maryHi my name is Mary Lou. I had a very bad childhood while growing up. I lost my dad when I was born. My mother lived with a man whose name was Joe. When I was six years old I was sexually abused by him and also abused in other ways, such as physically and mentally. One day, he threw me down the stairs and broke my shoulder bone. Also, another time he hit me over the head with a high heel shoe. I constantly lived in fear for the growing part of my life. When I was twelve I started drinking. I started steeling and sleeping with different guys. I hated my mom and step dad for what they did. I started to experiment with different things such as witchcraft, sauagnises, ouiji boards, etc. I did love my grandmother though. After she died, a part of me died with her. She was the only person I really felt safe with. I grew up as an atheist, I didn't believe in God or devil. I used to go visit my grandmother a lot. I used to sit and watch her. She read the bible and prayed. I used to think to myself: I wonder why. She always told my brother and I that God loved us so much. I use to wonder if there really was a God. And if really did love me why did he let all those terrible things happen to me. I hated my life and everything in it. One day I ran away from home. It was one of the many times I ran away. I was so afraid to be alone in the house, especially when my step dad was there. I was so ashamed. I wanted to tell my mom what he was doing to me, but he said if I ever told her, he would kill me. Finally, I had enough courage to tell her and her comment to me was that it was my fault, that I was enticing him. When he burnt both my hands on the stove, she took me to the doctor and the doctor asked how it happened. She said that I was standing on the counter and I fell on to the stove and burnt my hands. These were all lies that she had contrived. When my stepfather hit me over the head with a shoe, I lied in a pool of blood. This terrorized me, I was living in constant fear. Finally as I got older, I signed myself in a foster home. I stayed and lived there till I was 16 or 17 years old.
How I overcame it...
Well, that's all what I am going to say right now. There is a lot more, so much much more to say. I just wanted to say something about myself that I think others would like to hear. As I was growing up, I learned to get through the hurts and pains and the many scares and wounds I've had experienced. I found that the best way to deal with them is to talk to someone about it. Believe me, it wasn't easy thing to do. I found out that there was a God and he really did care about the hurts and pains I went through. He was there with me all the time. He was also experiencing everything that I was going through. Today, I am a better person for it. God found me and reach down and pull me out of my misery and sin. He gave me a new life. Now, I am married with three grown children of my own and four of the most beautiful grandchildren who are so precious to me. The best of all is I am a child of the King, the righteous one. I would never change that for all the wealth in the world. God can do the same thing for you. So, if anyone is reading this and going through the same thing and is afraid to talk about it to someone or feeling ashamed and you think that nobody cares or understands, well, here I am the living proof to tell you that I care, I know and understand exactly what you are going through. I would love to help you if you would let me.
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