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Sweet Memory

Last weekend we had the great joy of visiting my niece and her sweet family in South Lake Tahoe.  My great nephew will be three next month.  His name is Cohen.  He received a pair of snowshoes for Christmas and what a kick to take him out in the woods around their house.  He learned to walk on the shoes, and all laughed at me as I sunk in the snow since I did not have snowshoes.

I held his hand and we found the most interesting things outside.  These included the seed pods that were dropping and resting on top of the snow, the pine needles that had dropped, and woodpecker holes.  We even saw a squirrel gathering food and of course were all impressed with his massive 2-year-old intelligence at knowing what the squirrel was doing.  ‘Eat” was the word he used.  I was reminded of sweet memories with my son when we would go out and collect worms after a rain.  What a joy he, my niece and her husband are.  They have bravely entered the most important job on earth (in my opinion) of parenting a child God’s way.

On the way home, I glanced over at my husband who was driving.  I wanted to make sure both his hands were on the wheel.  Then I smiled.  I remembered that having both hands on the wheel is something my father taught me the importance of.  It was a challenge for him to take time out of his busy schedule to spend thime with me while I was growing up.  One very special thing he did though was teach me how to drive.  It was very important to him that I learn how to drive a stick shift.  So, he did successfully teach me how to drive and it was special because it was my dad doing it.  What he taught me about safety is strongly entrenched in my brain, especially both hands on the wheel.   This memory is a good and sweet one.

Then, I was reminded of a former client.  Her upstanding family church image was impeccable.  Both parents served in and were leaders in their faith community.  When she was fourteen her father started taking her out for ‘driving lessons.’  Funny thing though, she reached age 18 and still did not have that license.  Why?  The driving lessons were a cover up for and the opportunity to get her alone and rape her.  Think of it.  Over and over it happened.  What kind of terror did this girl survive?  Isn’t it remarkable though that she did survive?  How many of these teenagers commit suicide?  The highest rate of suicide is among teenagers.  Well, she did more than survive.  She began what I call her own Unintended Journey and her ongoing healing journey is thriving last I knew.  She is an unsung hero.  The Bride of Christ needs know about these courageous survivors; supporting, encouraging, helping, and rejoicing as their ‘Interier Hidden Cancer’ is operated on and healed.


  1. Peter Cathcart says

    There is a book I read in while seminary, Growing up Holy and Wholey, by Donaqld Sloat, Ph.D., which opened my eyes to sexual abuse by church leaders upon their families. My kids were small at the time, and it was a very sobering thought to realize how much damage a dad can inflict on his children. The adversary of God could not be any more devastating than to turn the father image into such a brutal manner. This is an issue that lays heavy on my heart!

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