Hi my name is Mary Lou. I had a very bad childhoodwhile growing up. I lost my dad when I was born. My mother lived with a manwhose name was Joe. When I was six years old I was sexually abused by him andalso abused in other ways, such as physically and mentally. Oneday, he threw me down the stairs and broke my shoulder bone. Also, another timehe hit me over the head with a high heel shoe. I constantly lived in fear forthe growing part of my life. When I was twelve I started drinking. I startedsteeling and sleeping with different guys. I hated my mom and step dad for whatthey did. I started to experiment with different things such as witchcraft,sauagnises, ouiji boards, etc. I did love my grandmother though. After she died,a part of me died with her. She was the only person I really felt safewith.
I grew up as an atheist, I didn't believe in Godor devil. I used to go visit my grandmother a lot. I used to sit and watch her.She read the bible and prayed. I used to think to myself: I wonder why. Shealways told my brother and I that God loved us so much. I use to wonder if therereally was a God. And if really did love me why did he let all those terriblethings happen to me. I hated my life and everything in it.
One day I ran away from home. It was one of themany times I ran away. I was so afraid to be alone in the house, especially whenmy step dad was there. I was so ashamed. I wanted to tell my mom what he wasdoing to me, but he said if I ever told her, he would kill me.
Finally, I had enough courage to tell her and hercomment to me was that it was my fault, that I was enticing him. When he burntboth my hands on the stove, she took me to the doctor and the doctor asked howit happened. She said that I was standing on the counter and I fell on to thestove and burnt my hands. These were all lies that she had contrived. When mystepfather hit me over the head with a shoe, I lied in a pool of blood. Thisterrorized me, I was living in constant fear. Finally as I got older, I signedmyself in a foster home. I stayed and lived there till I was 16 or 17 years old.
How I Overcame It
Well, that's all what I am going to say rightnow. There is a lot more, so much much more to say. I just wanted to saysomething about myself that I think others would like to hear.
As I was growing up, I learned to get through thehurts and pains and the many scares and wounds I've had experienced. I foundthat the best way to deal with them is to talk to someone about it. Believe me,it wasn't easy thing to do.
I found out that there was a God and he reallydid care about the hurts and pains I went through. He was there with me all thetime. He was also experiencing everything that I was going through. Today, I ama better person for it. God found me and reach down and pull me out of my miseryand sin. He gave me a new life. Now, I am married with three grown children ofmy own and four of the most beautiful grandchildren who are so precious tome.
The best of all is I am a child of the King, therighteous one. I would never change that for all the wealth in the world. Godcan do the same thing for you. So, if anyone is reading this and going throughthe same thing and is afraid to talk about it to someone or feeling ashamed andyou think that nobody cares or understands, well, here I am the living proof totell you that I care, I know and understand exactly what you are going through.I would love to help you if you would let me.
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