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TITLE: Through His Eyes 6/17/17 By Deborah Mayers 06/17/17 |
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The Journey
On my life's journey from sexual abuse victim to victory over the abuse in Jesus Christ, I came to realize as I approached middle age, that quite a few of my peer's females and males, the majority being females had been sexually abused as children but never spoke to anyone about what they had experienced. Given what you have just read, you may ask the question: “Why?”
First of all, we were born in an era where these types of crimes were rarely discussed and if such a crime was discovered, it was commonly and quietly swept under the rug. I have also heard of reports where the victim was told by a parent or caregiver not to tell anyone and to “just get over it.” These kinds of responses lead to feelings of guilt and shame on the part of the person who was abused.
Consequently, we have a segment of my generation out there called the “baby boomers” who are still trying to “just get over it.” It’s for this reason I have become so passionate in seeking to be a vessel that God can use to point people who are struggling with this issue to the cross of Christ for the complete restoration of their bodies, souls, minds, and spirits. I like to quote what Harriet Tubman said to her parents who were struggling to leave slavery: “You are never too old to be free.”
Day 1
His Eyes
All-night, his eyes had followed my every move. I had noticed him watching me earlier and felt my self-esteem rise a little higher. Then, when I got in front of the fireplace to sing and dance as I had often done, I could tell he was waiting for me to begin with great anticipation. I would later discover such attention comes at a very high price. You see, my friend, my childhood was about to be stolen through the eyes of the evil one. The eyes of one who had come to destroy my soul, and steal my innocence, childhood, and destiny.
Many other horrors transpired as a result of that night as I embraced looking at myself through the eyes of the enemy. However, once I learned to look at myself through the eyes of Christ, my entire life was transformed and made new.
This form of abuse is an entry for the enemy to begin a reign of terror, leading to the construction of a massive stronghold over a long period of time. This particular stronghold not only affects the victim but if not stopped, it will also extend to the children, grandchildren, and future generations. In other words, the manifestation of this stronghold creates generational curses resulting in seeds of:
1.Deception
2.Unforgiveness
3.Shame
4.Guilt
5.Perversion
God's ultimate plan for our first sexual encounter is for it to be with a mate of His choosing. This act brings a blessing on the covenant of marriage between a man and a woman, which results in a blessing on the earth according to Genesis 1: 27-28 (NCV): “So God created human beings
in His image. In the image of God, He created them male and female. God blessed them and said, ‘Have many children and grow in number fill the earth and be its master. Rule over the sea, and over the birds in the sky and over every living thing that moves on the earth.’”
Prayer
Hello, Lord, this is your child. I know you have loved me even before the foundations of the earth. If I feel my mother or father has forsaken me, I know you will never forsake me. You have engraved my name into the palm of your hand and added me to the Lamb's book of life to dwell with you throughout all eternity. Therefore, I will not be terrified or live in fear, what can man do to me? He may violate this earthly body but can never destroy my soul or my spirit, which belongs to you. Father, I completely surrender my life to you, entrusting myself to your divine care. I know you will bring me into your kingdom for your honor and glory. You will do more than I can ask, think or imagine as I submit to the healing power of the blood of your dear Son, my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Amen!
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