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In this post Cheryl shares her experience with sexual abuse. I pray that God may touch your heart through her experiences and that one day you might be able to share with us here your own experiences with God.

This is the story of who I am, where I’ve been…and where I’m going. Have you ever asked yourself those questions, “Who am I?” “What is the meaning of life, why is there so much suffering, what purpose is there in it all?” “Where am I going, what is in my future, what do I have to look forward to?” I have! I asked them many times and I kept asking them because I never seemed to be able to find any answers…none that really hit home anyway, that is until 1993, just after I’d turned 29. But I’m getting ahead of myself here. Let me tell you a little bit about where I’ve been first. Then I’d like to share with you who I am and what is in my future. And thank you for taking the time to read my story. May God use it to touch your heart today.

I was born in 1964, the oldest of three children that my mother and father had. I don’t remember very much about my father, he wasn’t home for the most part. He worked out of town and had a weakness for women that kept him pretty busy. My mother was just 28 and I was eight when he was killed in an accident. My sister was seven and my brother four. We cried when mom told us, but I think it was more because she was crying….we hardly knew our dad. In all the TV shows, the kids dad’s played with them, talked to them….hugged them. After my dad died I noticed this even more and I began noticing the dads in our neighborhood….sometimes very jealous of the kids who had a dad.

My mom started seeing a man about a year after my father was killed. I began to fantasize about him being my new daddy–he was around a lot, I thought it would be great to just have a dad who was home every night. A couple months before my 10th birthday I got my wish, the two of them ran off and got married.

A lot of things happened in the years between then and my 17th birthday. The fantasy life I had dreamt about, and thought I had, turned out to be a mirage. My new dad was home a lot, but that was because he was an alcoholic and couldn’t seem to hold down a job. I loved and hated him at the same time, he was the only father I had ever really known and I was desperate for a daddy.

I could write a book about those years. But, I’ve since come to realize that an awful lot of people have already beat me to it. During that time, for almost eight years, I was sexually abused by my new “dad” while my mother knew and chose to turn the other way. I later learned that he had also abused my two sisters. (My youngest sister is really my half sister, mom was pregnant for her when she and my step-dad married). I got mixed up in alcohol and drugs, ended up pregnant at 14, fought my way through cancer and chemotherapy at 15, and attempted suicide a couple times. At 16 I was engaged, at 17 I was a child bride still in high school. There are many books out there that sound much the same aren’t there? Perhaps you know someone, or maybe even you yourself have a story similar to what I’ve written above.

Well, back to my story. When I left home at 17, I thought that my dreams were finally going to come true. My husband had also come from an alcoholic home, his family was very poor, but we were determined to make a better life for ourselves and the children we planned to have. We worked very hard at it. Several times the pressure built to the point where we talked about divorce. We threatened, yelled, screamed, slammed doors, packed bags, you name it but, we just couldn’t bear the thought of hearing people say ” I told you so, knew it wouldn’t last.” so, we stuck it out.

Our first son was born when I was two months shy of 20. He was beautiful and exactly what I had prayed for. I lost a baby and a fallopian tube to a tubal pregnancy prior to our son’s conception. The doctor wasn’t sure I would ever be able to conceive with the one remaining tube, it was badly damaged due to my bout with cancer. I really felt that our son was a miracle. My husband was so proud, and I just knew things were going to change for us, that we were going to be the perfect little happy family now that we had our baby boy.

But things didn’t get better, they got worse! When our son was 2, I went to work full time. He was sexually abused by the baby-sitters 10-yr. old son. My heart broke clean in two at that point. I never thought my child would experience what I had growing up, I thought I could protect him. Although our son was very small when he was abused, it affected him deeply for years. My husband would not accept what had happened to our little boy until our son was caught “experimenting” with a friend’s child, then he went off the deep end and couldn’t even look at him. Their relationship suffered for a long time.

7 years into the marriage my husband decided that he just didn’t want to be married any more and wanted to be by himself. For two weeks I begged and pleaded with him to stay and work it out but he refused and started making plans to leave us. My family was crumbling around me and I was desperate to save it but I didn’t know what to do. Then one night he came home and told me he had thought about it and changed his mind! I found out I was pregnant with our second son shortly after my husband and I patched things up. Our boys are almost 6 years apart.

When our baby was about 21 months old we bought a new home (the one with the pool) and tried to forget the past. My husband had an excellent job and we had decided that I wouldn’t work outside the home again until the baby started school. Things were pretty good for a while; the new home kept us busy. We remodeled several of the rooms and settled in.

