothbrush, toothpaste, new clothes, cleaned and ironed, a clean, warm, dry bed, regular meals, trips out and a sense of family and belonging.
How privileged I was Father God, that You chose me, that You looked down on me, that You rescued me at a crucial time in my development and my education, that You sent my wonderful brother like a knight in shining armour to lift me out of the pit that was my life to a normal, Oxo and Fairy Snow advert, type family life. To experience love, belonging, acceptance, identity, fun, counselling, and privileges.
Thank You Father God, Thank You Vic!
I was a handful at school, my behaviour was erratic, I was always up in-front of the heads for something or another, yet I was a clever girl and taught myself to read, write etc when no one else in my family could. How I left school with O levels and received the school progress prize five years on the trot amazes me but deep down I loved school, I was teachable, I wanted to succeed and I did!
You placed some very special teachers and mentors in my path at school Father God, teachers that would provide for me, the extra bottle of milk at break time, the odd biscuit or handful of sweeties from out of their drawers, the nativity dress, the smiles, the appropriate touches far outweighed the teachers that jeered, sneered and turned a blind eye to the bullying at school and my home situation.
When I left school I went on a government training scheme, twenty three pounds a week. I was sent out on placement at Holmesfield vicarage to be the assistant verger to Reverend Rivers and his wife Mary, an elderly couple. In my time there I officiated at funerals and weddings, cleaned the brasses, served the WI ladies with endless cups of tea and coffee and set up and run a mother and toddlers group that is still running today. I loved the job, the countryside, the wages, the freedom, it was great. I was very angry though and had lots of questions that I needed to ask and I fired them indiscriminately at the Vicar and Mary. I couldn’t ask Vic because it would mean exposing the abuse and his brothers. I told them everything, stopping only to either draw breath or make a statement like ‘if there is a God then why this, why that’ and ‘where was God when that happened or this happened etc?’ Very slowly and very gently they answered each question. They loved me unconditionally and I became part of their family and part of the community. In those days you were too old for a government training scheme at 18 but I was kept on until I was 19, it was great. We are still close friends today.
One of my main problems was that I had not been christened as a baby, knowing that I may die at any time, any other parents would have had their baby christened but not mine, I felt angry and sad about that. The vicar said it wasn’t a problem and that he could christen me and he did, they gave me my first bible which I still have today. In my time there I had met my first boyfriend and we had got engaged and planned to marry in 1983 at the age of 19. The vicar was delighted to marry us.
Another example Father God of You lifting me out of the pit, of putting the right people in my life at the right time. I was consumed with anger at this time and could have quite easily turned my back and gone down the wrong roads, then You gifted me the Vicar and Mrs Rivers, their community and their family to be my spiritual family, to assist You in keeping my paths straight, to love and to cherish, council and advise me! A lifelong friendship to treasure.
I loved Mark dearly, the first person that had been ‘appropriately intimate’ with me and who appeared to love me for who I was not what I could do or what he could get out of me. The first four years seemed like bliss although in that time my Mum had been struck down with lung cancer and although I had grown to hate her, as she became ill and was dying I discovered a deep rooted love for her and cared for her with my Dad and my siblings until she died. Before she died, after I had bathed her one evening, I told her that I loved her; she just nodded from behind her oxygen mask and said nothing. So I felt that I had forgiven my Mum in my words and actions and indeed I had.
Although my Mum wasn’t a good Mum at times Father God, I now Know and understand her past, her struggles with parenting 8 children, her addictions, her volatile relationship with Dad, her insecurities, her fears and despair. She needed You in her life and didn’t have access to You. I sympathise and to some extent empathise with her and totally release and forgive her and pray that You forgave her too. That in her last hours, minutes, breaths she repented and asked You into her life. I’m sure she loved us in her way and if circumstances would’ve been different her parenting would’ve been, but it’s all if’s, but’s and maybe’s. This much I know, ‘there but for the Grace of God go I’. Your Grace has been sufficient for me and I couldn’t have done it without it.
After the four years, Mark had a nervous breakdown, was in a mental hospital for a long time and diagnosed with depression and obsessive compulsive disorder, a condition that had already started to make my life hell and continued to do so over the next three years. He was suicidal, depressive and eventually told me that he had been sexually abused by his two brothers and a male family friend and that as a result he had homosexual tendencies. He had been seeing both men and women behind my back, had some sexual contact with my sister-in-law, had sexually abused my niece and nephew and our neighbours two girls, and he had been physically torturing our cat. The four years I thought had been bliss had been four years of deception and adultery, almost farcical. I was gobsmacked to say the least; I could not believe he had done what he had done to me but most of all I could not believe he had carried on the cycle of abuse with children who had been entrusted to us, knowing what I had suffered as a child and indeed what he himself had suffered.
When he came out of hospital I vowed to stand by my marriage vows, in sickness and in health etc, and I forgave him and looked after him. He seemed to improve but became obsessed with anything and everything, his obsessional behaviour became worse and he started to have more affairs. To cut a long story short, over the next three years he left me a count of seven times, usually when his homosexual desires got too strong, he would seek out other men to live with for a while, each time he came back he was repentant, I forgave him, at one time retaking our marriage vows, but by the seventh time I had had enough and he had met what he thought was his real life partner a man called Steve. His parting shot to me was that he had never really loved me, that I was a camouflage for his homosexual tendencies and that I was never very good in bed anyway. Mark had become very sexually, physically and emotionally abusive in the last three years of our marriage too.
Father God, like with Mum I forgive and release Mark totally and unreservedly, I don’t know the full extent of his life’s path since we parted but I have entrusted him to You, to Your care because You know him like You know me, every hair on our heads, when we were knitted together in our Mother’s wombs and You and only You know what’s best for him. I hope that he has continued some degree of faith in You and I trust that you have and will bless him and his family.
