The beginning

This is my first attempt at blogging and also at sharing my testimony. I have been considering how and where to start, I suppose the beginning is as good a place as any. In the last 3 years God has helped me climb out of some very deep pits, some I dug myself and some that were dug for me. I want to encourage you to start climbing. Following is my testimony:



My father was killed in a car wreck before I was born. My mother worked hard and raised me by herself, she was and is an awesome mother. When I was 5 I was molested (not raped) by an uncle by marriage. When I was about 9, I was molested by a friend of the family. I accepted the Lord as my savior at the age of 9 and began my Christian walk. This was very timely, because without Him there is no telling where I would be. My mother and I moved from Missouri to Florida when I was 10. We moved away from all of our family, all we had was each other and some friends who were stationed at Eglin Air Force base. I began attending First Baptist Church in Niceville, Florida. The church and the youth program would be a stabilizing force in my life during some very tough times ahead. It was 1970 and some of my friends became involved in drugs. It seemed as though God always pulled me back when I would get a little too far away. I broke off those friendships.

In 7th grade one of my teachers became like a surrogate father to me. Later, after I became an adult I went to visit him, and he made sexual advances to me. Seeing how I am only up to the 7th grade in this blog, I will start being more general or this is going to be very long. Throughout college and my years in the workforce I have had professors, bosses, men in authority in my life, make advances or crude remarks to me. Over the years I developed a real distrust in men. Because of the situation with my uncle, I even had difficulty trusting men in my family. Some of the situations I have had in my life have been serious enough to cause deep wounds and large scars. I am so very thankful to God for sending me Tom. He knew I needed someone who was firm in his faith, knew right from wrong, and who was trustworthy, because I did not trust men.

The deep wounds became the deep pit in which I found myself. Three years ago it all came to a head. I began having insomnia. For over 2 years I would sleep 3 or 4 hours a night and I would lay awake replaying my past over and over and over and over, well you get the idea, in my mind.
The lack of sleep and the torment began to affect me mentally, emotionally and physically. If any of you have experienced insomnia, you know that you get to where you cannot think clearly simply because of the fatigue. The fatigue then magnifies any issues you are dealing with. I then began a downward spiral. The insomnia intensified, my mind was consumed almost constantly with the issues of my past, and then my health started failing. It was at this point I had to get out of the pit. Now begins the glorious journey!