I banged on the locked door screaming in horror, begging my mom to let me back in. My grandmother pleaded with her to open it. The neighborhood kids laughed and shrieked,
”Look! She’s naked!”
I tried to hide behind my grandmother. My mom opened the door, but blocked the entrance.
“Oh, no, you stand out where everyone could see you.” I rarely disobeyed her, this time I didn’t move.
“Don’t you dare hide. Stand out here or I will give you an even bigger beating!”
“She is just a child. Don’t do this. Let her back in the house,” my grandmother interceded.
“No! She needs to feel the shame I felt today when that black b***h humiliated me! How does it feel to be ashamed? Maybe you won’t embarrass me anymore!”
She finally let me in for my grandmother’s sake. The berating continued.
Just minutes before I was in the bathtub. I was about eight or nine years old, but the event is clearly etched in my soul. My mother was enraged. I had proven once more that I was not capable of being the perfect child she demanded of me.
While washing my hair, she scolded me about my grievous crime. Another warning from my teacher. Her anger rose with each word. She began to pound on my head and shoulders with her fists, as was her customary form of discipline. Trying to escape her rage, I jumped out of the tub and ran from her. She chased me, throwing random punches. In desperation, I ran out the open door into our small yard. She used this opportunity to teach me a lesson. Terribly prejudiced, she raged because my “colored” teacher reprimanded her over my persistent talking during class.
At home, I was desperately lonely. My elderly grandmother suffered from scoliosis. She had little patience or stamina for a child. When my mom was not working, she spent her time with my grandmother.
My mom didn’t let me play with neighborhood kids. I had no one to talk to, so I created my own paper doll friends and family. To me, school was like Disneyland. I got to be with other kids. Longing for interaction, I talked during class. The teacher often confronted my mom about the distraction that caused.
My mom didn’t notice my excellent grades or other good behavior. She saw the teacher’s criticism as a reflection of herself. She already held deep resentment towards me. My father left her to raise me on her own when she refused to get the abortion he demanded. I ruined her life.
From conception, life was set on saturating me in rejection. Childhood years were cold and empty. My mom decided to get rid of my dog by leaving my only friend at a park one day. My heart broke when the dog chased the bus we got on. Later, I had a pet rooster. One evening, I found out during dinner that what was left of my rooster sat on our plates. I was forced to eat it.
There are many painful incidents. Our family emigrated to the U.S. to escape Cuba’s communism when I was ten. I encountered much ridicule at school. I was just learning to speak English, and didn’t understand cultural differences or the rules to playground games. Kids were cruel. I often felt stupid and worthless.
The suffering continued into my teens, through painful relationships with boys, then later, men. I endured a heartless, abusive marriage of fifteen years for the kids’ sakes, while suffering from migraines and severe backaches. I got stuck with nearly $100,000 of debt I didn’t create, including IRS and State taxes after the divorce.
I raised kids without child support or family, working multiple jobs to survive. I have been lied about, slandered and falsely accused—the wiles of a vindictively, bitter ex-spouse. I suffered undeserved estrangement from my family. My only son died. I have suffered deep rejection as one child turned against me, closing off any relationship with grandchildren. The list is much too long. I find peace in knowing that God knows my heart.
My list reminded me of another similar list.
Corinthian 11:24-27 Paul speaking of the amount of suffering he experienced, “…five times received I forty stripes save one. Thrice was I beaten with rods, once was I stoned, thrice I suffered shipwreck, a night and a day I have been in the deep; In journeys often, in perils of waters, in perils of robbers, in perils by my own countrymen, in perils by the heathen, in perils in the city, in perils in the wilderness, in perils in the sea, in perils among false brothers; I have labored and toiled and have often gone without sleep; I have known hunger and thirst and have often gone without food; I have been cold and naked. …”
Paul, in my opinion the Moses of the New Testament, walked a long trail of sorrows and suffering.
Like Paul, I cling to God, I have experienced His miraculous peace and whispers of His profound love. But life’s discord has often beaten me down. I have battled defeat and discouragement my entire life. Overwhelmed with pain and suffering of all sorts, I planned on taking my life years back. God miraculously intervened then.
“As a Christ follower, aren’t things supposed to be so much better than this, Lord?” Over and over I have asked God. “Why do you even keep me alive? Life is so painful. Why so much suffering, Lord?”
We suffer because we live in a world corrupted by every evil known to man. Also, we have an adversary, an overwhelming power in a realm we cannot fight against.
1st Peter 5:8 “Keep your mind clear, and be alert. Your opponent the devil is prowling around like a roaring lion as he looks for someone to devour.”
Even more reason to rely on Almighty God!
Adam and Eve lost two sons. Cain murdered his brother Abel, then was banished to the wilderness. Abraham had to send his son Ishmael away, Joseph endured bizarre acts against him, and David ran for his life from a psychotic king. This whole world is full of craziness and poor choices that were never part of God’s original plan.
Sadly, most of the grief and suffering comes from within the human heart.
Why doesn’t God just do something?
He did. He took His most precious possession, Himself, and came to earth in the body of Jesus.
“…to proclaim good news to the poor…to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners… to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion— to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair…” (Isaiah 61:1-3)
Jesus died for our sins so we could live in Heaven. Even Jesus suffered, brutally murdered on a cross. But–He resurrected
I wish I had an easy fix, but there is none. Life is hard. Terrible things will happen to good people. Children will suffer. Life is far from fair. We desperately need the love of Jesus. We need our hearts renewed and reclaimed. We need to claim the verse above. Call upon Jesus to lift your burdens and set you free. He’s waiting.
Remember, this life is not forever.
2nd Corinthian 4:17 “So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”
Heaven is eternal. There is no suffering there!
To read about the benefits in suffering go to the next post, Is That A Megaphone I hear?
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By ~ Elizabeth Yalian 2013 ©http://hiseyeisonthissparrow.com.