My Journey  

Hi, my name is Jana and I'm here to tell you about my journey. It has been going on my
whole life and I want to share with you some of the trials I've had along the way.  I pray that
you can read this and find comfort on your own journey.  
Growing up in my home was a joy.  My dad worked a lot, but always found time for us on
the weekends.  He was always willing to make ice cream or go fishing or play ball.  We
always went to church on Sunday and mom and dad gave us the love we needed.  Now,
this isn't to say I always felt loved and it doesn't mean that I found church to be a good
place.  I didn't think I deserved to be loved and I found church to be a scary
place, a place where I would never be good enough.  You see, I was molested
when I was only four by a family member.  I learned real early that I was no
good and I was dirty. I felt like a magnet to evil while I was growing up.  There
were other times while I was grade school age that men attempted to molest me.
By high school, I was smoking, drinking, taking drugs and experimenting with
sex.  I quit school at 17 and was married four days after my 18th birthday.  I
spent the next 18 months of my life taking drugs and being mentally and
physically abused by my husband, many times to the point of being bedridden for days and
hidden from my family, sometimes for months.
After I left my abuser, I went back and graduated from high school.  I've been married to my
second husband for 27 years and even though things haven't gone the best at times,
                 we have a great marriage.  The only thing missing in my life was a
                 relationship with God.  I never really set out to find Him, but God found me.
                 After my dad died I turned 40, I had a really hard time dealing with losing
                 him.  My mom suggested I get some help by talking to a woman who had
                 helped her.  I don't know what I expected, but what I got was wonderful.  I
                 had spent all my life feeling like something was missing and finally I had
                 been handed the first key to unlocking the mystery in my life.
                         The first key for me was to realize there was a little girl inside me that
                 needed loved and cared for.  She felt she had been neglected and abused
                 her whole life.  I had to recognize and forgive the people who had abused me and
release them to God and then forgive myself for my feelings about the abuse and the
abusers.  I had to realize that I couldn't save her, only God could do that.  It is so awesome
to know that and such a relief to know I'm not alone.  Now I carry a picture of that little girl
(me) to remind me that God can take care of everything.
The second key came when I started to go to bible studies and learn how to really study the
bible.  I learned that there was a thing called 'grace' that I had never heard about before.  
There it was, in the bible all along and no one had pointed it out to me before, well, no one I
could remember.  Wow, saved by grace.  All those things I thought had condemned me
forever were forgiven.
But there's more!
The third key came to me very unexpectedly.  I had been going to God in prayer regularly
for some time. I hadn't expected that such a simple thing could be so important.  The more
time I spent listening and talking to God, the more familiar His voice became.  The more time
I spend with God the more I want to spend with Him.  Every day I find new blessings.  God
just keeps giving me more keys and each key has helped bring me closer to the 'fruits' God
has for me.  
Love, joy, peace,  patience, goodness, kindness, gentleness, faithfulness, self-control. Each
one as important as the other, each one a goal to strive for.  Every day I work at being the
woman God wants me to be. Not in the sense of me working hard to be something I'm not
but allowing God to work in me and change me into what He created.

Finding family in a friend:
After the death of my dad, many changes began for me.  I had done my best, up to that
point, to not have a relationship with God.  Oh, I went to church faithfully for several years
and did my best to do my duties as a "Christian".  It didn't work and eventually I walked
away and did my best to turn my back on God.  Dad's death did something to me.  I still
can't explain it, but a change in his countenance is the best I can do.  He became softer,
gentler, more loving than ever (and I thought he was already the softest, gentlest most
loving dad ever).  He never blamed God or spoke bad things about why God did this to him.
Or, at least I never heard it from him.  I had to know why and he wasn't around any more to
tell me.
Then I turned 40, the place my husband and I worked had decided to close the doors and
we were faced with looking for jobs and probably moving from the town we had grown to
love, but it wasn't my choice.  My husband got a job in the town my family lived and we
moved south.
My first encounter with God was through the counselor I told you about before.  She made a
big impact on my life and encouraged me to give God a try.  Then, next door to my business
was a young woman who was excited about God and not afraid to share her excitement.  
She encouraged me to return to church and suddenly I couldn't get enough of God.  The
God I had been running from for so long was now my main focus.
Then, as God had planned, I met Justene.  The first time I met her I thought she was a little
different.  Not in a bad way but just not what I was familiar with.  There was something about
her that made me want to know more.
As one friendship began to change, I was drawn to Justene for counsel. Instead of telling
me what to do she began to share what God was doing in her life.  I began to see her going
to the scriptures every day and she was hearing God for her life.  I couldn't believe God
could speak to someone who wasn't a preacher, but here was the proof.  I started reading
the bible and journaling, and can you believe it?, God started talking to me.  Everyday,
something in His word would deal with something in my life.
God not only sent me a dear friend in Justene but He's teaching me how to be a friend.  
What an example Justene has been for me.  Her relationship with God, her obedience has
been so important for me to see.  Now, we continue to grow together, we're family now.
What began as only friendship was now more, we were family.  