One day I looked around at all I had, my family, friends, the house, pool, cars, everything, and a quiet panic came over me. I realized that I had reached my dream and discovered to my horror that I felt empty inside! There wasn’t any joy or peace in my life. There was no satisfaction! I knew that I should have been grateful, pleased with all that I had, and I was angry with myself because I wasn’t. There was a huge space inside me that wanted to be filled and yet I couldn’t seem to figure out with what!

I felt dead inside! I realized that I had always felt like that. Oh, I had experienced a kind of joy or happiness, a peace at times in my life but it never lasted. It was like I tried to fill up that empty space inside me with a lot of different things and for a while some of them seemed to work. Then suddenly whatever I had filled the space with fell right through and the space got even bigger!

I had so many questions! Most of them started out with “why God?” I had been brought up to believe in God, went to church every Sunday, knew deep down that there was a God, I just didn’t know if I liked Him! He didn’t seem to know what He was doing, if He did, I didn’t think He was doing a very good job! I was angry with Him, then I’d feel guilty for being angry! Then I’d get angry again because I felt guilty. What did God want from me anyway!!

That was my life for 29 years. Now I’d like to share with you what has happened in my life since I was introduced to Jesus Christ in February 1993. Yes, I “met” Jesus! I had never known Him before although I was brought up hearing His name. I knew some information about Him, but I didn’t know Him at all. Like I know some information about the President, but I don’t really know the President. I went to church and religious instruction when I was a kid and continued to attend church during my adult life. To me Jesus had always been “the man nailed to the giant cross at the front of the church.” He was nothing more to me than a statue, a fairy tale. In church when they talked about Him rising from the dead, it sounded a little spooky to me, like a ghost story.

But around the time when that quiet panic set in that I mentioned before, God sent my brother to talk to me about Him. My brother was the last person I would have listened to and believed about anything! But God knew what it would take to soften my hard heart. It took my former drug addict, liar, thief, and con-artist convict brother who turned a born again Christian!

He started writing home about the Lord while in prison. My husband said sarcastically, “They all find God in jail.” I agreed with him, I’d heard about lots of people who got “religion” in jail. I remained skeptical for over a year, until my brother came home after being away for 4 years. When I saw Him I knew that something wonderful had happened to Him, but I wasn’t sure what. He stayed with us for 3 weeks and during that time He not only told me how Jesus had changed His life, changed him, He showed me also! My brother was a different person. Drug free, content, at peace with himself and life. That’s exactly what I wanted! He shared with me all that God had done for Him, how He had taken care of him, how He had given him this amazing peace, even in the middle of troubles.

I asked my brother many, many questions. I began to see God in a whole new way. I realized that Jesus was real, that He proved He was who He said He was, (God) when He rose from the dead 3 days after He was nailed to that cross! Death couldn’t hold Him! My brother encouraged me to get a Bible, (I had to go out and buy one) and start reading it. He told me all the answers I needed were in the Book God had provided for us so that we could know Him. I took his advice and bought one that was written in Modern English and easy to read and understand.

I have to tell you, I have never been so absorbed in a book before (and I love to read!) I couldn’t put this Bible down! Things began to make sense to me! I started to see God’s hand in everything! It was wonderful, glorious, I was totally absorbed in learning about my Creator! I was in love! A friend of mine described it to me once. Shortly after she surrendered to Jesus an overwhelming love and joy filled her heart so full that she had to pull her car over, she was driving home from my house at the time. She later told me on the phone that she wept and sobbed and the feeling she described was of falling in love for the first time but even MORE intense than that! When you truly realize the depths of God’s love for you, when you understand what was done for you, gratitude and love overflow in your heart and it can be a very intense experience.

So, God grabbed my heart and led me into a relationship with Him that is difficult, even now, for me to completely understand and believe. I trusted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior February 21, 1993.

Jesus carried me through some rough stuff over the next several months. Two deaths in the family, one was my step-dad. Before he was hospitalized I had come to despise him so much. One day after he had come for a visit I found myself sick to my stomach with hatred for him because of what he was doing to himself, what he had done to our family for so many years. I wanted to love my dad without feeling the hate at the same time, I asked Jesus to help me. He did, and I was able to forgive my dad for what he had done and love him totally! I saw him in that moment as hurting, dying and in need of the Savior instead of the monster I had come to look at him as. While lying in that hospital, dying a very painful death, he trusted Christ.

Dad was in I.C.U for 3 weeks and during that time my baby sister, Holly, and I spent most of our time there with him. It was the hardest thing I have ever been through. Watching someone you love suffer like that is agony. Watching those who love the one suffering is about as close to unbearable as it can get. But, my Bible was my constant companion and through God’s Word I was strengthened and comforted. And before dad pasted away, Holly too, came to know Jesus as her savior!

