The Tale of Two Trees…

I love Christmas. I’ve always loved Christmas. One of my favourite things about this time of year is putting up the Christmas tree. My kids are both now in their 30’s but every year I still hang the macaroni ornaments they made in Primary School.

James and I had our first Christmas as a married couple in 2012. It was his ex-wife’s year to have their children, so we were celebrating with just the two of us. When it came time to put up the tree, we realised that having just combined two households, we now had two Christmas trees and that meant we had to make a decision…. His… Or mine… We couldn’t decide… so we did both. His tree was new as he had been left without one, mine was the one I had had for many years. They were both significant in their own way.

It wasn’t until people started commenting on our two trees that I realised we had done something quite different. And I liked it. So, the next year when it came time to put up the tree, up they both went, and our annual tradition of two trees was born. A few years later when we decided to buy a new tree that was “ours”, I couldn’t let go of our tradition, so we bought two new trees!

Why is this a thing?

Well, for one, it was part of our ‘new beginning’. This is something that is unique to us. It is a symbol of our beautiful love story. It is part of our “Beauty from Ashes” Isaiah 61:3 “To all who mourn in Israel, he will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessing instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair. In their righteousness, they will be like great oaks that the LORD has planted for His own glory” … I love this version that says, ‘festive praise instead of despair’. Our first respective Christmas’s in 2010 were heartbreakingly lonely and full of despair. There was no ‘festive praise’ that year. We were both still relatively newly separated from our previous spouses, and still reeling from the shock of betrayal that we had both suffered. We didn’t know then what we know now…. That God already had a plan for us…. That we would together one day become the ‘great oaks that the Lord has planted for His own glory’. That our mourning would one day be over, and the blessing would come.

 And, two, it is a great story to tell! I love it when people come into our home and ask why we have two trees. I love sharing our story of redemption and restoration.

Our two trees are a beautiful reminder of our faithfulness to God and of His faithfulness to us, and every year when I put them up, I can’t help but be thankful for His goodness in our lives. Our two Christmas trees are a symbol that “in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28

This is me….

Some of you don’t know me… and many of you that do know me have never heard my story…. so…. here it is. Real, raw, vulnerable…. me.

I believe there is power in personal testimony. It is my desire to share my story to help others overcome their pasts and to bring comfort and hope to those who are hurting. The bible is clear on bringing comfort to those who need it. Ecclesiastes 4:1 Again I saw all the oppressions that are done under the sun. And behold, the tears of the oppressed, and they had no one to comfort them. 2 Corinthians 1:4 He comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God.

I am living proof of the redemptive love of an unfailing God and I have an amazing message to share. My story is unique to me but I know there are countless women who can relate and have shared experiences. This is my purpose, this is my passion and I pray that my story does indeed bring hope and encouragement to those who are hurting and carrying burdens that need to be lifted.

Please click on the link to see a brief video version of my testimony.

https://redeemed.net.au/Vikki%201080P%2026%20Nov.mp4

I’d love to hear your feedback 🙂

Be still, and know…

Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations. I will be exalted in the earth.” Psalm 46:10

“Be still, and know that I am God” …. These words have been running around in my head for weeks. But what does this sentence actually mean?

I have always looked at this verse in relation to being busy, but if you look at the whole of Psalm 46 in context, I think it’s much more than that. This psalm speaks of wars, desolation, uproar and natural destruction… not your average words to describe just being busy! I don’t think Psalm 46:10 is a polite suggestion…. I think it is a battle cry. I think it is a command for us to know that God is in charge and He will be glorified in all circumstances… Come and see the works of the Lord (vs 8)

 I think the placement of the comma in this verse speaks volumes. In language when you read a sentence, the comma indicates a pause. In this verse there is a pause after the words Be still. I believe that here the Psalmist is saying above all else, Be Still. Amidst everything that is going on around you, Be Still. In the turmoil, Be Still.