I became depressed and felt that life was not worth living, there was no hope for me, so I took a lethal overdose of the antidepressants the doctor gave me, as well as a lethal dose of paracetamols. I locked the doors so no one could get in and did it on a day that I knew no one would be visiting or calling on the phone, I meant business, I wanted to die, and I lie down and fell unconscious. The next thing I knew I woke up in intensive care three days later. I was very, very angry that I had survived and that I had not died. I cried and cried. When I got home the neighbour who had called the ambulance, told me that she had found me slumped unconscious over her garden wall, she said she wasn’t supposed to be there but was off work sick.
What a miracle Father God, Your saving Grace, that in an instant You saw fit to reach out to me forgive me and save my life once again. You placed my neighbour in a position to call the ambulance because she was off work sick that day, You gave the doctors and nurses the expertise and knowledge to be able to treat me and bring me back from the brink of death and a three day coma. Thank You for the vision You gave me as I lay there in my hospital bed, in tears, questioning You with my angry words. The vision of angels you sent to get my comatose body out of my locked house and slump my lifeless body over the wall of the neighbour who ‘happened’ to be off work that day and ‘happened’ to look out of her window at the right time, who had the foresight to know that I wasn’t drunk but had taken something and that she looked in the bin to find evidence of the medication I had overdosed on to give to the ambulance crew when they arrived. I had given up on life and on You but You hadn’t given up on me. I had yet to fulfil Your purpose for my life.
In the midst of all this, mostly 27 years of hell, I had found that at times you could escape like when I went to Vic’s to live, to Sunday school and to school. So escapism became very attractive and almost essential, I learnt at a young age that if I placed my mouth on the canister of lighter fuel my parents used and inhaled the contents for long enough, I became unconscious and although everything was black, I couldn’t feel or hear anything or anyone. Solvent abuse was my best friend for some time. I then began to struggle with anorexia and bulimia, controlling my appetite, weight and self image with an addiction to laxatives and diuretics which was complimented by a punishing exercise routine.
Yet again here You are Father God delivering me from evil and from myself, from my self-destructive patterns and from the possibility of serious injury or death. Thank You that You have broken those self-destructive ways and that You have equipped me with coping mechanisms that are of You, that glorify your name, the coping mechanisms that are prayer and faithfulness and a sure and certain hope in You.
In 1990 I had met and had started seeing Darrell, my Brother Vic’s friend. In the time that we were courting, Darrell’s Dad died at the age of 43 from stomach cancer and I helped Darrell through, this was shortly followed by my Dad dying of a stomach haemorrhage. Like with Mum I managed to tell him that I loved him before he died and indeed I did, although like with Mum there was no response from him. Darrell and I got married in February 1993, we wanted to have a child straight away and it wasn’t long before I was pregnant with My son who was born in April 1994.
Thank You for Darrell’s Dad and my Dad’s lives Father God, without them we wouldn’t exist and My son wouldn’t exist either. It’s sad that My son never knew his Grand Daddies but You made up for that didn’t You. Where my Dad is concerned, like Mum, I forgive him totally and unreservedly, and understand and know the circumstances in his childhood and marriage that caused him to be the Dad he was and not the Father I needed! I’m not certain that he made his peace with You I’d like to think that when I whispered ‘I love you’ in his ear as he died he did connect with You and repent and will be waiting for me with Mum when I come home to You!
A difficult pregnancy with the threat of My son being Down’s syndrome robbed me of the joy of pregnancy. This followed by the forty hour labour caused by the tilted womb my Dad had caused, made it all a painful time but it was more than worth it when I had My son in my arms for the first time. It was love at first sight.
Thank You for new life Father God, for My son’s life for blessing my life with his presence, I knew right from the moment of conception that You had a purpose for his life as You do for mine. As I have watched him grow I now know that You have a mighty purpose for his life.
It became clear by My son’s second day that he was a poorly baby, vomiting a lot, crying constantly and at one time almost dying. Darrell didn’t bond with him as My son was in hospital such a lot, Darrell spent more and more time either at work, at home or at the pub with his mates whilst I was resident at the hospital with My son. It was left to me to push the doctors to do something for our ill son. It was this pushiness and My sons consistent failure to respond to any treatment that persuaded the doctors that I had Munchausen’s disease by proxy, (a condition where parents allegedly hurt or kill their children to get attention for themselves). The doctors brought in social services who had researched my family background and on the basis of this My son was prized from my arms in hospital, made the subject of a care order and taken into care at the age of ten months. It took me nine months, seven psychiatrists for me and a trip to Great Ormond Street hospital for My son, to prove that I hadn’t got Munchausen’s disease by proxy and My son had actually had a stomach disorder from birth, which with treatment got better overnight. My son was brought back immediately and we went to court to discharge the Care order.
What a trial Father God, You know how damaging this was for My son, for my marriage and for me, how soul destroying this process was, how utterly powerless I felt, desperation and shame consumed me. Although I was powerless, You weren’t, because everything is possible with You, You are an omnipotent, omnipresent all powerful God and You knew who was right in this situation. When I felt that Social Services was too big to fight and that I would never be able to expose the untruths about me, about my parenting, You saw that justice was done, that My son was restored back to us and was made well and whole again. You kept watch over My son and You gave me the strength I needed to go on!
In the meantime Darrell had joined the special constabulary and had met and had an affair with a fellow special constable, a married woman who I knew vaguely from our village. He left My son and I for her when My son was three years old, shortly after his Mum had died of breast cancer and had left a large inheritance for all of us. He left the day the inheritance came through and left My son and I with nothing. As with Mark I wanted to stand by my marriage vows and forgive him but he didn’t want to come back.
Thank You for Darrell and our marriage, Father God, because without it we wouldn’t have My son. Forgive me for my part in the crumbling of our marriage, for not being there for Darrell as a wife and putting My son’s needs first. Forgive Darrell for his part as I do, totally and unreservedly. Help me to help My son to find the same forgiveness in his heart too. Bless Darrell and his family, I trust and hope that he will turn his face back to You and be restored to My son again, cause him to want a relationship with My son that is of You Lord.
