Past Paths… and Other Things too Painful to Mention

Last night, via Google Earth, I “traveled” along several paths, remembering how I’d been left alone so many times, since the tender young age of four. I retraced the steps I’d walked in solitude, in both Europe and the U.S. I was shocked at the realization of having wandered so far from home so often. In awe, I stared open-mouthed as the miles were mapped before my eyes, showing how far I’d trekked on foot and ridden my bike, with no one knowing my whereabouts. Google Earth showed me my instincts had been more than correct: It truly is a miracle that I’m even alive!

Don’t get me wrong; I’m not talking about the normal sweet freedoms of playing Hide n Seek till dark with all your friends, and the sweaty summers of childhood sprinklers. I’m not even talking about riding your bike around the neighborhood with the wind in your hair, or roller skating up and down the sidewalks and scraping up your knees. Those were things many children from the seventies and eighties enjoyed when kids were expected to go outside and play until supper, and then go back outside and catch lightning bugs till bath time.

I’m talking about the lonesome life adventures I remember in somewhat mixed, but fine detail, simply because I have a memory like an elephant. As a four year old, in Germany, I tried to avoid the teenagers. They made fun of the younger kids and called them names. I was on the monkey bars with a friend when I discovered I’d stepped in “doggy doo doo.” I knew the big kids would jeer at me and tease me if they noticed, so I didn’t even tell my friend. I remember standing at ground level, wishing my apartment wasn’t so many flights of stairs up away up top. I kept my stare focused on one of the teen girl’s colorful toenails. It was easier if I just blended in. I’m talking about being four years old, and leaving those monkey bars behind, to accept candy from a stranger behind a tall white stucco wall. The other kids warned me and my little boyfriend that a witch lived there, but we thought she was just fine. She smiled at us and urged us to take the sweets. The candy with sprinkles won me over, and there was an added benefit; it wasn’t poisonous!

I found myself being left with adults I didn’t know well. When I was five or six, I was left with an old lady I’d never met before. Once again I found myself being urged to accept a “treat.” Though I told the woman I was allergic to peanuts, she insisted I could just pull the peanuts off of the Cracker Jacks and just eat the popcorn. But she was not pulling the wool over my eyes. I had some worldly wisdom by now, and I didn’t think peanut crumb dust would turn out well for me (I chose to stay hungry). As I grew out of training wheels, I quickly mastered the art of riding my bike. I found myself in trashed, parentless houses, with friends of classmates, who made mud pies. On the base, I rode down suicidal hills with my feet over my handlebars, praying to God there wouldn’t be a car at the bottom, because there was no way to stop (God graciously answered those prayers for me). These things happened, and more things, and other things too painful to mention.

I moved to Italy, before third grade, where I had to walk and cross several streets, including a main strada with lots of tiny, speeding cars disobeying traffic rules. My heart jumped into my throat the day a stray dog began curiously sniffing at my lunchbox. I thought about dropping the box and making a run for it, but God sent me an angel. Just as my heart was about to leap into my throat, the threatening dog suddenly turned and walked away (Thank you, Jesus!). As if that wasn’t frightening enough, I survived the landlord’s giant German Shepherd guard dog, when it got loose and pressed up against my chest, barking and salivating in my face. (I think God sent me two angels that day!). At eight years old, I escaped from a gang of ten Italian bullies chasing me on bikes, screaming at me to give them MY bike, as I pumped my skinny long legs as fast as I could. I screamed at them in Italian, calling them liars. I told them my bicicletta was a girl’s bike, and that no one else had one like it. That bike was my trusty friend for many years, keeping me company on my soul adventures.

During that same time, I was left for a couple weeks with a strange family, where the parents punished me for things I didn’t do. It was scary and confusing, just like it was when we moved onto the base. I had been learning that many parents couldn’t be trusted, and here it was no different. A man was angry with the boy who had slapped his bratty daughter on the leg with a toy. After chasing my childhood friend into a ditch, the man flipped him over his head, high up into the air. In horror, I watched as my nine year old friend landed flat on his back. I muffled my screams; would I be next if I was seen? I ran until my asthmatic lungs gave out. Police were called, and I was terrified as always, that somehow it was my fault. The military police assured me I’d done nothing wrong; they just needed to know what I’d seen. These things happened, and more things, and other things too painful to mention.