My two boys are now saved as well! The oldest accepted Christ shortly after I did, the youngest not long after his brother. This past year, 1995, my mother asked Christ to save her! My other sister has just started coming to church and is now reading the Bible, she is still confused about many things, but I know that God is working in her heart and that if she is truly seeking Him she will be saved. My husband has not yet placed his trust in Christ but I know God wants him to take the gift, he has to choose to accept it. Many from my new church family are praying for him. Our family life is 200% better. Life finally has meaning, God has blessed me by showing me what the really important things in life are.

Jesus didn’t take away all my problems, I still have rough days, He just carries me now when I get tired of them. And those feelings that I spoke of earlier, well, they come and go, just as in any relationship. It takes commitment to keep that relationship up! God does His part all of the time, but I tend to slack off. But I can tell you this, even when I didn’t FEEL joyful and full of love inside for my Lord, I NEVER doubted that He was near me, that He loves me, that He was caring for me…not for a minute, no matter how I “felt”. God is always faithful and His faithfulness does not depend on mine or on how I feel or anything else! He is faithful and loving because He is God! It has to do with who He is, not who I am! That is so reassuring to me, because if I had to be worthy of His love and mercy, if I somehow had to earn it there would be no hope for me.

Jesus also made it possible for me to forgive my dad and mom and my son’s abuser, not excuse them, but forgive so that I was no longer a slave to the hate and anger that had eaten away at me. Jesus healed me and I became whole! For the first time I realized what love truly is.

Christ loved us so much He left heaven, became human, died for what we all did, and rose from the dead so that we could have eternal life with Him! No matter how much I love it can never compare to that! He has given me peace, a peace that doesn’t come from what is going on around me, but from what is going on within me. The space is filled with Him now. Nothing else could have ever filled it because it was shaped exactly like Him. God created each one of us that way, unsatisfied until He fills us and Has a relationship with us.

I don’t understand all that God does or why He does it, and anyone who says they do is either lying or fooling themselves. We can get to know God very well by reading His Word (the Bible) but He is so far above us we cannot comprehend all of God. But I know that He really does have it all under control. He is God, He created everything, He alone knows how it’s all supposed to fit together. He wants me to trust Him with that. Because He saved me I can do nothing else. I love Him because He first loved me!

Where am I going? What do I have to look forward to in the future? The list is practically endless! I now see so many blessings, so many opportunities to make a difference in people’s lives, a difference that REALLY counts and REALLY lasts! An opportunity to REALLY love people and tell them about Jesus no matter what it costs. Jesus did that. He came to love us and he gave His life for us. Loving us cost Jesus everything…and we GAINED everything! Truth and love go hand in hand. God is love…but love is not God, as some believe. A Chevy is an automobile, but not all automobiles are Chevy’s. God is a personal being who LOVES us all! He loves you! He wants you to be with Him forever! He wants to give you hope! He wants to bless you! He wants a personal relationship with you! He wants you to know that you can be forgiven for ANYTHING that you have ever done! Would it be loving to know this and keep it from others? No! And that’s why I tell people about Jesus. My life has changed and my future is so bright! Theirs can be too!

There is joy now in just being a wife and mother, true joy knowing that God has given me the privilege of bringing two children up to know, honor and praise Him! I no longer think that I have to be something else to be valuable and significant. I am all of that just because God created me. Everything in my life means so much to me now; everything is a precious treasure, a gift that God has given to me! And if I should take my last breath tonight, I KNOW for certain that I will be immediately in His presence, I will be forever with the God who loves me so much! I will be with my Lord and Savior Jesus in heaven, a place where there is never a tear or any sorrow or pain. He has said so, and although it is difficult for me to comprehend what that will be like…I believe it because He said it would be so.

My life is rich and full and wonderful! It was only God’s grace and mercy that kept me going through all of those years without Him as Lord of my life. There is no longer any void in my life, and each struggle, each new trial and difficulty is another opportunity to stand in awe of God as I witness Him take care of me and get me through each one. But I am so glad that I don’t ever have to try and work anything out all by myself anymore. So glad that he is always with me, working everything, even the rough stuff, for good.

