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IF THEY KNEW By Phylis Steinberg A little girl looked in the mirror "Who are you, " she asked the image? No answer was heard "You look sad- You look like you need a friend I think I could be your friend If I knew!" A teenager looked in the mirror "I know you - I hate you! You are stupid, horrid and ugly Everything you do is wrong You should never have been born No one will ever want you - or love you If they knew!" A young woman looked in the mirror "Who are you? I don't care any more You have made too many mistakes You have messed up your life You don't deserve to be loved - by anyone! It's too late - it's hopeless I don't want "them" to know. One day the woman heard a voice "Look up to Me, my little one I have made you in MY image My Son gave His life for you- He is ready to be your friend -forever Just believe in Him and trust Him WE KNOW - AND LOVE YOU! The woman looked inside her soul She saw the little girl she used to be "I'm sorry I hated you, I love you It will be ok - Jesus lives in us know Dear one, I'm glad we were born We will learn to love - and be loved. I know, too - and I'm ready to be your friend. I am a novice writer, and an adult survivor of an angry alcoholic father and abuser. Because I haven't suffered to the same degree as many others have, I began to wonder just why I seemed to be affected so deeply, like others who suffered more extensive incidents. Then the Lord helped me to understand the answer. Take two beautiful English Bone China teapots. Take one hammer. Smash to pieces both teapots. Take one teapot and glue the pieces back together - then smash it again. Repeat this over and over. When was the damage done? Right - the very first time it was smashed. No matter how perfectly you may glue the pieces back together, it is here it has lost its value, and to any antique dealer it has absolutely no value. Our souls were made for God alone. Only when we are married is another allowed in. When abuse takes place the perpetrator has TRESPASSED - GONE WHERE FORBIDDEN. No matter how many times after the FIRST TIME we are trespassed against, the damage and brokenness occurred the first time. Becoming a Christian did not make everything instantly "hunkey dorey," either. I lived at home a little over 18 years and became a Christian at age 31. Right from the beginning I began to write. Awesome poems, that I never shared with anyone for a long time, because I thought they would think I was lying if I told them I wrote them. I am now 55 years old. I just began to deal with these issues in late 1994. It is so true that we learn to bury these memories. I learned the "Art of Burying" so well that I even began to bury good things, and happy memories. It is wonderful how Kind and tender our Heavenly Father is when He begins to heal us. He never never allows us to remember what He hasn't first prepared us to remember. For all remembering is for the purpose of our healing not our destruction.