My brother Vic who had ‘rescued’ me at fourteen, had been ill for 8 years with breast cancer, very rare in men, I watched this man I adored suffer with great courage, the embarrassment of a mastectomy, the pain and discomfort of chemo and radio therapy, steroids and medication, cancer of the lymph glands, cancer of the bones, leukaemia, cancer of the liver, kidneys, lungs and eventually the brain. He cried in my arms and through all this we shared many tears and much more laughter. He eventually died two years after Darrell left when My son was five, it broke my heart although I wanted his suffering to end, and I wondered how someone so good could die so young at forty nine after suffering for ten years of cancer of the everything. I also wondered how much more pain my heart could take too. I had lost my childhood, my innocence, my self esteem, my aunty to breast cancer, my first husband to another man, my second husband to another woman, my Mum to cancer, my father in law to cancer, my Dad to ulcers, my Mother in law to cancer, my best friend to cancer, my nephew to suicide, my brother to cancer and my good friend and mentor Mary Rivers to Parkinson’s disease. I had also been robbed of the best years of my life, the best times of pregnancy, motherhood and My son’s first year.
Forgive me Father God for wallowing in such grief and sense of loss when it’s clear that I have a wealth of blessings that have come from You and the best is yet to come. Thank You for the lives of my loved ones now passed and the experiences in my childhood and my two failed marriages, I have learned, I have grown and my expertise in working with children and their parents is enriched with the trials I have faced and the experiences I have had. I would not be the strong, empathetic, wise, discerning, person I am today without the wealth of experience and knowledge You have afforded to me. You know how much it broke my heart when Vic died and how much he meant, to me, I miss him still and long to share my innermost thoughts with him like I used to do on our long walks together. I’ve had to learn to lean on You and share my innermost thoughts with You instead, not realising when I was a teenager that You knew all my innermost thoughts anyway. You have filled the gap Father God.
By this time Suicide was not an option for me, survival and the desire to succeed and be the best mother I could be had taken the place of depression and suicidal thoughts. I was determined to look after and provide for myself and My son; I went to college and qualified to teach special needs children. I managed to keep my house and get a new car from the proceeds of my divorce from Darrell. Darrell wasn’t very pleased that the divorce courts froze his assets and eventually awarded half of the inheritance to My son and I. Darrell vowed to make my life hell, to get custody of My son and prove that I HAD got Munchausen’s disease by proxy. We spent the following five years in and out of the magistrate’s court securing contact for My son that Darrell never failed to go back on.
You lifted me from the pit of grief Father God and delivered me from the grip of depression and suicidal tendencies. I can see a difference in me I am stronger, I have learnt better coping mechanisms, and my life’s experiences have educated and nurtured me. You helped me to do this, to see, to be a good Mum against all odds, to nurture My son and not repeat the cycle of abuse, depression, suicidal tendencies and grief! You helped me to be the highest achieving student on my college course, secure a home and a car as well as securing the best job for My son and I.
After settling down with his fifth partner after he had left me, in June 2003, Darrell eventually rang My son up and said he didn’t want to see him anymore because his behaviour and attitude stunk and he wasn’t welcome anymore. My son hasn’t seen him since.
Bring acceptance, restoration and forgiveness to Darrell and My son’s relationship Father God, bless them both. You know how much heartbreak, distress and grief this has caused My son and how he has missed his Dad and how he has been totally consumed with anger, frustration, bitterness and helplessness. You know the roads that has taken My son down from depression to suicide attempts. Yet like my life’s experiences I thank You for My son’s because his experiences enrich his knowledge and understanding and make him stronger, wiser, more discerning and understanding with peers and adults alike. What a gorgeous, loving, caring young man he is.
The previous seven years had been equally difficult, Darrell had messed My son around tremendously where contact was concerned. He tried and failed to get custody of My son and he also tried to convince My son’s school and social services that I had Munchausen’s Disease by Proxy, this he managed and I had social services on my back again for the next 6 years. My career working in education responsible for the care of children has been threatened and my time with My son has been threatened as the social services say that they will not hesitate to take him into care if they got proof of MDBP.
The difficulty I faced was that My son started self harming at the age of eight, quickly becoming suicidal, with two serious attempts on his own life in 2003 and 2005. He maintained that he hated his Dad for how he had treated him and that one day he was going to kill him. My son had two psychiatric reports done in our time at the magistrate’s court and started having art therapy in 2002. My son is a very clever boy but started to fail in school around the time of his suicide attempts and they like I found his anger, behaviour, attitude and problems understandable but difficult to handle on a daily basis. My son has not slept a full night’s sleep in his life, is underweight, under-height, under-achieving, he is incontinent mainly at night nowadays and can still be consumed by anger. This situation we find ourselves in only serves to fuel social services suspicions and I feel that I have to be very careful where My son is concerned.
Unbelievable that I should face this trial again Father God, You know how difficult it was for me to be viewed with such suspicion and be on trial in my parenting of My son, having to watch my back under such scrutiny. This time though I had a quiet assurance that You would restore the situation and bring justice to bear once again.
You saved My son from serious harm and delivered him from the long, dark, dangerous roads he went down that I couldn’t follow. You strengthened our relationship and kept us steadfast in the face of adversity.
After all this I continue to pick myself up, dust myself down and start all over again. I don’t know where I have got the strength and determination from and at one point I wondered how much longer I could keep it up for, but not anymore. When I turned 40 in 2004 I decided that ‘life was going to begin’ as they say. So I started to get a social life after being My son’s mainstay for nine years. I started going to the cinema with friends having dinner parties and going to the gym. In short, although My son was and always will be my priority, I started to put me first sometimes and more importantly I started looking after me.
I saw an advertisement in the Derbyshire times personal column for SAIL (sexual abuse and incest line), who were offering free 1-1 counselling, it was right for me, it was the right time and I was going to put me first. I started seeing Suzanne in March 2006 and we finished in March 2007, we discussed and dealt with a lot of the above, I realised that I had forgiven my abusers and whilst not an excuse they had their own reasons why they did what they did to me, and I learnt a lot about myself and learnt that if I had survived all of the above then I could get through anything and life certainly seems more positive and more ‘mine’! Indeed I said to Suzanne in January 2007 that this was going to be my year as if it was designed for me and it was.