One of my favourite things to do is to sit on the sun lounge on my deck overlooking the backyard. It is here that I can escape the ‘white noise’ of life and just focus on the chirping of the birds and the sun on my face. This is a place where I can “Be still”. I think sometimes we get so busy trying to ‘do’ that we forget to ‘be’. We might not be in a literal war, but we are in a constant battle for our time, our energy and our resources… and let’s not forget the spiritual battle that is being waged against us every day. We strive to do it all in our own strength, but God is saying just Be Still…. Trust Me. “I WILL be exalted among the nations; I WILL be exalted in the earth.” (Capital emphasis mine)

In verses 2 – 5 we see a beautiful contrasting picture of Gods power and mercy. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth gives way and the mountains be moved into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging… There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy place where the Most High dwells. God is within her; she will not fall; God will help her at break of day.

I take such encouragement from these two verses. I am a visual person and I love being beside the water, in any form, so the images of the contrasting stormy sea and the calm river conjure up beautiful relatable pictures for me. But in reality I often get stuck at the ‘roaring waters’ and forget to sit in the quiet of the calm river. I love verse 5 in the ESV version when it says “she shall not be moved; God will help her when the morning dawns.” I love this verse because when you have a firm foundation, you will not be moved, despite your circumstances.

What area in your life do you need to “be still” in today? Trust Him. God is in the midst of your circumstance and He will help you when the morning dawns….

Sewerage

Our local water company has recently been replacing the old sewer pipes in our street. Our front yard and driveway were dug up to reveal the pipes in a huge gaping hole which stayed like that for many days. One evening as we were inspecting this hole (with our neighbour), I was horrified to see that the plumbers had neglected to reconnect the sewerage pipes after their day’s work… meaning that everyone in the affected area  had all their ‘business’ on display for anyone to see as they went past! A phone call to the water company was quickly made to rectify the problem!

I was embarrassed (to say the least) about this oversight… embarrassed and upset because everyone could see stuff that I didn’t want them to see… Sound familiar?

We all have ‘sewerage’ in our lives that we want to keep safely hidden away from prying eyes. We don’t want others to see the unpleasant things that sometimes come out into the open but, like my sewerage pipes, sometimes things are brought out into the open for a reason…. they need to be fixed. We can’t deal with our stuff until we are honest enough to bring it out into the open for the healing work of restoration to begin.

Many years ago when I first shared my story, I was very apprehensive about what people would think of me. I didn’t want all my past mess on display for the entire world to see! But what I didn’t understand at the time was that my mess would become a message of hope for so many people. God is not like the plumbers in my street… He does not accidentally leave things unfinished. God knows exactly when, where, why and to whom we need to reveal things… I am constantly amazed at His perfect positioning and timing. And I am also constantly amazed at the people He puts in my path, and me in theirs to encourage, inspire and support each other.

And, I am pleased to say our sewerage pipes are now fixed, and the hole is covered in 🙂

John 1:5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness can never extinguish it. If there is something in your life that you know God wants to bring out into the open so that it can be fixed, please let Him. We can only ignore the promptings of the Holy Spirit for so long before things spill out in an ugly mess anyway. Being in bondage to something because you’re afraid of what it might look like if it comes out is a horrible place to be. Trust me; I spent many long years there, so I know! But, I also know that when you let the light of God’s love shine into your situation, no matter how dark it seems, He is able to bring healing, restoration and redemption like you never imagined. Why don’t you try it, you might just surprise yourself! Ephesians 3:20 Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish infinitely more than we might ask or think.

The Jacaranda Tree

My blogs seem to have a bit of a plant theme lately…. but hey, it is spring after all!

If you read my previous blog post you would know that I keep a lot of plants in pots, because I’m waiting for gardens to put them in. One of these plants is a Jacaranda tree. I love Jacaranda’s. I think the purple carpet they create in spring time is such a beautiful testimony of our creative God. I believe He loves to give us beautiful things to enjoy.