In August 1993, God called me to an evangelistic outreach here on-line. It wasn’t something I wanted to do because I had other plans for how God was going to use me <grin>. I’m so glad that He is patient…I’m so glad that I’M not God!! God has blessed me with artistic abilities and I love to draw and paint. I didn’t realize at the time that He was calling me to “color” people’s lives with His love:) He sure takes some messes and turns them into masterpieces! Anyway…after submitting to His will in it all He blessed me greatly. I cannot begin to tell you how deeply it effects me to see people come to the Lord and I am astounded that He chooses to work through me to accomplish this. I am nothing without my Lord and yet there are still times when I get it into my head that I can somehow get more accomplished on a grander scale if I do it my way! I am VERY hard headed:) But God is good, and gracious, and ever so loving. May all glory, honor, and praise be His…forever and ever!

For me, seeing someone come to Christ is the most wonderful experience next to my own relationship with Him. To share with others what He has done, for me, and for them, is why I am here on the Internet, and on this earth.

Thank you again for taking the time to read my story. May God bless you!

UPDATE: In July 1997, a very dear friend of ours, who did not know the Lord, had a massive heart attack and left this earth, a wife and 2 children, for a Christless eternity. He was 39 years old, just 3 years older than my husband, and his death hit my husband hard. His health began to suffer and he was faced with the fact of his own immortality. We sorrow over the loss of our friend, but God has used it for good. On September 2 1997 my husband trusted Jesus Christ as his personal Savior and Lord! Oh how I praise God! Our whole house now serves the Lord!! We continue to pray for those we know who still have not come to Christ and that the Lord would give us opportunities to share with them the unspeakable gift of love that God has provided for us in His Son, Jesus Christ.

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In this post Deb shares her experience with finding Jesus love for us. I pray that God may touch your heart through her experiences and that one day you might be able to share with us here your own experiences with God.

God says to be proud of where you have been and how He has given you a new life in Christ Jesus. God pulled me from the depths of hell, reached right down into the pit I was in, and pulled me out! He took my eyes off of myself and put them on Jesus – then Jesus turned them to others in my life who are very much in need of the same love and forgiveness that I was so mercifully shown.

I did nothing to deserve this great love of God – I have come to know this as Grace!

I am 57 years old (2012), have been a Christian for almost four years. I live in Mahahual, Mexico with my husband and have lived here for almost eight years now on a full-time basis. We moved from Lexington, South Carolina in May of 2004.

We made the decision to move to Mexico after my husband had a heart attack and two strokes, with indications from doctors that he may not have much longer in this world. We decided to live out our remaining days together in Mexico, a place we had grown to love over many years of vacationing here.

I left behind my parents, a sister, two sons, and many close friends. I didn’t think it would be very long before I would be returning, not thinking that my husband’s health would hold up much longer. God had other plans!

At the time we left, both of my sons were struggling with drug addictions manifested by all of the pain in their lives. Most of this pain was caused directly by me or those I put in their lives. I thank God every day for the transparency of my heart today, knowing the true forgiveness of Jesus Christ.

It’s amazing when your life comes into the Light! You see things in a totally different way, and you forgive yourself for choices you have made during your lifetime which have hurt others, affected others, not to mention what you were doing to yourself at the time! You find peace among all the clutter, the garbage, the ugliness of sin that once existed in your life. You are a forgiven child of God.

Sin is an ugly word and something that people run from – no one likes to hear that they are a sinner, but we’re all in the same boat! We all need the love and forgiveness offered to us so freely in Christ Jesus – every day. And, He paid a phenomenal price so we could have that love and forgiveness – He did it for us – all of us!

Less than a year after moving to Mexico, I had a terrible automobile accident on the highway when a tire blew on the truck I was driving. I was traveling alone.

The truck went over a 20’ embankment, straight down, then traveled about 300 yards over rocky terrain at 65 miles per hour – I had the cruise control on and never touched the brakes. The truck came to rest against a tree. I came out of the accident with only a broken hip which had to be put back together with pins and rods.

I was not wearing my seat belt!

The accident happened at 11:45 a.m. and it wasn’t until 8:00 p.m. that I received medical treatment. I was told that I might never walk again. Everyone said I should not have come out of the accident alive. God had other plans!

Today, I walk just fine, with a little wobble as my husband calls it, but I’m as good as new except for a very beautiful scar. This scar reminds me daily of God’s Love for me. I was bedridden for three months; lots of time to think about the direction my life was taking.

Shortly after my accident, we moved to another area further north and further away from town. We moved onto the property of two very good friends we had met shortly after my accident. This lady, my dear friend JoAnne, is the only one who came to visit me every day.

I don’t know why she came – I was a dreadful mess and cried a lot – yet, she came every day – without fail. They allowed us to move our RV onto their property which was magnificent – right on the oceanfront. We built a life there, a very carefree, laidback lifestyle that was so very precious. We lived there for about 2 years, then came Hurricane Dean.