When I look back at my first official dentist visit at age 11, like most dental appointments, it wasn’t fun. We’d had quick checkups on the military base through school, but we moved a lot, so I usually missed those. I had to get four fillings, and I was only in middle school. It didn’t seem fair (especially since I’d obediently chewed the cherry red tablets that showed you how to brush correctly). I wish I’d known about floss, because I probably would have thought it was fun. After all, I wanted braces, and needed them, but I didn’t get those either. Instead, I got head lice from constantly having unwashed hair. Dirty hair had previously been an easy fix; I was just supposed to hurry up and grab a scarf for my head before catching the bus.

The same year of the lice, was the same year of me getting embarrassed by my p.e. coach telling me I needed to purchase a necessary important undergarment. How mortifying. I thought she was being mean by pulling me aside and whispering to me, but years later I realized she was doing me a favor. As a sixth grader, I continued to ride my trusty purple bike everywhere. I even rode it four blocks away, in order to bat my talcum-powdered eyelids at a boy (I created my own makeup, since I wasn’t allowed to wear any) just because it was nice to be noticed and told I was pretty.

Teachers tried to help me in middle school. They told me I was smart and talented. They told me to enter my art and poetry in contests, and I won. When I started to go into anaphylactic shock at school, from an allergic reaction to the school cafeteria spice cake, the nurse frantically tried to help. She searched through the cabinets in vain, but sadly informed me there was no emergency medicine in the office. When help finally arrived, it came in the form of a pill, and a quick dump off at home, instead of to the hospital. I scratched in agony at the donut-sized welts which entirely covered my legs. I moaned from the nausea, and tried to fill my air with lungs. I felt like I was trying to breathe through a straw. These things happened, and more things, and other things too painful to mention.

It can be hard coming face to face with neglect and the realization of having been on your own from a young age, and the understanding that things were not what they looked like to other people. It can be lonely having to carry things you weren’t meant to be burdened with as a child. You can easily feel lost, hopeless, and abandoned when you look back at times when no one was there, and no one cared.
Sometimes it looks pretty on the outside; you’re told to quickly put a bright yellow scarf over your greasy dirty hair, you’re told to smile pretty getting out of the car at church but you want to cry because everyone was fighting and you were the target again, you’re told to care for another child when you’re still only a child yourself, and you do it because you love that child, but no one is loving and caring for you.

It’s easy to be tempted to look back and wonder where God was when you were lonely, isolated, neglected, abused, and abandoned. It’s tempting to get angry and wonder why you had to be afraid, condemned, and depressed just for being alive. It can be especially tempting to allow hopelessness in, and wonder if God will be there for you in the future. But the silver lining is God loves us, in spite of everything we’ve been through. Jesus cried when we cried, and he held us up when we couldn’t stand on our own. Jesus wants to fix the brokenness, heal us, and use it all for God’s glory! Jesus is always here for us!

I hurt about the little things. I hurt about the big things. And I hurt about the other things too painful to mention. But I have to trust that God knows what He is doing with my life, even when nothing seems to make sense. I don’t want to be that person who walks away from God, especially when He’s getting ready to do that great big glorious thing in my life! After all, He’s already done some pretty glorious things for me! God has given me a family to love, and my family loves me, and fills up the empty, broken, lonely places. So whether people are for me or against me (and believe me, there are plenty against me!) God is FOR me! He loves and cares for me, and He can teach me how to love and care for myself. God has taught me to love and care for my children the way I should have been loved and cared for as a child. How great and glorious is that? I’d rather have everyone against me with God for me, than everyone for me, with God against me! “What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us?” (Rom. 8:31 English Standard Version)

The painful things are healed by the forgiveness, grace, and mercy of Jesus Christ. God has done wonderful things, is doing amazing things, and will do many more wonderful, amazing things too glorious yet to mention…

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” (Ps. 23:4 ESV)

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10 thoughts on “Past Paths… and Other Things too Painful to Mention”

    1. Thank you, dear Cherilyn! Your encouraging words mean so much to me, especially knowing we have traveled such similar paths in our lives. You’ve been an inspiration for me to tell more of my stories. I need to keep adding to my 20-paged testimony! When I shared it, I was told I needed to publish it as a book! But I’m not finished with it yet! And…I’m still looking forward to reading yours! Can’t wait! โค๏ธ Much love to you, my 7 Sister! ๐Ÿ’™

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  1. I love that even though these awful things happened to you, you have trusted God in all things and used these to shape you into the beautiful person you are. Others might have turned the other way and become embittered, but I appreciate your ministry and the hope you give others with your writing.