But, back to my Jacaranda, which is currently in a pot. I faithfully water my plants in their pots at least once a week, depending on how hot it is. But all of a sudden my husband recently started to water them as well. This took me by surprise as it’s not normally his thing but I thought well, if he wants to do it, I’m not going to stop him! The trouble was though, I thought he was taking care of them so I stopped being so diligent… and then he forgot… so it ended up that nobody was watering anything!

I only noticed this when I realised that my plants in their pots were beginning to wither and go brown! Ooops….

My points to take away from this experience…

  1. Don’t assume someone else is taking care of things. We are all responsible for the things we have been given to take care of, whether that be plants, people, animals, things… or ourselves. Ephesians 4:16 He makes the whole body fit together perfectly. As each part does its own special work, it helps the other parts grow, so that the whole body is healthy and growing and full of love. Just because it looks like someone else is taking care of things, you can’t safely assume that they are. I am reminded of the story about Everybody, Anybody, Somebody and Nobody… I don’t know the source but it’s an interesting observation… Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got angry about that, because it was Everybody’s job. Everybody thought Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn’t do it. It ended up that Everybody blamed Somebody when Nobody did what Anybody could have done.
  2. Don’t ever give up on something that looks dead. My Jacaranda tree looked dead, its leaves were brown and withered but I watered it anyway and it started to grow new green shoots. If you are believing for something to come back to life… A dream, a relationship, lost family members… don’t give up. God knows the desires of your heart and He hears your prayers. Habakkuk 3:17-18 Though the fig tree should not blossom, and there be no fruit on the vines. Though the yield of the olive should fail, and the fields produce no food. Though the flock should be cut off from the fold, and there be no cattle in the stalls…Yet I will exalt in the Lord, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
  3. Stay soft, don’t harden your heart and become bitter.  Isaiah 42:3 A bruised reed He will not break, and a smouldering wick He will not snuff out. In faithfulness He will bring forth justice. The dead branches on my Jacaranda tree were hard and brittle. The new shoots are soft and pliable. In your discouragement, don’t become brittle but stay soft and pliable so that God can do what only He can do in your circumstance.
  4. When the going gets tough, sink your roots deep. The pot my Jacaranda is in sits in another bucket to catch the water. The roots of the Jacaranda have started to come out of the pot towards the source of water in the bucket. Colossians 2:7 Let your roots grow down into him, and let your lives be built on him. Then your faith will grow strong in the truth you were taught, and you will overflow with thankfulness.

What is in your pot that you are believing for today? Please let me know so I can believe with you and pray for you.

vikki@redeemed.net.au

Daffodils and Irises

A couple of months ago I planted some bulbs in my front garden, daffodils and irises, and recently they started to flower. “So what?” I hear you ask. Well… for some people gardens and flowers are everyday occurrences not worthy of any fanfare, but for me having flowers in my garden is a monumental occasion.

You see, we have been renovating our house and until very recently had not had a front garden. I had kept these bulbs in pots on my front deck for many years, waiting for the time I could plant them; the daffodils had flowered in their pot once…. the iris had never flowered at all and both were quite stagnant in their growth. I had persisted in keeping them alive in an environment where obviously they could never flourish but it wasn’t until I put them in the garden where they belonged that they began to become what they were always created to be. They blossomed. They grew and they thrived because they were where they were meant to be and they were in a healthy environment which enabled them to bloom.

It is the same with us. I was in my early forties when I was taken out of my ‘pot’ and planted in a garden where I could blossom and flourish. Someone had put me in a figurative pot when I was a little girl and I had been kept in my pot by various situations, people and circumstances for most of my life. I had been ruled by other people’s opinions and actions towards me and I believed I was unworthy of anything else, until one day God reached down from Heaven and literally uprooted me. He showed me very clearly that staying in my pot was keeping me from being the person He created, and wanted, me to be. And, just like re-potting a pot plant… it was messy. I had to deal with things and acknowledge things about myself that I didn’t particularly like. And I had to ‘unlearn’ so many things that I had believed all my life about love, sex, relationships… and my identity.