Without SAIL Father God, I wouldn’t be as far down the road to recovery as I am now, Thank You for SAIL and the volunteers there, especially Suzanne, who taught me to love myself and to understand that none of this was my fault. The most important healing that occurred in that year was that I stopped believing I was dirty and started to see myself as You see me and have always seen me, simply gorgeous. What a release to go in the bath and not have to scrub myself and to get out of the bath feeling clean not dirty. What a blessing to be able to look myself in the eye in the mirror and feel, acceptable, normal, attractive, worthy, healed, clean, forgiven and strengthened.
In March when I finished my counselling it coincided with the end of My son’s art therapy. He had improved in leaps and bounds; he had taken control over his suicidal thoughts and his self harming and had striven very hard to take control of his anger towards his Dad. Social services no longer had any concerns about him or I, school no longer had any concerns and his therapist was happy for his therapy to come to an end. My son had taken up rugby which he is very good at and channelled his anger into his terrier like tackles.
I’ve said a lot about, My son’s physical, mental and emotional states but not a lot about My son the boy, the teenager and the son. I absolutely adore him, he is one of the greatest loves of my life, I admire and applaud his grit and determination, his sense of humour like mine is finely honed and he has never failed to make me laugh and cry in equal measures. He shares my love of music and dance so our home is always full of it and we’ve sung, danced and laughed our way through many a trial. He is one of the most compassionate, caring, considerate people that I have ever had the privilege to know and most people that meet him feel the same. He has always been very supportive of me and my parenting as well as my career and our experiences together as a family have made him fiercely loyal and protective of me as his Mum and us as a family unit. I am sure that the future holds good things for My son and I know that like me he will overcome, survive and that his trials will not have been in vain but will add to his wealth of knowledge and experience that he can help and support others as I have done and am doing.
WOW what a gift You have given me Father God, this gorgeous young man and the privilege of being his Mum of witnessing his life and his walk with You. You know he prayed for 5 years for a new Dad then gave up on the idea and on You for some time. Forgive him Lord.
Just when My son wasn’t looking and certainly when I wasn’t looking, You blessed our lives with Mark, the most wonderful man, who loves My son and I as we deserve and loves You too! What more could we ask for. You are a merciful, loving, caring, gracious God.
In 2007 My son met, someone who helped, I stood and observed as Mark edified My son with encouragement to reach for the goals he wanted to achieve in life and gave him the tools to be able to achieve this. I saw in Mark a great mentor and asked him if he would consider joining my team in school as a male mentor for boys, he gave me his card and we parted company.
A week later, I attended an awards evening with my boss and whilst there bumped into Mark for the second time, who was collecting an award. I introduced him to my boss and we got talking. We never stopped talking all evening and found we had a lot in common including five brothers and two sisters each. I told Mark I had been on my own for 9 years and he asked me why. I said because I didn’t want anybody and I didn’t think anybody would want me, to which he said ‘I’d want you’! He asked me out for a meal and we’ve been together ever since.
Neither Mark nor I were looking for a partner, we had both been hurt in previous relationships and had felt that relationships weren’t for us. We went out for a meal to the Devonshire Arms at Beeley in Derbyshire, for the most wonderful meal. Mark picked me up in Chesterfield and opened the car door for me, as I sat down in the car and put my seat belt on, a box of my favourite Thornton’s continental chocolates appeared on my knee, wonderful, simply wonderful!
We talked and talked all evening over our delicious meal and I found Mark a good listener and easy to talk to as well as interesting and witty in his conversation. I talked to him about my past and each time I drew breath I thought ‘why did I tell him that, I won’t say anymore, I’ll change the subject’, but every time I opened my mouth another part of my story came out and fell on his ears. It was excruciating and embarrassing yet liberating and edifying to capture his interest and for him to be so sympathetic, empathetic and understanding.
We went on to a village pub and in the car park Mark said ‘I think I’d like to kiss you now’, wonderful, simply wonderful. We talked, laughed and smiled our way through the evening, one of the best evenings of my life. It was only marred when we had to part company at the end of the evening. I knew then that I was falling for him and that if I was ever going to meet my Prince Charming and find a life partner, which was all I would settle for at this stage, then Mark just might be him. (Cinderella eat your heart out)!
My only concern was how he had taken the truth of my past, I’d just told him that I had been emotionally, physically, mentally and sexually abused as a child and had two failed marriages under my belt and to top it all, I was suspected and accused of having MDBP and had my child taken away from me when he was a baby. I was certain all that information would’ve blown Mark’s mind and I tried during the course of the evening to balance the enormity of it all with my sense of humour and the many positives in my life like my successful counselling. That didn’t stop me from worrying all that night and the following morning, that I’d put him off and wouldn’t see him again, that he would have me down as a no-goer and would’ve breathed a sigh of relief when I eventually walked away from him at the end of the night.
I was so relieved when, after giving himself some time to digest it all and consider carefully embarking on a relationship with me, Mark rang me to say that he would like to see me again. I confessed my worries and concerns and that I thought I had blown it but Mark quickly dispelled all my fears by reminding me that my life story was the past and that I had dealt with it all admirably and come out of it the better and the stronger. He told me that one of the things he admired about me was how I had responded to my counselling and the forgiveness process I had gone through. He felt that I was much more grounded and sorted than anyone else he had known and others that hadn’t been through half of what I had been through. This response from Mark made my heart skip a beat, I was delighted and encouraged by the faith he had in my recovery and any possible future we may have together.
How beautifully and wonderfully You have blessed us with Mark, Father God. He is everything I need and ticks all the boxes on my list. Not only that, he ticks all the boxes on My son’s list too. Could it be Lord that You are finally answering My son’s years of prayer for a new Dad by bringing Mark into our lives! I wasn’t looking for anyone, I wasn’t waiting, it took me by surprise. You have been everything I have needed in the absence of a husband as well as being everything My son has needed in the absence of a father and we will never forget that. Thank You for being patient with us for putting up with our discontent, moans, groans and lack of faith on this matter. Were so pleased You didn’t give up and brought Mark to our lives.
