God's Touch

I grew up in the church pews. Sunday mornings were for Sunday School, then church service. We went to church again on Sunday nights. When I was high-school age, Wednesday nights were for youth group, and Thursday evenings, prayer meetings. I knew verses 1, 3 & 4 of many hymns..well, to tell this completely, I knew verse two, also!

From the third to seventh grades, I attended a Christian school. I rode the school bus to and from school most days, and, often, I used the morning bus ride to memorize verses for the morning Bible quizzes. I still remember learning the whole chapter of 1 Corinthians 13 on one of those morning bus rides (and acing the quiz;).

My family and I followed lots of rules as “Christians”. These rules were pretty easy to follow while we attended Christian school, but when we moved half way across the country and I was enrolled in public schooI for eighth grade, following the rules became a completely different story. Dresses, pigtails, and knee socks went from being normal to being a drastic stand-out from the rest of my classmates.

Except for a couple friends, school became a huge dread for me. I was extremely self-conscious, and an easy target for teasing. I didn’t feel that I fit in at all. The conversations that most of my classmates found easy, I found difficult. Popular music, movies, fashion, and sports didn’t mesh with our rules. We didn’t have a TV (but we did go to the neighbor’s house across the street every Monday night to watch “Little House on the Prairie” - a great show, but not exactly hip;). To top the school year off, I was more motivated to keep the droopy knee sock up than my grades.

Church youth group on Wednesday nights was a life-saver, and for various reasons, I mean that quite literally. I felt accepted there and was very involved in the activities. It was the one place I didn’t get teased.

Up until this point, my title of being a “Christian”, held little depth. I knew the basics very well from Genesis all the way through to Revelation. I was well-behaved (and afraid to be otherwise). I knew that somewhere back in time, Jesus died for my sins so I could go to Heaven. But, I could feel that I was missing something.

It always confused me when people would talk about loving God and knowing God. I guessed that I loved him and I knew lots about him, but a couple friends at youth group, my youth pastor, and his wife really loved Him and really knew him. I could feel a complete disconnect between what they knew and what I knew.

One night, my youth pastor talked to the teens about the blessings of seeking a relationship with God. He said we would find God if we looked for Him while reading our Bible. He talked about Jesus meeting our needs, and listed off a few examples that we as high school students might have. When he mentioned our grades, I listened more intently and with curiosity. School was still a huge difficulty (I was a junior in high school at this point). I had no motivation to raise my grade point average. I hated homework, I hated studying for tests, and I would take a grade of “F” rather than get up in front of the class to complete my speech assignment.

I knew I needed motivation to pick my grades up. I had zip, zilch, none! I was curious to see if God could fix the lack of motivation in me, but leaving youth group that night, I was even more curious to see if God would really show up if I read my Bible like I was looking for him.

When I got home, for the first time, I picked up my Bible out of curiosity. As I opened it up, I prayed that I would find God. I started reading, and couldn’t put it down for a long time. The words had meaning and I felt like they were breathing new life into me. God gave me understanding that night that He was real and close by.

This happened during the second semester of my junior year. I raised my grade point average to above a three point for the first time in high school. Let me rephrase that a little. I did the work it took, but God gave me the motivation. That motivation was not birthed because of me - He gave it to me. Hebrews 4:12 is exactly true when it says, “the Word of God is alive and powerful.” As I read with curiosity and with regularity, I could feel God helping me.

I faced another huge challenge during high school - abuse, many forms of it. The most painful abuse I endured started when I was thirteen and ended when I was seventeen. With abuse comes painful secrets, and the feeling of being alone and powerless. Because I had realized that God cared about my needs, I cried out to Him very softly, but desperately, in my room one night when I felt utterly alone and used. I didn’t feel like I had anyone else to go to (and it never occurred to me that I could). I was so consumed with protecting others, including the abuser, that I carried my secret until I could not stand it anymore (I was just beginning my senior year of high school).

With tears, I prayed, “God, please make this stop!!!” Right away (and a little surprisingly to me!), God told me clearly, “It will stop this week” and I felt Him come into my room. The reality of his presence caused me to sit up in bed and I could sense that He was walking across my room to stand next to my bed. I felt love from Him, his power and might, his anger over the abuse, his pureness and perfection. It felt like Jesus had walked into my room - I just couldn’t see His physical form. This experience was just a matter of seconds, but it was so powerful that when I went to sleep that night, I knew my days of being abused were done. To make a long story short, my sister reported the abuse a couple days later.

God continues to prove himself to me in my life and in the pages of my Bible. He is so faithful in his love toward me, that I believe and trust what He says. Whether it’s-
“Cast your cares on Me for I care for you,” to
”Jesus personally carried our sins in his body on the cross so that we can be dead to sin and live for what is right. By his wounds you are healed,” to
“Just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glorious power of the Father, now we also may new live new lives.” (1 Peter 5:7, Romans 6:4, & 1 Peter 2:24)
There is no need God can’t touch with His healing. We need His healing because of our own sin and because of sins committed against us. He is the answer for this life we’re living, and for eternity....the only answer. 1 John 5:20 says “We know that the Son of God has come, and he has given us understanding so that we can know the true God. And now we live in fellowship with the true God because we live in fellowship with his Son, Jesus Christ. He is the only true God, and he is eternal life.”


A short P.S.:
Girls, (or, anyone who is affected by abuse), your voice has power. You can and should go tell someone if you are experiencing abuse. I know trust becomes a very difficult issue, but go tell a counselor at school, your principal, your pastor, or your parent. Don’t stop until you find someone who will listen. Even if you have to painfully whisper it to someone, tell!
Meanwhile, pour your heart out to God- your anger, confusion, and hurt. Ask Him to heal you; tell Him you need to feel love. Ask him for courage. You will find that He answers. And when you hear and find his answers, you will want more from Him.
Get on the road to healing and recovery; it’s a long journey, but you will find God there as you seek to walk with Him. He will meet your needs, at times directly from Him, and other times through friends and counsellors that He provides.
The abuse that has happened to you does not define who you are. Learn who God created you to be. Learn to trust Him and follow Him; learn that unforgiveness and bitterness are not a part of your God-created design. You are loved~ and you won’t be disappointed by the care God gives.
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Lisa Liu
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I am a wife and Mom, living in Arizona. I love getting the opportunity to share what God has done in my life and I pray that this opportunity increases even more!

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