I Can’t Take It Anymore God!

I Can't Take It Anymore God - Anchor Of Promise

Feeling safe in her locked bathroom, she stood there in front of the mirror with swollen eyes. With a warm washrag, she slowly and meticulously wiped the tear-streaked mascara left on her face.

Barely audible, she forced the words out of her mouth, “I can’t take it anymore God.” With uncontrollable sobs, she dropped to the cold tile floor.

In a curled fetal position for what seemed like hours, she swirled her finger in the wet puddle of tears left on the floor.

Like ringing in the ears, she could hear so clearly her teen son repeating to her, “I hate you. I don’t want you in my life.” Continue reading

Some Secrets Should Never Be Kept

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I would like to promote a new book by Jayneen Sanders called, “Some Secrets Should Never Be Kept”.  The author saw a special need for many children and parents who did not have available a good teaching tool on self-protection as well as learn how to speak up and against sexual abuse.

This book can help educate parents, kids, teachers and caretakers on sexual abuse.  Sexual abuse statistics have risen so much in the past few years and not only is the child abused but is also not believed.

Throughout the pages you will be able to see how abuse is cultivated and groomed in the first place. You will also be able to understand on how to look for the signs that something is wrong and what to do.  This book is has a colorful and easy reading layout.  With lots of pictures in a story time of long ago, it is written beautifully to not scare but to encourage listening and discussion for all involved.

Some Secrets Should Never Be Kept is also available in a teaching format with workbooks, discussion questions and coloring pages.  Please either purchase the book for yourself, a friend or even as a donation to your local library.  This link will take you directly to Jayneen’s website which gives valuable information as well as purchasing the book and teaching tools.

Some Secrets Should Never Be Kept

 

 

Sheltered into Rebellion

Sheltered Into Rebellion - Anchor Of Promise
In my years as a parent of teens, I have met many wonderful parents along the way who truly love their children. However, I have also met loving parents who based their parenting style on fear of the outside world or what they perceive as bad, having chosen instead to shelter their children.

As loving as that may seem, unfortunately the end results of that over-protection have caused disastrous results. I don’t believe I have ever met one family in my lifetime that overprotected their children and had a healthy family dynamic in the end.

Is it normal that teens rebel? Yes, it is. Should it be expected that they may rebel? Yes, it should be.

But we should really ask, “Does our parenting sometimes exert such a pressure to shelter and push our teens into a direction that would ultimately cause bad behavior?” I can assuredly say, “Yes.”

To give some examples of this type of parenting, let us focus on these scenarios.

Scenario 1 – Dad pushes his son in athletics because anything outside of that will make his son weak and worthless. He makes him watch, play, think and sleep on athletics. Dad pushes all other distractions out of his son’s way. So he shelters him into a total athletic bubble by keeping away friends, fun, other activities and even any growth to his son’s identity that he is trying to figure out.
Scenario 2 – Mom keeps daughter safe and sheltered from the world by keeping teen with mom at all times, even to the point of keeping tabs of where she goes or what she does. The daughter dresses to what mom wants, eats to what mom says is healthy only, picks out daughter’s friends that she feels are deemed to mom’s approval and absolutely no thoughts on boys and make-up. Continue reading

The Door

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During my own struggles not only as a parent of a teen in trouble, but also as an adult under extreme stress and depression, it was hard to take control of the serious issues facing me when I was not even able to cope with my own personal crisis.

In the midst of my deep depression, God had given me a dream.  Little did I realize that this dream would be the catalyst to my healing.  It was so powerful that when I wrote it down, it was written as part dream and part reality.  I have added it to my blog under the page called, “The Door”.

Although God has brought great healing in my life since then, as well as for my teen, I found from speaking with others that they too were barely holding on to hope.  So, I have recently felt led to share this story publicly so that others would find that they are not alone.  There is an answer.  There is hope.

Below is a small excerpt from “The Door” and my prayer is that you will find a part of you in this story along with an answer that gives healing, peace and joy.

“THE DOOR”

Feeling my own presence next to him, I stared at a mirrored reflection of myself across the vast room. I continued to watch him from the view of the mirror. His glowing, sharp, amber eyes were steadfast, strong and yet unapproachable. One could not help but stare at his eyes but still be careful in not getting caught. How in the world did I get here? Why was he allowing me to be with him when in a split second I could be devoured in his abyss? I did not dare to question it. I only kept silent, waiting for his next move.

The joyfulness and slow rhythmic pounding of this beast’s body hitting the floor was strong. He was taking pleasure in my obedience. What will this cost me? Part of me knows I am playing dangerously, but the pull is strong. So strong, that if I had a choice to leave or stay, I was willing to stay.

The next two years that followed I lived in this seductive world. Each day passing brought me new decisions to face, to live in fantasy or reality. It drove me in ways that took me to new places of my mentality that I had never taken before. I lived on the edge or lived just within the border of safety.

God Blessed Me with 2 Broken Hearts

God Blessed Me with 2 Broken Hearts - Anchor Of Promise

They came from orphanages in a far off land. For one child, the back and forth motion helped stimulate her physical and emotional being as if she was rocking to the beat of a song. She cried after each 3 bottled meals a day at 9 months: One bottle of chicken broth, one bottle of tea, and lastly a bottle of bread floating in water.

There were twenty-five to thirty children per worker in a room who hardly touched them other than to change their soiled cloth diapers.  This was the most attention they received for the entire day. After laying in the diaper for hours and hours, they would be stripped and rinsed off in ice cold water and left with what looked like cigarette burns below their waist and onto their bottoms from the dirty clothes.

Her sister at 27 months old, didn’t know any language or even how to crawl or walk. Tears would flow after every meal given to her. Her fears of not knowing if she would get more food frightened her and would cause her to hoard and steal if necessary. Continue reading