Thank You Father, my husband and My son’s Daddy!
Although My son was aware from the start that I was dating Mark, I had to be sure of Mark’s intentions and indeed mine before I involved My son and allowed him to spend any time with Mark. After some time Mark invited us both to his house for a meal and we accepted, it was very special, Mark wanted to serve us and bless us and he did. My son was very impressed, although he was taken by him straight from the start, when I’d told him I was dating Mark he had remembered Mark from his visit to his school, and was impressed by him then.
All three of us were very happy and more importantly could see and wanted to invest in a future together both individually and collectively.
It could only be Your grace, mercy and divine intervention Father God that has caused the start of this relationship with Mark to be such a positive, loving, supportive one. In my line of work I find myself constantly picking up the pieces of children full of pain and anger when a step family situation arises. Parents who are banging their heads against a brick wall with sheer frustration because these new relationships aren’t working. Yet My son and Mark seem to have a healthy respect for each other which I am certain will blossom into a mutual respect and love. How wonderful!
We met in November 2007, soon Christmas was upon us which gave us the opportunity to meet Mark’s Family and his 17 year old son James. Mark’s family and James embraced us and from the very start, not only made My son and I feel part of the family but that we were family as if we had always been!
How You have blessed us with Mark’s family Father God, My son will have Grand and Great Grandparents for the first time and Mark’s brothers, sisters and their partners and children have welcomed us with open arms, how edifying! My son has a sense of belonging for the first time and is very excited about being a member of the family!
By Christmas, Mark had asked to buy me a ‘friendship’ ring as he had noticed that I hadn’t got any rings. A short while before Christmas I invited Mark over to my house for tea, after we had finished our meal Mark asked me how I thought My son would respond if he was to ask My son for my hand in marriage. I quickly realised that he was serious about our future together and wanted to marry me and take My son on as his own but was it too much too soon. I encouraged Mark to broach the subject with My son which he did and My son was very positive. Mark asked My son for my hand in marriage on Christmas Eve and proposed to me in the most romantic way at his sisters’ house over Christmas dinner.
Everyone was pleased for both of us some were understandably cautious and wary on our behalf which was understandable but all three of us knew this was right and that Mark was answer to My son’s years of praying for a new Dad.
Although it’s all happened so quickly, being with Mark and the prospect of marrying him seems right, it fits My son and I like a glove! Everything I have hoped for and prayed for I see in Mark, the future with Mark, his fathering of My son and his family. I believe Mark is the answer to the 5 years My son prayed for a new Dad and You have blessed him for his faith, persistence and patience. Although My son turned his face away from You when he didn’t think You were sending a new Dad in the fifth year, Mark has renewed his faith.
We went into the New Year considering when we would get married, where we would live, which house we would sell, whether or not we should move My son schools, our finances etc. We decided that we would sell my house, marry in November a year after we had met, make Mark’s house our home and move My son schools. The move of schools was the most important decision for us because of the history, My son had not thrived at school and I wasn’t taken seriously as a parent in fact the school he was attending when we met Mark was doing everything they could to oust My son from the school, as a result his education was suffering.
By June My son had successfully moved to a school that is renowned for being good and had indeed received an ‘outstanding’ in its recent offsted report. The pastoral care My son has received there has been outstanding and the transition phase was equally outstanding. My son’s head of year did a superb job with My son and both she and the school did a superb job offering and delivering the chance for a new start for both My son and I. As a result of this My son went from being an underachieving student to one of the highest achieving students in his year, in the first term he attended the school, miraculous.
How cleverly and masterly You design each area of our lives Father God, what a smart move, You knew when we met Mark that it would mean that My son would have the perfect excuse to move schools and have a fresh start in a new school, in a new area. How smoothly it has gone and how edifying for My son and I to know that given the chance and the right environment he could thrive and grow and we would be free to be the mother and son we always were and You always intended us 2 be! I pray that You will release My son and I from past hurts where the school and other organisations were concerned and help us to forgive, forget and move on!
We were able to get My son into the local Air Cadets where he could make friends with other teenagers in Mark’s area and from his new school, this had the desired effect and My son settled very quickly, made friends very easily and was the happiest he had ever been or ever looked. He grew ever closer to Mark, he was so good with Mark from the start as Mark was with him, he had fallen in love with Mark and as he did so any residue of anger My son felt towards Darrell faded away and My son was released from this final tie that linked him to the pain of the past.
Again, another example of Your perfect design for our lives, how wonderfully easy My son has slipped into life in Chesterfield, his new school, his cadet detachment and his relationship with Mark! Thank You for Mark and My son, for the easy way they have with each other and the fathers heart You have instilled in Mark and the son’s heart You have kept intact in My son despite what he has gone through! Every moment I see them together delights my very soul! I know that their relationship and their love and respect for each other will be healing for both of them as well as for me too!
My son and I met Mark’s son James in Portsmouth where he lives with his Mum and this was a positive time for all of us. We see James at half terms and some weekends and we are building a relationship with him that his very edifying for all of us. As a result of the geographical distance between them and Mark’s career, James and Mark have had a somewhat fractured relationship and Mark was grieving about this when we met. I was able to view their relationship both personally and professionally and highlight to Mark the positives about their relationship and possible positive ways ahead. This approach was successful and healing for James and Mark and paved the way for a positive and successful relationship for James, My son and I! As their relationship improved and grew and as we all grew together as a family unit, both James and Mark healed and Mark realised he was a good Father and would’ve been all along if he had been given a chance.
James is a typical teenager, if there is such a thing, who lives for his mates, his peer group, anything square like the mobile phone, X box. computers and games. He’s a lovely young man who hasn’t had the best of starts and certainly hasn’t had some of the privileges My son has had, most importantly, Father God in his life, but he will be blessed by his renewed and revived relationship with Mark, his Dad and with My son and I.
