Last Blog of the 21 day Challenge
It's been good for me to have taken part in this challenge by my grandson Zac who is a missionary/youth pastor somewhere in Mexico. I can never remember the name of the place. He is amazing, by the way. I may be somewhat prejudiced but not much. lol I have had to write about what I believe and I think I have benefited from it the most.
Since it's my birthday today I have been reminded of my new birth, my born-again experience. Except for it I would not be alive to tell this story! I was 28 yrs. old with 3 kids aged 7, 5 and 2. I was also a basket case! Dependent on prescription drugs for years and full of fears and phobias. I'd had an abortion at 26 and my life was becoming more and more of a disaster as I approached my 28th birthday. Panic attacks were almost a daily occurance and the rest of the day I just hung on to my sanity by a thread.
At the age of 25 I began to have this persistant thought that I would die sometime during my 28th year. It was with me daily and the more I tried to shake the thought the more it terrified me. Life was hell! As you may have read in one of my blogs, I had been molested as a child and one of the ways the shame and guilt of it had manifested in my life was in fears and insecurities. That is not necessarily what happens to everyone but for me life had always been full of anxieties and low self-esteem. So my days were filled with panic and my nights were worse. By the time I 'accidentally' found Jesus I could not lay down to sleep, feeling I couldn't breathe, constantly in fear, so dependent on pills that I had to put them in my pocket to go to the mailbox, 'just in case.' I do not have the space to write the many terrifying experiences I had during that time in hell.
I was about to run out of my pills so I went to the doctor, as usual, to get more. Surprise! He refused to give me more, saying that I needed help from a good psychiatrist who would spend enough time with me or I would either flip right out and end up in a hospital or my heart would not be able to take the prolonged panic and constant anxiety and I would die. He suggested I take yoga to get my body back in shape (I was about 25 lbs. underweight) and to learn to relax and breathe properly. I was so frightened my legs would not work they were shaking so hard!
There happened to be a library in that mall so I went there to look for yoga information to read since I could not go out to a class, agoraphobia (fear of open spaces) being one of the many phobias I suffered from. I found the yoga books, as well as one I had spied on a high shelf, called "The Power of Positive Thinking." I thought it was a motivational guide to improve your thought processes and heaven knew how much I needed that! How wrong and right I was! The book was written by a pastor who counselled many people who were in various messes in their lives, as I was. It was all about how to give all your cares and worries to Jesus and he would take all the misery, shame, guilt, hurts and fears and make you into a new person! Could it be real? After all, I had grown up in church and had never heard of a God Who was alive and could hear the cries of people who were desperate for help. Especially one like me addicted to drugs! A God who loved me just the way I was! Who would take my measly, inconsequential life and turn it into a meaningful one! What an exchange! Who wouldn't be willing to give up what I had for what He was offering?
I didn't even know what I was doing! I didn't know what a future He had for me and the joy I would experience because of it! I didn't know I was what the bible calls 'born-again but it sure felt like it! At 28 there was a death! The old Louise died! I became a new creation according to the bible. Imagine! My sins were forgiven and I was loved! Loved!
God had many wonderful things in store for me and I have experienced so many unbelievable miracles! As long as I trust Him and believe His word I will continue to. His promise is: "the latter shall be greater than the former." I believe that.
