Sunday, November 27, 2011

The Prayers of a Child

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake…
If I should die before I wake?  If I should die before I wake?  What a scary, frightening prayer for a child!  Yet this is an all too true statement for children who are victims of custodial / parental abuse; the children who were or are being threatened with, “If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you.”  In a scenario such as this that prayer has become all too real and all too frightening. 

If and when the child does make the effort to tell someone, often they are not believed.  I know this on a personal level. At the young and tender age of nine I learned a valuable lesson about the old adage of “damned if you do and damned if you don’t”.  One must remember the year was 1961 and families, communities and generally John Q. Public didn’t speak of such things let alone discuss them publically.  

Current statistics say that one out of every three to four girls has been sexually assaulted by the age of 18. One boy out of every six will be abused by the age of 18.  

* Although we have some reports and convictions to base these statistics on, they are actually not accurate. So many cases of child molestation go unreported each year, so we really cannot estimate the real numbers. The FBI reports that the National Institute for Mental Health found that only 1% to 10% of victims ever tell that they were abused. Boys report far less than girls. 
  • The average child molester will molest fifty girls before being caught and convicted. 
  • A child molester that seeks out boys will molest 150 boys before being caught and convicted and he will commit at least 280 sexual crimes in his lifetime.
  • The standard pedophile will commit 117 sexual crimes in their lifetime.
  • Most sexual abuse happens between the ages of 7 and 13.
  • There are over 491,720 registered sex offenders in the United States.
  • 80,000 to 100,000 of the above offenders are missing.
  • Molesters known by the family or victim are the most common abusers. The “Acquaintance Molester” accounts for 70-90% of reported cases.

This website also defines Child Molestation and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and the common “signs” of childhood sexual abuse.

My constant companion since I can remember had been guilt, depression and low self esteem.  It wasn’t until I was in my forties that I was formally diagnosed with clinical depression. 

For years I felt victimized until I read an article about situations such as these.  I more than likely was not the only victim of this person and it was not against me personally.  Crimes such as these are based upon power and control.  Somewhere, somehow I developed the mentality that “you can be a victim once, but the next time you become a willing volunteer.” 

I remember anger at God for allowing this to happen, especially since this person was a deacon in our church.  I raged against God (and society) during my tumultuous teen years.  Certainly there was no God if things like this are allowed to happen to children, I reasoned.

Through all of this the miracle was that God was calling me, speaking to me, drawing me into a deep and profound relationship with Him.  He had a lot of filth and crust to penetrate, but He did it ever so gently, peeling back the layers as if they were the skin of an onion.  He somehow taught me to recognize those who also had been abused and victimized as children and more importantly, to reach out to them.

Then the Lord was faithful to forgive me and to show me how to forgive others, even the perpetrator of these crimes.  I learned that forgiveness is not for them, but for the victim.  What we call “The Lord’s Prayer” in Matthew chapter six, verses 9 – 15 reads as such:
9 In this manner, therefore, pray:

Our Father in heaven,
Hallowed be Your name.
10 Your kingdom come.
Your will be done
On earth as it is in heaven.
11 Give us this day our daily bread.
12 And forgive us our debts,
As we forgive our debtors.
13 And do not lead us into temptation,
But deliver us from the evil one.
For Yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.

14 “For if you forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. 15 But if you do not forgive men their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.
~the New King James Version 

For years I ignored verses 14 & 15.  Later in Matthew 18, verse 6 we read: 
6But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.
~also from the New King James Version 

Forgiveness is my act of obedience.  Judgment belongs to God.

I often struggle with how much do I or should I share on this blog?  How transparent do I want to be?  Or maybe this issue is how exposed do I want to be?  Some of you may be offended by the subject of this blog.  That is your choice.  I am merely sharing the amazing grace of God.  I, after all, am the Wretch the song is about. 

Tamara








Thursday, November 24, 2011

Thanksgiving 2011

Norman Rockwell

WE GATHER TOGETHER

We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing;
He chastens and hastens His will to make known.
The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing.
Sing praises to His Name; He forgets not His own.

Beside us to guide us, our God with us joining,
Ordaining, maintaining His kingdom divine;
So from the beginning the fight we were winning;
Thou, Lord, were at our side, all glory be Thine!

We all do extol Thee, Thou Leader triumphant,
And pray that Thou still our Defender will be.
Let Thy congregation escape tribulation;
Thy Name be ever praised! O Lord, make us free!

Words & Music: This song of praise was orig­in­al­ly writ­ten in 1597 to cel­e­brate a Dutch vic­to­ry. It ap­peared in Ne­der­landtsche Ge­denck­clanck, Adri­an­us Va­ler­ius (Haar­lem, Hol­land: 1626) (Wilt heden nu treden). Ar­ranged & trans­lat­ed from Dutch to La­tin by Ed­uard Krem­ser in Sechs Al­tnie­der­länd­ische Volks­lied­er (Leip­zig, Ger­many: 1877) Trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish The­o­dore Bak­er, 1894.