Mark is a wonderful father and ministers to My son’s and James’s needs and in turn my needs as he stands with me shoulder to shoulder in parenting and loving James and My son. He is 100% behind My son and James in their choices at school and in life, their hopes for the future. Everything I see when I see Mark, James and My son together edifies me and fills me with hope for My son, James and their futures and is certainly not in my experience.
Thank you for James, Father God. I honour Mark’s relationship with him and desire a relationship with him myself and for My son. I know it may not be easy, which is why I need you to be by my side along with Mark to be able to co-parent James with Mark from such a distance. Unfortunately James lives a very different lifestyle from us and has a different approach and view point to life that is in contrast to ours and at times in conflict with ours. Yet we know You have Your hand on his life ‘by proxy’ and that his life and future will be more blessed with us in it and with our daily prayers!
‘Not in my experience’ is a term I always used when I talked to Mark in the early part of our relationship because he never ceased to bless me and My son like no-one had ever done before from the chocolates on the knee on our first date to his romantic proposal for me, from him asking My son for my hand in marriage to taking him for a lads and dads trip out to the golfing range for My son. Not in my experience, not in our experience and Mark said the same. The most edifying thing Mark ever said to me at this time was that hopefully with consistency and continuity I will one Day stop saying ‘not in my experience’ as it will always be my experience and it is and I have stopped saying it, well almost.
How truly wonderful Father God that You would answer My son’s prayers for a new Daddy in such abundance, that is Mark. How he blesses us, how he enriches our lives, such security, such love, such romance, such promise and so very edifying!
We spent every possible moment together in the run up to our wedding in November, My son and I spent more and more time at Mark’s house as that was where we were going to set up home when we were married. In August I met Mark’s next door but one neighbour Glenys who, it turns out attended a church I used to attend when My son was a baby. It was a happy, fateful reunion as we talked about faith and Mark, My son and I’s faith and desire to attend a church in this area, My son at the time was playing rugby for Chesterfield and had a game every Sunday morning which limited us in church attendance. Glenys told us that her church, the one we used to attend when My son was a baby, was going to do an extra evening service in September and did we want to come, we said yes and we’ve attended there ever since. We absolutely love it, its home to us.
How You have blessed us Father God, having Glenys next door but one. I know it’s no coincidence that that is the case and that she lives just 2 doors away, it’s a God-incidence! What soul food it was to find that we had a church just round the corner that felt like home, a church that My son and I had attended before, so we would experience familiar faces. A church we could attend because they were starting an evening service! We are truly blessed to have Glenys close by to share gardens with, cups of tea, prayers, lifts to our connect group and our lives. She blesses all three of us!
My son adores church and its up and coming Youth scene, we have been embraced by the church as readily as we were embraced by Mark’s family. Very quickly My son decided that he would give up rugby because he was enjoying church so much in the evenings that he wanted to go in the mornings too. We felt the same and supported his decision as he could continue rugby at school and take it back up in the future if he wanted to. Base Youth started shortly after we started at church and My son desperately wanted to go but it fell on his cadet meeting nights, he asked us if he could change cadet detachments in order to be free on that night a big decision to make that meant more change for My son but it was what he wanted to do and we supported him in it. As it was My son’s decision it all went very smoothly and he is now an active member of church youth going early on a Sunday morning to help set up church, Sunday nights and Youth base on Friday’s and witnessing to his non-Christian friends at school inviting them along to youth meetings and youth events.
What a servant You have helped me nurture in My son Father God, what a blessing he is to us and Your church. He has took hold of you with both hands as you have with him! Thank You for the youth group he attends that is so nurturing and edifying for My son and us has his parents. He has made firm friendships and has been able to take Dean to each session and give him a taste of You! Wonderful! Thank You for his faithfulness and the heart decisions he makes to follow and trust You after all he has been through.
It could only be Your influence Lord that caused all the changes being at church brought about for My son. Thank You for Christian Life Church, for Nathan, Debbie, Rob, Adam and Sam who are the Base team that bless My son in ways I could have only dreamed of. Thank You for the vision and the prayers that preceded it especially those of Paul, Jeannie, Gavin and Jane, for their faithfulness. Bless the Base team for their faithfulness and dedication to the group and the future of the youth that attend Base. I truly believe that these young men and women of God in our church will partner You to nurture our church youth into young men and women of God also!
Attending church together has added another dimension to our relationship and to our parenting as well as My son’s education and teenage ‘stuff’. Everyone has been so welcoming, encouraging and supportive. The worship and praise is exhilarating and in my opinion second to none, the teachings are inspirational, challenging and God breathed. My son and I have never felt or been so close to God and It meant Mark and I would marry with the support of our church and more importantly with You, Father God, alongside us in a three chord strand.
How edifying, Father God, to have this God given chance to ‘come home’ and be part of such a wonderful church, Your church, with such worship, such praise, such faith, such vision, and such love!
We have been truly blessed with the friends we have made there, the support we have received, the fellowship and the encouragement. Most of all we are so very grateful to be able to be closer to You!
Mark and I planned to get married on 29th November 2008, a year to the day that we had met. We wanted an understated, no fuss intimate wedding that focussed on our union, our vows, our promises to each other and our unity in faith. We wanted to get married with just our two close friends as witnesses and then have a meal together the four of us at Devonshire Arms the venue of our first date, then go on to Filey for the night, a special place for both of us.We talked to James and My son and both our families about our plans and had their blessing.
A wonderful wedding, a wonderful day, and wonderful weekend! Everything was just as we had planned, hoped and wished for. Just before we went into the registrar, Mark put my eternity ring on my finger saying that he was going to vow that he was going to be with me for the rest of our lives and that this ring was evidence of that. How romantic, how reassuring!