Our Heavenly Father is so faithful and merciful. He never lets us stay in our pots but will gently (or not so gently in my case!) bring us to completion in Him. Philippians 1:6 And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns. When we give our lives to Jesus, the work begins in our life but we also need to be willing to take the journey of refining and healing so that the work can be completed. It’s not easy, and like my re-potting, it can be messy.

The process of refining is not supposed to be easy, but it is worth it. The caterpillar has to go through a process of metamorphosis before it turns into a butterfly and if it doesn’t go through the process fully, it won’t be able to fly because its wings aren’t strong enough. The butterfly needs to struggle a bit before it can fully become all it was created to be but it goes through the process because that is exactly what it was created to do.

Are you struggling? Are you wondering why you’re here? Do you feel like you can never be used because you’re too much of a mess? Well, wonder no more. You are here because you have a loving creator God who put you here for this exact time and place. He loves you and desires for you to become everything He created you to be. If you’re not sure, just ask Him. If you need to go through the refining fire, let it happen… I can guarantee you that you will come out the other side better than when you went in.

1 Peter 1:6-7 In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials.  These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honour when Jesus Christ is revealed.

Excess Baggage

I recently went on a holiday…. and I gained 3 kilo’s! There is a whole “fitness and health” industry to tell me how to lose the extra kilo’s I gained on my holiday, but there is also a weight we carry that is not physical and possibly harder to get rid of.

The weight I’m talking about is the emotional weight…. the baggage we carry in our souls. Hurt, disappointment, betrayal, regret, bitterness…. the list goes on.

I was listening to a podcast recently and the guy was talking about lifting your hands in worship, and he said “you can’t lift your hands in worship if you are holding on to stuff.” This is so true.

We can go through life carrying baggage from every big or small thing that has ever been done to us, and unless we deal with it and let it go, it will continue to hold us back from achieving everything we were created to be. All our God given dreams and desires get blocked and stifled because we hang on to our need for justice, the need for revenge. The need for someone to acknowledge our pain. But, the truth is that you will probably never get justice or revenge… or the other person to acknowledge your pain. I heard someone say once that “holding bitterness and unforgiveness is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.” We can hold on to our pain, but it will make no difference to the person who hurt us… the only person we will ever impact is ourselves.

Have you ever seen someone struggling through an airport with their suitcase, their laptop, their hand luggage and a backpack? It’s not easy to successfully manoeuvre that much stuff! The burden doesn’t get lifted until they check some of their baggage at the check in counter and are left with only what they need to take on the plane.

It’s the same with us. We need to check our excess baggage at the ‘check in counter’… the foot of the cross. Jesus died so that we could live an abundant life, free from unnecessary baggage.  John 10:10 NIV The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. We have an enemy who wants to keep us bound to the chains of our past. But we don’t have to live in that place of bondage. It’s unproductive and it’s unhealthy. The other thing about excess baggage at the airport is that it comes with a cost. You have to pay for it. Holding on to your emotional excess baggage also comes with a cost…. a hefty cost… to your health and relationships. Is it worth it?

God’s mercies are new every morning (Lamentations 3:23) which means that every morning we can choose to have a clean slate with which to start our day. 1 Peter 5:7 NLT Give all your worries and cares to God, for he cares about you. We have a place where we can leave our hurts and pain. God loves you and desires for you to live a life of fullness in Him, but He has also given us free will. We can hang on to our stuff, or we can give it to Him. The choice is completely ours. I know which choice I would rather make.

What baggage do you need to get rid of today?