Thank You, Lord, for the constant of hope that you add to every aspect of our lives. Teach us to listen for your goodness and grace, and to communicate truth to the world every hope-filled day of our lives. Amen.

Thanksgiving blessings to you and yours!

Psalm 95:2

Good News Translation (GNT)

2 Let us come before him with thanksgiving
and sing joyful songs of praise.

Tamara

Friday, November 18, 2011

Be Ye Glad!

The second cataract surgery was this past Tuesday and is a success!  There is still a bit of discomfort if I over-use my eyes (FB, Blogger, email…) but I am amazed at the difference.  

The colors are brighter and images at a distance so much clearer.  The right eye was done in September and I was amazed, but now with both of them completed I am stunned at the difference. 

The vision in my right eye improved to 20/25 and the ophthalmologist said I could possibly get away from prescription lenses and merely use readers!  Who knew?  I have an appointment for next Tuesday and will have the eyes checked then.  I’m anxious to know the measurable improvement.  It will be awhile down the road before the eyes are checked for prescription lenses, however. 

I still have what the doctor calls “a foggy spot” on the lens of the right eye, but he said he will laser that in three months and it should take care of the ‘issue’.  The only difficulty I’m aware of is the night vision halo but he indicated it would resolve itself with the laser treatment.  Still, all in all, I am thrilled and more than amazed with the results.   

Thanksgiving is just around the corner!  It will be a quiet one for us this year.  Our daughter lives in Ohio and just began a new (and exciting) job, so she won’t be joining us here in Arizona.  Our son is reconciling with his son’s mother after four years and they will be spending the holiday together as a family unit. That leaves the two of us this year.  That’s probably a good thing since I’ve just had the eye surgery.  

I prepared my very first Thanksgiving meal at the age of 19 and what an experience that was!  I left the packet of giblets inside the bird.  I didn’t know it was there and fortunately, it was in parchment paper and then surrounded by my dressing.  I am still surprised we didn’t get food poisoning!  I believe there were six of us for that dinner and it was a solution to ‘who would go where and leave the remainder of the family offended that we didn’t spend it with them’.   

Those choices have always been difficult in families and combined families with one set getting angry and upset over who you’re spending it with this year.  We determined quite sometime ago that would not be the case with us – we support no guilt family holidays. 

My mother recently had her own medical crisis, so they will be staying in their home and having their own dinner.  They are approximately five hours from our area so the travel is extensive.  We will be speaking by phone, I’m sure as we will with the rest of the family. 

We checked in the community and can find no community meal being served as we thought we’d like to volunteer to help with that.  So, we’re contemplating ordering a “full meal” from our local grocery / deli instead of doing it all up ourselves or we could go to a local restaurant for the meal.  I’m leaning towards the grocery / deli meal as we could have leftovers for later!  I will have to purchase fresh cranberries and make the relish!  It just isn’t Thanksgiving without the fresh cranberry relish!  I also found a recipe for cranberry relish that incorporated fresh jalapeño peppers!  I just might have to try that in addition to the standard one. This is the Southwest after all! I'll let you know the results!

Our church is having their annual Thanksgiving meal this coming Sunday, so we will not be without “family” in that sense.  Our names fall into the dessert category and Dennis is the pie maker in our family, so it’s all him this year!  I have a friend (Roxanne) who makes the most amazing pumpkin rolls!  I’d love to have that recipe – hint, hint 

That’s all for this edition and blessings to you and yours until next time! 

Psalm 92:4

New King James Version

4 For You, LORD, have made me glad through Your work;
I will triumph in the works of Your hands.

Tamara

Post Script 11/22/2011:  I had a check up on the surgical eye today - the vision is 20/20 in it! The vision in the first eye I had surgery on is 20/25.  I am more than happy and so thankful!  I will still require readers and I can live with that!  In fact, I took all my old prescription glasses - 4 pair of them, and placed them in the donation box for someone else to use!

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Leaving a Legacy

Recently I began another blog.  It isn’t an open blog for just ‘everyone’.  It is quite private and for my children and possibly even my grandchildren.  I will leave the information for my children with all the other info for end of life.  It’s not for now, but for later. 

I call it, quite simply, Letters to my Children.  Frankly, life is terminal. Life is short. And often persons say, "if only I had known..." So I'm going to chronicle things I want to say to both of my children on this blog.

It is where I am attempting to write down those things I want them to know. Things they did when they were little, accomplishments that made me so proud and filled with awe.  About what a fierce love it is a mother has for their child.

It's about my feelings on mothering and perhaps even about being a grandmother.  For my son, quite possibly it will be about “how to treat a wife” or what to do vs. what not to do if you ever expect to get married and have it work.

