WARNING: This article deals with difficult issues concerning domestic violence. Some readers may have experienced or witnessed domestic violence and reading this may vividly bring back buried memories. If this applies to you, please consider your own wellbeing and whether you should continue reading. If you are in an abusive situation or know someone who is, (Australia) call 1800 RESPECT (1800 737 732) or Domestic Violence Help Line (1800 656 463). (USA) – 1−800−799−7233. (Canada) http://endingviolencecanada.org/getting-help/
I interviewed a victim of Domestic Violence and how she still trusts Jesus, despite the evil she has been through. Without further ado, here is her testimony. Her identity will remain anonymous.
Mum and dad were always fighting. He would hit her. I got caught in the crossfire. I would become bruised and I covered it with makeup.
I started to cut myself. I became depressed. My family stopped talking to each other. I felt like I needed punishment for making my family fight. But the cutting didn’t last long. I realised it was wrong.
When I tried to get advice from other people, they would say ‘that’s your parents business, don’t get involved, this is very common, everyone does this’. I was repeatedly told to pray on it. I did.
I felt that it did not help, I found that people didn’t like to talk about it, it was taboo. I needed to let it out, I needed someone to talk to. Everyone kept silencing me. I felt like no one could ever understand what I was going through.
We went to Lebanon. There was 1 priest who kept watching me. He called me over. I said cheerfully ‘Hi Abouna (Father)’. He looked at me and asked why he can feel waves of anger coming out like heat from me. I burst into tears. He told me I needed to forgive. I needed to be like Christ and forgive. The priest said I should never force someone to love me. Jesus never forced anyone. He only gave the opportunity for people to love him. This day I felt a weight lift off of my shoulders.
I went to Adoration back home. I felt calm, safe. Adoration built my trust in Christ and his will. I was in the dark all those years.
Dad recently flipped it over virtually nothing. He held my mum to the wall. He raised his hand to hit her. I got in between them. He started to choke me. He dragged me to the balcony and nearly threw me over. I screamed, and my sibling pushed him off me. My life and my mum’s life were in danger. This is when we took action. We became fed up with the abuse. He is gone now.
My family started talking to each other about our experiences. We started to open up about our wounds. My mum said she wished she did this sooner. I wished we never put up with the abuse.
It helped us heal and grow together. We are closer than ever.
I realised that talking about it with people who had gone through the same thing helped me a lot.
I trust Christ to lead us out of this. I tried my way (give him space and let him come back to us), the hard way (forcing him to be good), but the only way that worked was God’s way, leaving it in God’s hands. We have moved on from him. My way and the hard way did not work. Christ is the only hope I have.
I was asked how can I still trust Jesus after all of this? I thought of when Jesus was in the Garden of Gethsemane. He wanted his Father to take the cup of suffering from him. Then he trusted God in his will and accepted the cup. If Christ can trust God in his grand plan, then I can trust God in his plan for me. I accept the cup offered to me.
– Emily Dib