My testimony
For eight years I lived in an abusive relationship. During this time I had two children. These children will always be close to my heart and I thank God every day for blessing me with them. During the time I stayed with their father my children witnessed me being emotionally, financially, spiritually and physically abused. Some times my son was the victim of abuse when his father would drag him into arguments and tell him that his mother was a liar and idiot or not worth the piece of ground she was standing on.
My children were also excessively punished. It is not my purpose here to go into details of the abuse because I feel it serves no purpose. However, I will say that one psychiatrist who treated my son after I left the situation likened our symptoms as similar to people who had been tortured in concentration camps.
One day a friend at work told me that God had a plan for me. I laughed and said God has no place in my life. He was there once but I thought I was the one mistake he made. I was at the point of suicide and I thought if I could drive my car off the mountain that night I would be doing everyone a favour. That night I prayed for the first time in years. I asked God to show me what to do
The next day I cleaned the house. I made an extra effort. I thought if everything was perfect then he would be happy and everything would be ok. But when the children's father came home he said there was a mark on the bathroom wall, and I was the worst housekeeper he had ever met. I don't know what came over me I started yelling at him. I wanted him to leave. He hit me and I decided then it was time to go. To get out of the house I told him I was taking the children for a drive, so that we could all calm down, and I apologised for upsetting him. We never went back. I left with the clothes on our backs. That was three years ago.
After a few weeks my son started telling me about his secret worlds. He began to attack me and smashed windows furniture and anything else he could find. He would tell me that he was going to ring his Dad to come and kill me. I thought I must be the worst mother in the world. He was eventually hospitalised with post traumatic stress syndrome and the doctors queried Dissociative Identity Disorder. This is extremely difficult to diagnose in a six year old boy. During all this time my daughter suffered in silence.
One day my little boy cut me with a knife and a neighbor suggested I try Sunday school. I said "Hey I've tried everything else" I took both the kids and while they went to Sunday School I went to church. I didn't hear much of what the Pastor said except "God doesn't make mistakes, and you are not a mistake". I thought then of the sacrifice Jesus made for me and I asked him back into my life. Since that day we have not looked back. Yes there are difficult times and the children have to still endure access visits but God provides them with a protection I never could. My children have not been physically abused during their access visits. I have found through prayer and love we can heal. You too can find this through Jesus Christ.
I hope to provide prayer and support to other parents going through the same things. Visit my guest book and prayer book. If you would like a prayer partner or simply would like prayer please let me know. Remember always God does not make mistakes.
Genesis 1:31
Then God saw everything that He had made, and indeed it was very good. So the evening and the morning were the sixth day
 
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