In August of 2007, Hurricane Dean devastated Mahahual and surrounding areas with a direct hit — it was a Category 5 — and it destroyed everything in its path. There was not a single loss of life, however, with good planning and preparation of moving the people out before the storm arrived.

We were very fortunate to have our RV, so we packed it up with a few personal belongings, as many as we could take with the space we had available, and moved inland to a little town called Limones. Little did we know that when we moved, we would not be able to come back for almost two months.

All of the roads were completely washed out – houses destroyed. It was not a pleasant experience . I felt so helpless trying to comfort those who lost everything – and I do mean everything!

Those of us who were fortunate enough to still have a place to live joined together to deliver food, water and clothing to the people of Mahahual and the surrounding areas. A friend of mine cried when talking about one of her deliveries on a given day saying that one of the ladies begged her for her plastic garbage bag once she had unloaded her items, saying she needed it to stay out of the rain.

I have never seen such an effort of the foreigners living here in coming together with endless love and compassion. It was very, very hot, and conditions were such that, in some areas, we actually had to use all-terrain vehicles to drive up the beaches to deliver food and water as there were not roads that were passable. It was one of the most humbling experiences of my life.

I remember sitting at the table in my RV one night, talking to God. I told Him that I couldn’t keep doing this; it was just too much and the heat was just unbearable. He reminded me of the night He saved us from that horrible storm, with six adults, three children, and my two dogs and cat in a 10’x10’ concrete building with the windows and doors rattling and threatening to be opened by the horrid winds. He also reminded me of my home, the RV, which sat through treacherous conditions without a scratch or ding! He reminded me of our many blessings – and they were immense!

In October, we moved back to the area where we had lived before. However, the property where we were just prior to the hurricane was damaged so badly that there was no place for our RV. We made a decision to move onto the property of some new owners who we had worked for prior to the hurricane in an effort to help them put their home back together again. It also gave us a place to live. It was an experience of a lifetime.

If you can imagine a city or town with no trees, no foliage, nothing green – everything was gray! It was very hard not to be depressed being surrounded by so much destruction. We worked very hard alongside the builder and were able to get their house back together for them to enjoy Christmas here that year – a miraculous task if I do say so myself!

Sure, I Knew There Was A God, and I Prayed And Talked To God, But Only When “I” Needed Him

I remember when their family arrived – such a joyous group of Christians. At this point in my life, I was not a Christian; had not been in church as a child. Sure, I knew there was a God, and I prayed and talked to God, but only when “I” needed Him! I never took the time to just say Thank You Lord!

I must say I was envious of what I saw in their family. They had so much love, so much joy, so much togetherness. I felt very sorry for myself, knowing my family was left behind in Carolina and I had no family here other than my husband. I also reflected on the many struggles in my life as a child and as a mother – the divorce, my drug use, the financial difficulties, and the most critical error of all – not allowing God into our lives!

One special afternoon, I was invited to join them for a devotional. I anxiously accepted the invitation, and couldn’t wait until the time rolled around. When I entered the house, I was welcomed with lots of love, hugs from all, and I can’t remember a time in my life when I had ever felt more loved.

What a spectacular array of God’s Love! We prayed, we enjoyed the devotional -then came the music! I could not sing as the tears were flowing like rain! They comforted me, they loved me, reached out to me and were concerned about me. But one thing that appeared rather strange to me was that through it all, they were smiling.

As Christians, they knew exactly what was happening – I was, for the first time in my life, sitting at the feet of Jesus! The evening ended all too soon for me, but I do know that when I left their house that night, I had been changed.

In March, 2008, I became aware of the presence of the Holy Spirit in my life — I became a Christian. God wrapped His Arms around me and my life and embraced me in a way I had never been loved before – and I know now that He had been there all my life, but I just didn’t know how to find Him – I didn’t know Jesus! His Presence was absolutely overwhelming and stronger than anything I had ever experienced.

This is a time that I remember very vividly; a week that I was spending alone as my husband had returned to the U.S. for a doctor’s appointment. Being alone, it gave me time to think, read, and spend some quality time with myself. Little did I know that God had other plans for that week! It was then that I started to uncover who I really am!

The owner’s home had been closed up for the spring/summer season. It was unoccupied for those months. However, being alone, with access to the house, I went over to gather some reading material. I found many inspirational books and thought I would give it a try.