When we got to Filey, we were met with freezing fog, but we wouldn’t let that ‘dampen’ our spirits. When we got into our wedding suite, it was gorgeous, everything we hoped it would be. We had a bottle of champagne and some chocolate and Strictly Come Dancing had just started, so we left our bags in the car, opened the bubbly and the chocolate and settled in for the night. Mark said if people knew this was how we were spending our wedding night they would think we were saddo’s, but we weren’t bothered we were as happy as pigs in muck as they say.
What a special day, how wonderful, how intimate, how romantic and edifying. Perfect from start to finish, our wedding day in the sight of our Father God, with Your blessing and the promise that You will also be constant in our lives and partner both Mark and I in a three chord strand as strong as rope.
The next morning we woke up to the most wonderful views of the bay, the sea and the most glorious sunshine, perfect ingredients for the morning walk we had planned before we went back home to My son and church. Mark made me a lovely cuppa and we sat in bed admiring the view and capturing the moment in our hearts. We had a lovely bath together and the most substantial, English breakfast, before we set out on our four hour walk from one end of the beach to the other. We had the beach to ourselves apart from the odd dog walker it was the most romantic, wonderful, breath taking, edifying walk I have ever been on and I didn’t want it to end. Though it did, as we called for the obligatory, yet delightful fish and chips before we went back home to My son in time to go to our church evening service. A wedding weekend of our own design and desiring that was everything we wanted it to be and more. What a wonderful start to our married life.
Amazing, truly amazing, Father God, You have truly blessed us and Your hand has been upon us throughout our wedding weekend, we have felt it and found it comforting and reassuring. Such a romantic, special, edifying time that we will never forget and which enriches my very soul!
This is just the start though Lord and we can’t do it without You, without Your love, Your guidance, Your church, Your support, the answers to our prayers and Your faithfulness that is truly great! Walk hand in hand with us Father and carry us when we need to be carried through all we have to face!
Soon Christmas was upon us as we settled in to married life and our lovely church. Yet I was not feeling too great and not as happy as I should’ve been. I was swamped with urinary infections that wouldn’t respond to treatment. Although our first Christmas was wonderful and everything it should’ve been, I just wasn’t well. I went to the Doctors in the New Year and was told that I had a triple prolapse, bowel, womb and bladder. The doctor said that I would have had the prolapse since My son was born 15 years ago but because I had been celibate since then the increased sexual activity had aggravated and exaggerated it and that I needed corrective surgery as soon as possible. The consultants tried various alternative methods that failed but eventually I went in to hospital for the operation in March 2009. The operation was a success and I felt better immediately, with 6 weeks off to recover, I knew that it would give me the chance to get myself well again and draw nearer to You, Father God, and I did.
Not a great start to married life Father God, yet You walked with us through it as I asked You to. We could see Your hand upon us and Your healing touch. Thank You for the prayer support we received and the speedy and smooth way I was dealt with by the healthcare profession. Thank You for the Consultants, Doctors, nurses and hospital staff that blessed me and looked after me so well. For Mark and My son’s love, patience, understanding and prayers.
I am a new woman and feel so fit and well.
On May 10th 2009 Mark, My son and I were baptized at our church, with all our friends old and new with us. I was very emotional in the lead up, as I watched my gorgeous, son baptized and as I went in myself after our Pastor Paul had said the most edifying wonderful things about us, and then witnessed my darling husband Mark being baptized too. I felt reassured and assured that Father God, in his Grace and Mercy, carefully crafted and designed all of my life story so far, from the little scrap of a babe I was when I was born to the fully grown, gorgeous, child of God, wife and mother I was in that pool when I emerged from the water. The past gone for all 3 of us, our sins washed away, the presence of the Holy Spirit within us and the promise of a certain future of hope in partnership with Father God. Wonderful! As we sat with friends afterwards Mark and I both agreed that we felt ‘new’, I certainly felt clean, renewed and revived; Mark said that he felt he had had a shift in his priorities. My son’s response was ‘AWESOME, MUM, AWESOME’!
My testimony, my life’s story up to date Father God. As I have written every letter, word, sentence and paragraph I have seen Your will being done, I have seen evidence that Your Kingdom has come, I have felt Your unceasing, agape love for me and mine, I have experienced Your forgiveness and Your direction in my forgiveness. My whole life enveloped and enriched by Your Amazing Grace! I love You!
Thank You Father God!
And last but not least:-
Dear brothers and sisters, when troubles come your way, consider it an opportunity for great JOY. For you know that when your faith is tested your endurance has a chance to grow. So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be perfect and complete needing nothing!
James Ch1 v 2-5
I waited patiently for the Lord to help me and he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the pit of despair, out of the mud and the mire! He set my feet on solid ground and steadied me as I walked along! He has given me a new song to sing, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see what he has done and be amazed. They will put their trust in the Lord!
Psalm 40 v 1-3
A note from the writer:-
I give all the praise and all the Glory to our Father God, my co-author, who has never failed me! His amazing grace has delivered me, rescued me, saved me and changed me into who I am today. His endless mercy has brought forgiveness to me and to others through me and allows me to be who I will be tomorrow. His everlasting, unconditional love has surrounded me, comforted me and strengthened me yesterday, today and forever and equips me to feel love, be loved and give love.
What greater love is there than a loving Father who is willing to send his only son to die for me, for us, for our sins so that we may be forgiven and be reconciled and restored to him for all eternity.
What greater assurance and security is there than a loving Father who knows every hair on your head, every breath you are going to take, who knitted you together in your mother’s womb in his perfect likeness.
Thank You my God, my loving Father, my hero!
Additional thanks and big love go to Mark(my love, my best friend, my soul mate, my confidante and God send), James, My son, Josie, my family, Mark’s family, Christian Life Church(Paul, Jeannie, Jane, Gavin, Simon, Kim and our friends their old and new), our friends and neighbours (especially Glenys my sister in Christ like no other), my wonderful colleague Dorothy who keeps me grounded and smiling, Reverend Rivers and Elizabeth my spiritual family, Suzanne, SAIL, Richard ‘I can’ McCann my inspiration, David Peltzer the start of ‘my story’ who nicked my title before I had chance to use it and everyone else who knows me!!!!!!