Open House

My childhood family home has recently come up for auction. It has been beautifully renovated, inside and out and about a week ago someone mentioned to me that there was an open home coming up. My curiosity got the better of me and I went and had a look… I was interested to see the work that had been done and to see if anything had stayed the same in the decades that had passed since I left home when I was seventeen. Driving through my old suburb, past the houses of my childhood friends, places I used to play and into my old street was a weird sensation, I actually had butterflies in my stomach. Some of the houses had been renovated, or knocked down and rebuilt, but some of them looked like they had been stuck in a time warp since the 1970’s. It is over 30 years since I left and at least 20 years since I had last set foot in my childhood home after mum had sold it following the death of my dad…. And physically it looked nothing like it used to. Every room in the house had been ‘made over’ and it has been renovated into a gorgeous home. I was instantly drawn to my old bedroom, I was surprised at how small it was and it was there that I felt the first wave of emotion as I was immediately transported back to the little girl I once was. Despite appearing so very different on the outside, there were rooms in this house that still brought back memories of things that should never have happened there. This house was where I lost my innocence… where I saw, heard and experienced things that I would much rather forget.

But, here’s the thing…. I won’t forget, I can’t forget. I say that not because I don’t want to forget, but because I’m human and in my human frailty I get reminded of things that trigger memories from time to time. I can however, choose not to remember. I can choose not to dwell on the pain and the sadness that this house clearly still represents for me. I can choose to recognise and be grateful that the experiences I suffered there have made me into the woman I am today. And I can choose to acknowledge that it is by the Grace of God that I survived and overcame those experiences and can now use them to come alongside and minister to other women who have gone through similar things.

We can do an external make over on anything to make it look different. My childhood home has been transformed to resemble something that looks like it came straight out of the pages of Home Beautiful. But external appearances only go so far…. and unless there is an internal shift as well, nothing will really change. How often do we go through life with our external masks on to cover up the pain of the past? We ‘renovate’ ourselves so that no one can see what we once were and we try to conceal what we’re really like. We try very hard to hide what we used to be. But masks are just that…. They are a band-aid solution to cover up the truth behind the mask. And, unfortunately band-aids inevitably fall off. They get dirty and lose their stickiness rendering them ineffectual… We are ineffectual if we try to go through life without ever removing our masks. In order for true transformation to take place, the mask must come off. The things of old cannot just be covered up. There needs to be a radical transformation from the inside out. Romans 12:2 Don’t copy the behaviour and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect.

If you have seen Forrest Gump, you may remember the scene where Forrest and Jenny go to Jenny’s now abandoned childhood home and she is so overcome with memories and emotion that she begins to throw rocks at the house until finally she collapses; exhausted and in tears. It is perfectly ok and normal to feel strong emotions about things that we’ve experienced, especially for victims of abuse. The emotions and feelings are normal… but living out of those emotions and feelings is not normal. I forgave the perpetrators of my abuse many years ago but I’m not going to tell you it has been a bed of roses. For years I carried the raw wounds of sexual abuse well into my adulthood. The shame and lies I carried inhibited me from allowing myself to enjoy the God given gift of a normal sexual relationship, and my husband unfortunately and unfairly paid the price for someone else’s actions.

Survivors of childhood sexual abuse carry deep wounds that can only be healed by forgiving those who hurt us and allowing the grace and love of God to wash over us to mend our brokenness. I had to go to a place of complete surrender, to a place where I could finally believe that I was unconditionally loved and accepted. I had to learn that sex in its proper place and context is actually a beautiful thing. And I had to understand that what happened to me was not my fault, I didn’t ask for it and I refuse to let it dictate how I live the rest of my life.

I am an overcomer. My past is now in its proper place…. as part of who I was, but it will no longer define who I am. 2 Corinthians 5:17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!

If you are a survivor of sexual abuse, please get in touch… I’d love to hear your story. And if you are still struggling with your past, or you know someone who is, I’d love to hear from you as well. There is power in personal testimony.