I must say at this point that I wasn’t sure I could understand them as all of my life, I had been plagued with a serious reading disability. I was ashamed of this disability, and hid it very well from the world. However, deep inside, it was something that had bothered me for years. So, I would attempt to read in my leisure time – so here we go!

I started reading one book I will never forget – It was titled: “Inspirational Stories That Touch The Heart.” I don’t remember the author, but I promise you, at that point in time, that was of no significance. There was a purpose for choosing this particular book. I didn’t recognize that purpose when I started, but by the time I finished the book eight hours later, I was beginning to come alive!

My Heart Was Softened To The Point Where I Was An Emotional Mess

As I read the stories, the words flowed from the pages as if there was someone else reading, not the one who had a reading disability! And as the words flowed, so did the tears. I remember going through almost an entire box of

Kleenex before finishing that one book! Something was strange here; what was happening to me?!? But, I couldn’t stop – I didn’t want to eat, sleep or move. I was totally overwhelmed with this filling – not feeling – but filling! My heart was softened to the point where I was an emotional mess, but I just couldn’t stop reading!

I went back to the house for more books, and this time, I got three or four. This reading marathon went on for days without end. Three days later, I had a friend who visited me to check and see if I was okay being here alone. When she walked into the RV, I remember the look on her face. The couch was full of books – probably 20 or 30 books – seriously! Once I got started, I just couldn’t stop! She looked at me and asked if I was okay. I remember telling her, “I’m wonderful! Sit down, we have to talk.”

She sat and listened to what I’m sure she thought was a crazed woman, being locked up alone for a full week with no one to talk to. As she listened, I told her, “We’re going to start a church, and I’m going to preach!” She laughed until I told her that I was serious, that it was something that was very much needed here, and I was up to the challenge.

At that time in my life, I felt like I could stand on the mountaintop and preach to the world without any hesitation, reservation or doubt. Of course, at the time, I had been filled with the Power of the Holy Spirit. Jesus had come into my life! I was not “prepared” to preach, but you couldn’t tell my heart that!

I had to “do” something with what was happening to me, but I didn’t know what. The excitement; not being able to sleep, eat, and my mind would just not stop or slow down. I remembered a friend here in Mahahual who was the only person I knew that was here that time of year who was a Christian.

I got in touch with her and told her we needed to have lunch. There was a fence that needed mending in that relationship, but I was so very quick to ask for her forgiveness – something I would never have done in my past life as pride always got in the way.

I Was Scared, I Must Admit, But Knew That This Was No Accident

We had lunch, and when I told her what was happening to me, I remember her giving me a big hug, and we cried together – they were tears of joy! She said she had been praying for over eight years that something would happen here in our little town, and her prayers had finally been answered. We started with an Easter Service at her home and found a place to meet on Sundays for a women’s Bible study.

We formed a small group of friends, American, Canadian, Mexican, and we studied, we prayed, we sang and we delighted in the Lord! We called ourselves the Circle of Faith! Six short weeks later, my friend was returning to Canada for the summer months, and if the group were going to continue, I would have to lead. I was scared, I must admit, but knew that this was no accident. I was up for the challenge. God be praised!

The story of how Circle of Faith has evolved into a Mexican Lutheran Church is a very long one, and a story to be told at another time. However, I feel it important to say that God has truly blessed us in four short years with many part-time pastors and teachers, and now, our own full-time pastor! All of these miracles we know are from God, but they have been facilitated by the Lutherans who have devoted themselves to spreading the Gospel in this area of the world!

I became a member of the Lutheran Church in March 2011. I made the decision to become part of the Lutheran Church as a result of spending many months in study with a wonderful pastor of 40 years and coming to understanding the doctrine of the church. Up until that point, I had stubbornly taken a stand that I needed to remain non-denominational in order to reach the various religions we encounter in this area. Today, I believe I have an even greater opportunity and privilege enhanced by my understanding of the truth through God’s Word as the Lutheran Church confesses. There is nothing greater than the grace of Jesus! All Glory be to God!

 

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-Introduction:

My name is Kansas Romportl, I am 20 years old, I’m going to be a junior in college at UW-Eau Claire, and I’m recovering from car accident that happened about 3 years ago on June 14th, 2004.  In my accident, I suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) and was in a coma for a month with a score of 3 on the Glasgow Coma Scale (which ranges from 3-15 – ***I’ll go into more detail about that later on in the talk)

 

(***note: I don’t remember much of the day of the accident, I’m going to tell you bits and pieces of what I remember personally.  However, my friends and family have told me things that have sparked memory of that day, but a lot of it is still foggy in my memory… also, all of the events (and more) that I talk about are on my website under the journal history.  I still update – and even though my site isn’t visited nearly as much as it first was (the day the site was up and running, there were hundreds of messages from family, friends, and those in the RL community) I still update and have been even when I’ve been away at college. J  The address to my website is: www.caringbridge.org/wi/kansas

 

*How my car accident happened:

I was out the night before, and didn’t get much sleep.  I went home the next morning to do some chores around the house (that morning my dad had called and questioned about my being out so late – he said I needed to come home and get some things done around the house, so I said I’d come home and do them.  I only had gotten about 2-3 hours of sleep (my parents didn’t know that though).