Coming home:
As time went on the church I had been attending began to seem dead to me.  The
excitement and love of God that I was feeling every other morning, as Justene and I shared
our relationship with God, just wasn't there.  I began to feel that I was supposed to join
Justene at her church and finally the day arrived.  She had told me what to expect as far as
the order of service, but there was no way to prepare me for the presence of God in that
place.  I had never experienced anything like it before, I couldn't help but praise God for all
He had done for me.
Even though my first feelings were uncomfortable I knew I had come home.  I finally found
what I had unknowingly been looking for my whole life.  I didn't know how bumpy the road
would get once I committed to go there, but by the time I had begun this part of my journey
it didn't seem to matter.  This time I knew I wasn't alone. This time I knew I was home!

Looking Glass:
Now that I'd found a home in this new church and a brand new family, I knew I would be
able to find the answers I'd been searching for. At this point I didn't even know what
questions to ask but I knew there were answers. There are so many questions and my
impatience makes each one of great importance. I've always wanted things done now and
perfect (my way, HA, HA, HA). That feeling alone has had to change. Now, things happen in
God's time, not mine.  I still have problems with the patience thing but I'm getting better with
God's help (and His patience).
One of the first questions I took to God was, 'Why don't I feel like I fit in?'  It seems like I've
always felt like an alien. Like there was no place for me to go. Now, I feel like that was God's
plan all along, "if you don't feel like you fit in, you won't be satisfied until you find Me".
Then, there's the question, 'What am I here for?' That one was more difficult to find an
answer to. That required doing some searching.  The first thing I found was the meaning of
my name;  'God is gracious.' A woman of grace.  I have a hard time seeing a graceful
woman right now, but God has began to help me see myself differently. He's given me a
vision of a new woman.
The woman I see in the Looking Glass doesn't look anything like the 'me' I used to see
there.  The woman I see now is beautiful and graceful and eager to dance for her King.
She's a woman with God's bright glowing light shining through her. She's intelligent and
creative and a blessing to her family and friends. I may not be completely there yet, but I
have a destination.  I only have to look in that Looking Glass to be reminded of where God
wants me to be.  Every time I look He gives me another step to take.  I am His and I want to
do only His will.
My perceptions of myself have been formed by people who don't know God.  Sexual
abusers, scary preachers, abusive men all influenced a young and vulnerable girl. They
each thought they had accomplished what they set out to do, but God stepped in and
changed all that. He never hid His plan from me, I was just looking in the wrong places.
This isn't an easy journey, but every day I look around and see His Glory around me to
remind me how much God has already done and how much He still wants to do in my life.
There is nothing in my life more important than God.  The only thing holding me back now,
is me, and I'm even fighting less and less against Him.  Thank You God for being You!  

My Poor Choices:
Sometimes the thought of looking back at my past makes me angry.  I know when I look
back I see the poor choices others have made but I also have to see my poor choices.
Looking back at four years old and not understanding what was happening, now that's
enough to make a person angry.  The really sad part for me is the realization that mom and
dad tried to protect me the only way they knew how, but I only heard blame coming from
their fear.  As an adult I can hear the true meaning in the words of, "don't ever get in his bed
again", but as a four year old I heard, "it's your fault this happened, so stay away from him".
We don't realize how much of an impact our words have on our children. One sentence can
make a world's worth of difference simply by how it's said. Are we speaking to our children
out of love or fear, love or anger, love or hate? We don't even realize how important those
words are until it's too late to take them back.  God wants my words to be from Him, but I
must stop speaking before He tells me what to say. It's so important that we learn from God
what He wants. I've hurt enough people in my life because of fear, anger and hate. I want to
look back only so I can change into what God wants me to be. I have to be willing to hear
God and make the changes He asks for.
So, how does what happened at four affect choices now? Well, for years I've blamed my
poor choices on being molested and my parents.
That was all a big lie from the devil. Yes, I was molested but mom and dad didn't blame me.
Yes I made a lot of poor choices based on what I believed was the only way to be loved, but
that was my choice. Not every woman who was molested has made the same choices I
made. I imagine each of them had their own devils to deal with. When I look back I see the
consequences of those choices, but I also see that God has given me another choice--Him.
Because of the choices I've made in the past God has given me another vision of my life to
look at, a chance for a new start...
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