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August 28, 2017



A hurt, angry moment that Father used to change my perspective ...   


It was a time in our lives when we had moved with our young family of 2 girls, ages 1 & 3, to a new country with new jobs in the middle of an academic year. My husband was the deputy principal to the only English speaking school in the country, and on top of that he was the superintendent of a girls boarding hostel that housed 100 students that ranged in age from 12 to 21. I was 28 at the time. This was an unusual boarding hostel as it had 50 girls from the English school and 50 girls from the local German school. These were full time boarders. There was  always war going on above our heads!


The previous couple who headed up the hostel had allowed the senior students to have keys to come and go as they liked. A situation that gave the place a most unsavory reputation to say the least! On beginning this new adventure, my husband was told that he needed to rectify this asap! So, the first thing he did was to change the locks. Well, we obviously stirred up a hornet's nest! Big time!


The anger and animosity that we experienced was distressing not only to my husband and me, but particularly to our children. Our girls had stones thrown at them, water too, their toys were broken and even our pets were hurt. Our little girls would come running in crying and tell their story. No names could be remembered, after all some of the German names were hard to pronounce even for me, but often the terrorizing came from the rooms that were above our apartment.


Well, one day it became just too much for me, & I climbed into the shower - fully clothed - turned on the tap and started to shout, "I hate them! I hate them! I hate them!"


When "the dust" had settled I heard the still small voice of the Lord..." Mary, this is how my enemy gets at me. He cannot touch me, but he touches the apple of my eye, my children. He tells them lies about me, lies they choose to believe. He will do whatever he can & whatever it takes to turn them from me."


This was the beginning of a journey into seeking whether what I believed about my Heavenly Father was truth or lies ... and I was dismayed at what I had thought was truth! Jesus said, "My words to you are spirit and they are life" and, "But when he, the Spirit of truth, comes, he will guide you into all the truth."


We started a Bible Study there, and some of the girls came to church with us. Our older daughter came up to my husband one day & said, "Daddy, you spend more time with these girls than you do with us." It was time to move! We were there for 4 1/2 years - the longest, up to that time, that any superintendent had stayed. The couple before us got divorced, as well as the couple after us.


A costly, but invaluable lesson was learned.


“He (the devil) was a murderer from the beginning, not holding to the truth,

for there is no truth in him. When he lies, he speaks his native language,

for he is a liar and the father of lies."

John 8:44



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