Later that day my friends called me at about noon to go wakeboarding.  I hurriedly finished everything I had to do around the house, so I asked my parents if I could go on the lake with my friends.  I got the ok from my parents, and then left in a rush to go hang out (keep in mind this is with very little sleep), and failed to put my lap belt on, but did have my automatic shoulder belt (which probably kept me in the car).

I live right by hwy 53 where it intersects with 26th Avenue.  I pulled out of my driveway and headed west towards 53.  I stopped at the stop sign, then crossed into the median to wait for traffic, and sped through the other lane (not seeing the van that was in the southbound lane).  I was struck on the passenger side of my vehicle, which then flew through the air and spun around to land in the ditch on the east side.

In the accident, my right ear had gotten sliced where it was just hanging on by a thread (it got caught in my hair).  My front teeth hit the steering wheel, and were knocked out of socket (there is some discrepancy as to if the steering wheel caused the damage or if the tracheotomy (trache) did).  I was unconscious from the moment I was hit, and was rushed via ambulance to the Rice Lake hospital, where I was airlifted to Luther Hospital in Eau Claire.  (I stopped breathing for a few minutes in the helicopter, that’s why they inserted the trache, and also just so I could rest better).

I was in a coma for about a month (or 28 days, with a score of 3), and was given a very bleak prognosis.  I have been told that if I was an elderly woman, I would not have survived; but because I was athletic and healthy, my survival rate was better than most in my situation.

When I did wake up from my coma (officially on July 9th, 2004), it was gradual; and I made considerably rapid improvements for the extent of the brain injury I had.  About a week after I was declared out of my coma (on July 9th 2004), I attended my sister Chelsea (Romportl) Becker’s wedding on a four hour pass (on July 24th 2004).  I could not walk fluidly on my own yet, so I went to the wedding in a wheelchair.  I still was not able to talk at this point, but was communicating with my hands. (I do not remember much of the wedding, as I was still in the ‘waking up’ stage, however, I did smile for the first time since my accident on July 8th, 2004).

Back at the hospital, I continued to make rapid improvements (considering my prognosis), which surprised all the doctors that were taking care of me.  A nurse had told my family to go ahead with the wedding as planned thinking I would not be able to be there.  However, I exceeded her expectations and many others and I know God played a major role in helping me do that!!

I KNOW that the power of prayer had a great deal of influence in my recovery.  (For example), the second I was in the accident, my dad had heard the crash and came and found my car in the ditch (any father’s worst nightmare).  He proceeded to call my soon to be brother-in-law Josh and told him to start praying and letting others know so they could pray too.  Hundreds of people began to lift me up in prayer, and for that I am eternally grateful.  Yes, I did have wonderful doctors; but there’s nothing better than the Divine Healer working on your side!  Those prayers helped me more than I will ever know, (I still meet people that knew of my accident and prayed for me!).  There was so much prayer for me.

After my accident, a prayer meeting was held at Red Cedar Community Church, and many people were there to sign a journal that was later given to me that I still have.  My sister Chelsea’s father-in-law, Marty Becker, posted “God Heals! Pray for Kansas Romportl!” on the sign at the end of the driveway to his dealership.  Immediately following my accident, someone called WWIB and prayers were instantly sent heavenward on my behalf.  All the people that wrote on my website said they were praying for me too – I was in the prayers of a lot of people, some who did not know me, but I believe that their prayers made the difference!

 

On July 27th2004, I was able to walk about 50-60 feet with the help of a walker and a therapist (but I still primarily used a wheelchair to get around).  On July 28th 2004, I whispered my first words!  (Up until this point I had been using hand signals and a letter/spelling board to communicate).  I was able to go home for an overnight visit (to see how things would go) on August 7th, 2004.  Then I went back to the hospital in Eau Claire for about one more week of intense therapy.  I was able to go home for good on August 20th, 2004, after over 90 days since my accident.