Please feel free to send me a message about this, or any of my other blogs vikki@redeemed.net.au


To choose, or not to choose…. That is the question….

One of the buzzwords around today is “choice”, particularly with regard to a woman’s body. Everywhere you look, it’s not hard to find a news article on this topic… and, of course you’ve figured out, I’m talking about abortion. Do I have an opinion on abortion? Yes, I do. Is it a strong opinion? Yes, it is…. But possibly not in the way you’d expect.

I believe that women who ‘choose’ to have an abortion are not making a choice at all… not really. They are being deceived into thinking they are only destroying a “clump of cells”. That It’s not really a baby. Now, I didn’t major in science at school, but last time I checked a clump of cells doesn’t have a heartbeat, or a brain, or arms, legs, fingers and toes. And, in case you’re wondering, a foetal heartbeat begins at 22 days after conception.

Both sides of this argument focus on the unborn and whether it is seen as a living human being, or an inanimate clump of cells. My belief is that it is the former. I am absolutely Pro-Life…. But (and here is my strong opinion for what it’s worth)… I believe we also need to focus more on the women who are actually dealing with these impossible decisions. I don’t believe as some do that most women use abortion as a form of birth control without a second thought. Of course there are exceptions to this, but the idea that a woman would do this coldly and without any hint of emotion or inner turmoil messes with my head. Having an abortion is not an easy thing to do. Being labelled a murderer is a bitter pill to swallow. And unless you have ever been in a situation that forces you to make this impossible and heart wrenching decision, I would say please keep your negative opinions and judgement to yourself. Women who have had abortions are already judging themselves… they don’t need others to jump on the bandwagon as well.

Let me tell you a young girl’s story… in her own words….

“A friend of mine from school introduced me to a boy from her church. I had been bought up in the Anglican Church so it was not a new concept to me but I had no real connection to either the church or God and it was not something that was high on my list of priorities. We began dating and he was my first ‘real’ boyfriend. I thought I was falling in love. I had it all planned, right down to the white picket fence and 2.5 children.

After a while, one thing led to another and we started having sex. I gave him my virginity. The thought of using any sort of contraception never entered our minds. So, of course the inevitable happened, I fell pregnant. Although, for as long as I could remember, all I had ever wanted to do was get married and have children so when I found myself pregnant at the age of sixteen, it didn’t concern me and in fact I was secretly rather pleased and excited. I obviously had no idea about what it would take to raise a child.

Because we were both from ‘Christian’ church going families, our parents were, as far as I know, unaware that we were even having sex so telling them we were pregnant proved to be a very difficult circumstance, more so for my boyfriend than me.  My parents, after they got over the initial shock and disappointment, were very supportive and we began making plans for my pregnancy and the birth of my baby. In fact, my mum had already guessed I was pregnant because I was so sick. I didn’t just have morning sickness; I had all day sickness!

His parents on the other hand were horrified. They were upstanding members of the community, his father was a local business owner and they were very involved members of their church. An unplanned pregnancy out of wedlock just didn’t fit into their plans. Their reputation would have been ruined.

I can still remember them sitting in my parent’s living room, at the meeting that had been called to discuss ‘the situation’, telling me that they didn’t want me to have this baby. Their reputation was more important to them than the life of my unborn child, even though this child would have also been their grandchild. So, I made the most difficult decision of my life. I gave them what they wanted. I agreed to terminate my pregnancy. My plans for the white picket fence and 2.5 children had been replaced by plans to abort my baby.

I remember that day so clearly, it was like I was on auto pilot. It was easier that way because it meant I didn’t have to deal with my emotions. I was just doing what I had been told to do. At the time I felt like all control of the situation had been taken away from me… I still remember the sterile room. It is a memory that will stay with me forever.  The nurse who was there with me was doing her best to make small talk. I had my feet up in stirrups. The machine they used was like a vacuum cleaner, it was attached to a jar by the side of the bed. I was able to see and hear everything as they sucked my baby from inside of me.