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    1. Jeanne,
      Thank you so much for your encouraging words. I will treasure them from such a beautiful friend! It’s true; we have a choice to become angry and bitter, or we can pursue Jesus and let God create beauty from ashes! Forgiveness through Jesus allows us to heal, and find joy and freedom. Best of all, it’s an opportunity for more people to be saved and have a relationship with Jesus Christ! I’m honored that God pulled me from the dark pit of despair, and chose me to write down His words, ideas, and messages to reach hurting, hopeless people. I’m so thankful for my wise and kind pastor, who has taught me about worldly lies and how to renounce them in Jesus’ name; how God intends for us to live in HIS truth, not the false beliefs of other people. I’m so thankful for the opportunity to share Jesus with so many people! Your friendship is such a blessing to me! I love you, my precious sister in Christ! ๐Ÿ’™

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  2. Dear Angela… I praise Jesus for your life! I praise Him for the beautiful heart He has created in you despite such a past. I won’t call it a life because having experienced childhood craziness myself, I recognize that was no life.
    He truly is THE WAY to a life more abundant. Please allow our Lord and our Father in heaven to continue loving your hurts and turning them into blessings.
    Love you dear sister!!

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    1. Thank you my dear friend, Stacey! While it’s true that I was deprived of a healthy childhood, I’m so thankful that God gave me real love, very early, by bringing me Jesus! I remember opening the door to my heart, and saying “yes” to Jesus when he asked to come in! I was so so little! Maybe God didn’t allow me to see the truth about my actual childhood situation until I was so much older, because He was shielding me from further trauma. Maybe knowing the cold hard truth would have been absolutely too much for the heart of an innocent, sensitive little girl who loved so many, so much. I probably would not have been able to cope. Maybe the “not-knowing” was what kept me going, until I could be removed from the situation, and have a family of my own to love me. I never thought of the “not-knowing” as being a gift, but it surely must have been. You’re right, it’s not really a life to grow up with little to no parental love, with no idea of who you are because you’re forced to be an extension of someone else, with no support or encouragement to be who you are meant to be. All I know is God can make good out of all things, and that I definitely will allow God to use it and turn it into blessings! I thank God for giving both of us good gifts that we can use to help others! I’m trusting Him to continue His good work in us. May He continue to heal us both and continue blessing both of us with abundant life, as we continue to serve Him, in Jesus’ name! Love you, my sister in Christ! ๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™

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  3. What a life you have lived! Beautiful. I just love seeing the stories of God’s children. I cannot imagine the things that are too painful to talk about, but I can imagine how God protected you through it all, enough to have you here today to talk about it. I look forward to seeing how he uses those moments in your life to tell a story and save someone going through something similar. God is so good!

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  4. Kristen, thank you so much! Here’s how God works: I was JUST thinking of you seconds ago, and getting ready to message you about your guest spot on The Silver Lining, at http://www.facebook.com/angelaslittleattic, and I found your message here in my inbox! I’m planning on featuring you this week! Then I’ll gather four guest spots, and put them all into one post! Let’s chat this week too, if you get a chance! ๐Ÿ˜Š I also want to hear your stories about how God is using your life’s experiences to reach others, because I know God is doing that, even now! I love you, my precious sister in Christ! You are so valuable for reaching people for The Kingdom of God, and you’re such an encouragement to me! I’m so grateful for the genuine Christian believers God is placing in my path, while at the same time, helping me truly discern those who are not one of us, but are instead, wolves. We need to keep praying for them. Kristen, keep shining your beautiful light for Jesus! ๐Ÿ’™โœ๏ธ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿผ

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