That fall, I continued to go to therapy 3 days a week, and also school.  I started my senior year of HS the fall of 2004, with my one and only class being Spanish 5 (where I had the help of an aide to take notes for me, etc).  (A highlight was that I was crowned homecoming queen that fall, and at the time, couldn’t fully walk on my own yet, so all the girls on court held my hands and walked out with me).

 

The following semester I took Spanish again, and third semester took two different courses.  Fourth semester I took 3 classes, and was able to graduate with my class the spring of 2005 (only because my junior year I had taken some advanced courses in hopes to graduate early, but the extra credits I had allowed me to take my senior year slowly).  I graduated on time with my class in June 2005, and re-took my drivers test with Dr. Loftsgaarden’s orders (I passed!) just days before I walked the stage.

I had applied to college in the spring of 2005, and wanted to go to UW-Eau Claire, but my parents wanted me close to home at UW-Barron County.  That was a battle, but in the end I won J.  Luckily, I had taken my ACT’s just days before my accident, so I was good to go there.  I started my freshman year of college at UWEC in the fall of 2005.  I have been going there ever since.  I just completed my sophomore year at UWEC, and am a Social Work major and Spanish minor.  I am looking forward to next year at college, where I will be a junior, and living off campus with two really good friends.  I am also looking forward to going to Mexico again this spring- I have gone to MX the past two years on mission trips, and have really enjoyed being able to use the Spanish I know and have learned (I’ve taken two semesters now of college Spanish courses).

At college, I continued outpatient physical therapy, first at Luther hospital, and then at Sacred Heart hospital (after my insurance changed).  I regained the ability to run this past winter (06-07) in therapy, and have since regained more mobility…

 

Now, over 3 years post-accident, I am still recovering, and continue to go to physical therapy here in Rice Lake.  I will be discontinuing that at the end of next month, as my therapist thinks that I can continue rehab on my own now.

 

Ever since the accident, my social life and friends have changed quite a bit.  For the first couple of months when I was home, all my friends were always calling and wanting to hang out.  However, as time went on, I began to see that a lot of them were just hanging around me for the attention.  The winter of 2004 was a very hard one for me relationally, as almost all of my friends abandoned me.  Only about 4-5 friends that I had known before the accident remained loyal, and they all happened to be away at college (I had made friends with kids above my grade level as well as below).

One thing that the accident did was it showed my so-called ‘friends’ true colors.  The friends that left me were more superficial while the ones that stuck by me were lifelong friends that I can trust and depend on whatever happens.  Only problem was, that they were all away at college, and I was still in high school.

So, I made new friends, and they are friends that I still talk to now.  I don’t see them all a lot, as we are all very busy – but two of them invited me to their weddings, others called me to go boating with them, and I have visited one friend in the cities.  Both times I hung out with my friends, I could not swim yet- but they treated me like anyone else (I actually was able to go tubing with them; I (of course) wore a life jacket though).

A true friend is someone who treats you for who you are inside, and bases their decisions not on your physical characteristics, but on your personality.  That is something that never fades or goes away.  Friends like that are hard to find nowadays, and I feel that the friendships I have are priceless.

 

There were many times in the hospital where my sense of humor shone through my situation.  An incident when my sense of humor really came out was on July 15, 2004.  I was in speech / cognitive therapy and was spelling out different words on my letter board (this was before I could talk).  My therapist, Tom, was asking me some questions.  One of them was: “What is your favorite food?”  I, (being the smart-aleck that I was), proceeded to spell out the words ‘dog food’ with a huge grin on my face!  My mom wrote in the journal entry for that day that when I did that, she and Tom laughed so hard they almost fell off their chairs!!  So, even though I did lose a lot of different abilities and functions, one thing that I did not lose was my sense of humor!

 

One thing I cannot emphasize enough is how huge the power of prayer has been in my recovery.  There have been thousands of people that have prayed for me, many of whom I do not even know; but at the same time, I am extremely grateful!

My dad just told me yesterday how amazed he still is at my recovery and how it has progressed – I enrolled myself in swimming lessons a week and a half ago, and now, am swimming again!  (I had taken a course in HS phy-ed and also have gone to the beach with friends..)

It is my prayer that Jesus blesses your life as He has mine – and that you entrust to Him the pen of your life! J  It is said that prayer can move mountains, and I’m here to tell you – it can also awake people from comas, and miraculously heal them too!  Prayer and God’s healing touch are the two main reasons I am alive and well before you today, I cannot emphasize that enough!!

***A song that I found relates most to my recovery is the song ‘Beauty From Pain’ by Superchick.  The song depicts my accident almost exactly!  Not to mention, the song is so pretty!!

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