This hymn is one of my favourites because it speaks of Father God’s AMAZING Grace. It was written in times when slavery was common place and people were reaching out and crying out in their circumstances. I wanted to share with you what the truths written in this hymn means to me and how it reflects the Amazing Grace that has never failed to abound in my life.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
How wonderful is Father God’s Grace, without it where would we be?
Living in sin?
Feeling the effects of our sin?
No promise of eternal life?
It is music to my ears, there is no greater or sweeter sound than the assurance of Father God’s Grace and the evidence of His Grace in my life and the lives of others.
That saved a wretch like me!
How precious is His Saving Grace, He saved me, I am born again. He sent His only son to die for me, for us, for our sins so that we may be forgiven and reconciled to Him with the promise of eternal life. There was no worse a wretch than me when I gave my life to Jesus, with no worse a past. Yet Father God’s Grace was sufficient for me, it covered all my past, my sins, my hurts and assured me of a sure and certain hope for my future. Without Him I am nothing.
I once was lost but now I’m found
When Father God saved me He had already found me, in fact I wasn’t lost to Him ever, He knew me before I was born, He knitted me together in my Mother’s womb. I was:-
Lost to the world
Lost to sin
Lost to others
Lost in my past
Lost in my pain (past hurts)
But not lost to Father God
I was well and truly lost, no Sat Nav could get me on the right track, I had gone so far down the wrong roads that it seemed that my life would never get back on the right track.
Was blind but now I see!
Father God removed the scales from my eyes, He caused me to see:-
The pit of sin I was in
The effect that had on my life
The effect that had on others
The privilege of knowing Him as my personal saviour
The promise of a relationship with Him through faith, prayer and worship
The assurance of Eternal life.
I now see the hand of Father God in my life, from creation, through Jesus’ coming and resurrection to His saving Grace. I see the errors of my ways and the way I should be. I see the benefits and the honour of having a personal relationship with Father God. I see the assurance of being reconciled to Him for all eternity. From Genesis to Revelation it’s all there in His word.
Twas Grace that taught my heart to fear
And Grace my fears relieved!
‘Fear not’ said He, for mighty dread had seized their troubled minds! This chunk of scripture replayed in the classic Christmas carol ‘While shepherds watched’, says it all. How we get ourselves when we don’t ‘let go and let God’! When we don’t trust Father God in our lives and situations and when we don’t allow His Grace to abound in our lives.
In some situations in life it’s inevitable and sometimes appropriate to express fear, if we went around rushing headlong into life in a fearless way we wouldn’t have to exercise our faith, so it’s normal and healthy to worry about that exam coming up, that test at the hospital and whether or not the bills are going to get paid this month. What isn’t appropriate is allowing fear and worries to ‘trouble’ you then ‘seize’ your mind. In allowing fear to ‘seize your troubled mind’ we allow it to seize our hearts, our faith, our lives,
The wonderful part of Amazing Grace is the promise that Father God’s Grace can relieve your fears if you cast your cares upon Him and leave your worries and fears at the foot of the cross.
How precious did that Grace appear
The hour I first believed!
When I gave my life to Jesus during the Billy Graham event in Chesterfield in 1984, I remember being blown away by the fact that not only had my sins been forgiven and I had the assurance of eternal life but I had a direct line to Father God, I could talk to Him about anything in prayer and cast my cares upon Him. Easy Peasy lemon squeezy, but not for me, as I went on to pick and choose what I prayed about and what I worried about. As the hymn so often played at Billy Graham events says:-
What a friend we have in Jesus
All our sins and griefs’ to bear
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer
The hymn goes on to remind us that:-
Oh what peace we often forfeit
Oh what needless pain we bear
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer
25 years later I’m much better at it yet I’m still learning to rely on His Amazing Grace to
abound in my life and my trials.
Through many dangers toils and snares
I have already come!
Tis Grace that brought me here thus far
And Grace will lead me on
I was born with my ‘dukes up’ fighting for my life and with Father God’s Grace I won that battle, the first of many to come. Not surprisingly each battle I have fought, each trial in my life I have had to face, more often than not I have tried to ‘go it alone’ and I have been well into the battle and sometimes battle scarred and weary before I have ‘let go and let God’! What a crying shame, oh what peace I forfeited, oh what needless pain I bore!
It’s only by maturing in my faith and by looking back on my life, seeing Father God’s hand on my life and the evidence of His Grace abounding in me and my life, that I come to a place of peace, pain-free and in the perfect state of Grace.
Only by His Grace can I write these words, only by His Grace am I here to tell this story, only by His Grace have I come ‘thus far’ and I can only carry on by His Grace. His Amazing Grace.
When we’ve been dead ten thousand years
Bright shining like the sun!
I’ve no less days to sing God’s praise
Than when I first begun!
I believe that when our Lord Jesus Christ walked amongst us knowing full well what His fate would be that He also had to draw on his Father’s Grace, when for instance He was tempted by Satan in the dessert, when He knew one of his closest friends would betray Him, when He pleaded with our Father to ‘take this cup from me’ and pleaded with Him ‘is there no other way’. The clearest evidence I see of Father God’s Grace abounding in Jesus’ life is in the run up to His death on the cross, in particular when He said ‘forgive them Father for they know not what they do’! Not only was He willing to die that horrible death on the cross for their sins and ours but by His Father’s Grace He was also able to forgive them, then and there as He was crucified. No greater love, no greater forgiveness and no greater Grace.
In dying on that cross our Lord Jesus Christ, as He had promised, reconciled us to Father God in the forgiveness of our sins and the assurance of eternal life with Him and His Father and the promise that He was leaving His Holy Spirit with us to live in us and amongst us until we die or He returns.
It is for these reasons that I am beyond a shadow of a doubt that I will be ‘singing Father God’s praise with the angels for all eternity’. I know that sounds like a rehash of a Robbie Williams song but it wasn’t intended and it’s the truth. The truth of Father God’s Amazing Grace!
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
I once was lost, but now I’m found
Was blind but now I see!
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