Today we begin story #2 in the My Story Series with Bethany’s story. Like Chelsea, Bethany has endured difficult and trying times in her life. Bethany is a daughter, sister, wife, mother and friend whose tender heart has been wounded and repaired many times over. I know that many of you will identify with her story. Please honor her courage to share her story by reading her story throughout the next few posts. Like me, her motive for sharing is to let YOU know that YOU are not alone in the struggles of this life. Be blessed as you read…
Bethany grew up in an affectionate, loving, God-filled home. Her parents were high school sweethearts. “It was obvious that Mom and Dad were very much in love,” she remembers. They were always kissing in front of the kids and totally grossing them out. Her brother is three years younger than Bethany. They were very loving towards one another and were the best playmates. Her mom was a stay-at-home mother who was very hands on. Both parents were loving and affectionate towards their kids. The whole family attended church together. Her dad played the role of Jesus in the church Easter play and her mother sang in the choir and taught in children’s church. Overall, this was a wholesome, all-American family. Life was good!
Bethany was a good little girl who did all she was supposed to do. She aimed to please her mother (which at times was hard because her mom was a perfectionist when it came to chores, cleaning, etc.). She was also Daddy’s little girl. She has very fond memories of her childhood. And of course, she loved Jesus with all her heart. She first decided to give her heart to Jesus when she was just 8 or 9 years old in children’s church.
“When I was a little girl, I loved Jesus so much. I would talk to Him like He was my friend.”
She would go in her room and listen to her music on her purple, double-decker boombox. Her favorites were Psalty the Singing Songbook, Sandi Patty and Amy Grant. Her favorite song was “Jehovah” by Amy Grant. She still remembers every word. Anybody else having flashbacks of the 80s? I sure am! I still remember every Psalty song ever recorded!
I want to pause in the story for a moment and talk to all of you who are pouring your lives into little children. YOU are making a difference! The things that were taught to me in Sunday School, children’s church and by my parents are STILL ingrained in my mind and heart. The music that my parents exposed me to and the songs we sang in church are still in there. The messages that were conveyed to me are still speaking to me. So, weary Sunday School teacher, worn-out Children’s Church worker, exhausted mommy…don’t ever think that what you are doing is insignificant or useless.
Little eyes are seeing,
little ears are hearing,
little minds are absorbing,
little hearts are hiding those words deep inside.
Like the Proverbs 22:6 says, “Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.”
As you continue reading Bethany’s story in the days ahead, you will hear how she strayed from the right path when her life became unstable. But the truths and love of God that she was taught when she was young always rang true in her heart. What was instilled in her as a child is what ultimately brought her back to the loving arms of her Savior.
So this post is dedicated to all you teachers and parents. You are not talking to yourself or the wall…it IS sinking in! Keep up the good work and don’t get weary in doing good!
Galatians 6:9 says, “And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.”
That’s all for today’s post. Tomorrow we will find out how Bethany’s life gets turned upside down. The calm, stable life she enjoyed as a child quickly becomes one filled with turmoil and hate. Be sure to watch for Bethany’s Story Part 2!
If you’ve been touched by this story or if you can say, “Me too! Me too!” let your voice also be heard. It matters to the women who are being so brave in sharing their precious lives with you. YOU matter to Bethany. She wants you to find hope and healing through her story. So please, leave a comment or contact me at the email address below. All correspondences are confidential.