I believe it was Bette Davis who said, “Old age ain’t for Sissies.” And as true as that is, parenting isn’t for sissies either.  It takes stamina, determination, love, discipline and prayer.  Lots and lots of prayer. And lots and lots of unconditional love!  Oh, and did I mention the tears? There are a lot of them, too! 

Susanna Wesley, mother of John and Charles (and eight other surviving children) was know to throw her apron over her head when things got a bit tense and her children would quite down, knowing that she was before the Lord in prayer.  

Years ago, we had neighbors who struggled with infertility.  I received a letter from Catholic Adoption Services questioning me on how I felt they would be as parents.  I believe I wrote them a letter of epic proportion!   

I indicated to the agency that I too, had been an adopted child, albeit through private arrangements and family ties.  My adoptive parents didn’t have to go through the rigors of questions such as this.  Persons who easily conceive and give birth are not subjected to such questions.  Some of the aforementioned groups should not have children as evidenced by statistics on child abuse and exploitation.  But that’s another blog for another time.

I often wonder what memories my children hold of growing up.  I hope they have more good memories than bad ones.  I hope they can focus on the good and not on the bad.  We had days of plenty and then we had the lean times.  Sometimes I miss the lean times as I think we were closer then.  Struggling, yes, but for the common good of  F::A::M::I::L::Y. 

We weren’t church goers until our son and daughter were 4 and 14, respectively.  Yes… there’s an almost 10-year difference in their ages.  (God knew my limitations!) 

Then, more often than naught, we would align ourselves with these small little churches that had an elderly population and no children’s programs.  Looking back, that was wrong of us.  We should have sought out churches that could minister to our children and include them in worship. 

And so, this is where I’ve been lately: jotting down memories and treasures that I hope one day will be read by my children and their children. 

Proverbs 31:25-27 (NKJ)

25 Strength and honor are her clothing;
She shall rejoice in time to come.
26 She opens her mouth with wisdom,
And on her tongue is the law of kindness.
27 She watches over the ways of her household,
And does not eat the bread of idleness.


Tamara

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Seasons of Life

I've decided that change is inevitable.  Change is neither good, nor bad.  It is merely change and our ability to adapt to it and roll with it.

Change used to be difficult for me to accept and would throw me into a tailspin.  Now, I welcome change.  I have only to look at the seasons and realize without change there is no growth, no progress. 


Admittedly, there are often times when change seems to be happening all too rapidly and I struggle to keep up.  In all honesty, sometimes I am a rather reluctant participant to change.  

Looking again to nature, I need to have my roots firmly planted like the mighty oak. Yet I need be pliable and bendable like the graceful willow; able to withstand the winds of change. 

Recently, my mother had a health scare.  She had a vein burst in her brain and was taken to the hospital for several days.  Everything has turned out well, but in the interim my thoughts were random, fleeting and troubled with the “what ifs” in life and in health.   My Oh So Independent Mother didn’t want me to travel the several hundred miles to be with her.  As she said it, “I wanted you there with me when I had my mastectomy (and I was) but I’m alright.  I will let you know if I want you here.”  Bless her heart! 

A bit more than six months ago I made rather significant job change – still with the same agency but an entirely different job function.  I struggled a bit in getting back into the administrative field and still do at times.  However, for the most part and I am extremely happy with the change, the new responsibilities and the persons I work with. 

The church we attend has this wonderful “Clothing Exchange”.  Persons are encouraged to bring something and take something.  This time it provided me with the opportunity to purge my closet of clothing I had hoped to one day get back into.  Suffice it to say that my closet was jam packed full, but I’m happy to say that is no longer the case!  I was even most conservative in my selection of two jacket/blazer type items I can use for work. 

Our church has a wonderful Wednesday after school program called Sidewalk Sunday School. A lot of children who normally don’t go to any formal church attend this program.  Some of the kids with their moms are now coming to church.  The clothing exchange is a wonderful opportunity for the moms and their children to get clothing at no cost.  This is especially important as a number of the families are low income.   In our country’s current financial condition we all are feeling the economic crunch.  I feel honored and blessed to be able to participate in an event like this.  The Hubs is a volunteer for the Sidewalk Sunday School program, bless his heart! 

What changes are you facing at this time?   

How are you dealing with it/them?

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
New International Version (NIV)

1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.  

Tamara

PS - I am having extreme difficulties leaving comments on some of your blogs.  I'm not sure what the issue is but it just won't let me.  Perhaps it is the laptop the upgraded Windows, I just don't know.  I'm reading you! I just cannot leave a comment.

Added 11/04/11: From my Devotional -
All change involves leaving behind something known
in order to move toward the new and unknown.
It means releasing the way things were
in order to embrace the way things are and the way things will be….
Understanding our past is important,
but our lives are meant to be lived in the present and into the future.

—Leigh Harrison