I had been twelve weeks pregnant; then I wasn’t.  Just like that, in a very cold and clinical room. It was over.

With the exception of one solitary tear that rolled down my cheek, I didn’t cry… I couldn’t cry…  I didn’t even understand what I’d done. It was November 1984 and I had just turned seventeen. I felt like I was suffocating, surrounded in a room full of people; and yet I had never felt so alone…”

This testimony is an excerpt from the book I am writing and yes, you guessed it… That young girl wasn’t an anonymous story I happened to find. That young girl was me. I may have just lost a few followers with this confession, and that’s ok. This is not about me…. it was never about me. This is about God’s grace and abounding love and redemption. And that is why I have such a strong opinion on supporting women who have had abortions, or who are even contemplating having one. I honestly believe that if women were better informed and educated about the process of abortion, and the development of a foetus, the abortion rate would drop dramatically. ( If I had known then what I know now, there is no way I would have ever gone through with it). But, as it is, they go through life with their silent, unspoken grief, unable to express how they feel because of the guilt and shame that they carry… And, the guilt and shame that society puts on them. But I say we need to follow the example set by Jesus in John 8:7: “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.”

Choosing to have an abortion is a deeply personal and life altering decision usually made at a time of intense emotional turmoil. No one has the right to make you feel guilty for something they cannot and will not understand. Women who have had abortions don’t need the pro-choicers deceiving them into thinking “my body – my choice” or the modern day religious Pharisees calling them murderers without any trace of grace or compassion. What they need is an encounter with the living God. To know they are loved and more importantly, that they are forgiven.

If you know of anyone who can relate to my testimony, please show her this…. She needs to know that she is loved, that she is forgiven and that God has a plan and purpose for her future despite, and maybe because of, everything she’s been through. 2 Corinthians 1:4 He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.

The Everybodies

My 5 year old granddaughter has a large collection of stuffed animals. She calls them the Everybodies. Every night she chooses which everybody will be sleeping with her in bed. She can’t have them all, otherwise there would be no room for her! The innocence of a child, finding security in being surrounded by her toys and the way she personalises them, is a beautiful thing.

I heard a story once about a little boy who was afraid of the dark and wanted his mother to stay in his room with him. The boy’s mother said “it’s ok, we will pray and Jesus will be here with you.” To which the boy replied… “Jesus is good, but I want someone with skin on.”

This is a cute story and we have all been guilty of wanting someone with “skin on” to be with us when we are afraid or uncertain… I have two observations about this…

Jesus is our ‘everybody’. Whether we can see Him or not, we can be assured that He is always there with us. Matthew 28:20: And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”  When Jesus ascended into Heaven He told His disciples that they would not be left alone, John 16:7: Nevertheless, I tell you the truth: it is to your advantage that I go away, for if I do not go away, the Helper will not come to you. But if I go, I will send him to you. Jesus wants us to rely on Him as our everybody, to bring us peace, comfort, guidance and assurance… It has been in some of my darkest moments that I have felt most at peace knowing that I am not alone and that Jesus is forever interceding for me (Romans 8:34) and there is not a time in my life that I can look back on and not see the hand of God either protecting me or guiding me.

Although Jesus is our everybody… we all still need “someone with skin on”. We were not created to do this life alone. God declared in Genesis that it is not good for man to be alone (Genesis 2:18) and there are many examples of friendships and relationships in the Bible.  I know I would be lost without my family and my friends, and even some of you who are reading this have been the inspiration and encouragement I needed to step out and do what I believe God has called me to do. A good friend is one who will challenge and inspire you, and who will tell you the truth… even when you don’t want to hear it!

It is a true blessing to be someone with skin on in a person’s life. To walk with them, and carry them if need be. May we all be people who rely on Jesus to be our everybody and our everything, but may we also be genuine people with skin on to support each other in our times of need.