Category: Domestic violence

As I pulled away from Children’s Hospital today, my heart was once again filled with gratefulness that I could be a part of doing and giving to others. Once a month, a group of us gals gather with our sewing machines, sergers, cutting boards, rotary cutters, irons, ironing boards, smiles, laughter, loving and happy hearts to make pillowcases for the youngest patients; those at Children’s Hospital in Oklahoma City. We then rotate the delivery of these heartwarming cases.

This foundation, caseforsmiles.org was begun by a mom whom herself lost her child to cancer when he was a teen. She realized that having a bright, happy, pillowcase each time he had to go to the hospital added a small ray of sunshine to otherwise dreary events. This organization is now a nationwide foundation, making hundreds of pillowcases for thousands of children.

Our local chapter is one of the most active in the country and we have received several monetary donations because of our abundance of time and devotion for these precious children. In addition to the time our group spends together, there are dozens of other women in our state, making pillow cases and bringing them to us.  I began sewing with this group years ago. Life doesn’t always permit that I can meet with them monthly, but when I do, no matter the challenges and heartaches I walk in with, I truly leave with “cases and smiles.” While sewing for children whom may never see another week, month or year of life, it puts a new perspective on what we value

Because our sewing is a day’s event, we share lunch as a “team.”  Today as one of the fellow sewers was sharing of her child being hospitalized when he was young, she began crying.  Her son had a minor surgery, while the family in the bed next to his was losing their child. Life is truly so fragile, and it is for this very reason that I have struggled so immensely with the demise of my own marriage and family.

Whether sewing, knitting, crocheting or making anything with one’s hands to give to another, it is done with much love and mindfulness. The only two quilts I have completed were both given to my then husband.  One of the quilts I gave him was after he left me, but in commemoration of our betrothal and marriage.  I was humiliated and disparaged when I realized with every cut and stitch, that quilt was filled with love and prayers for him; yet even while his wife, his heart and life were with another.  Acts 20:35 NKJ, “…And remember the words of the Lord Jesus, that He said, It is more blessed to give than to receive.”

As I began a new bible study this week on Song of Solomon by Tommy Nelson, Pastor of Denton Bible Church, I was somewhat tentative. With my current status, I didn’t aspire to hear of what I didn’t have during my marriage and since. Nonetheless, it is a “gift” of what God ordained and desires for each of us in marriage.  King Solomon had hundreds of wives and concubines, but this biblical book speaks of one wife. This example of love for one another is to be an example for Godly marriages.

What causes us to marry? Do we marry because of mutual physical attraction? If so, as noted during the study, “looks deceive” for in time they will decline. The most beautiful you will ever be is when/if you marry at a younger age. Did your partner possess character and looks or merely looks?  Were you seeking the deeper “inner beauty” in your mate? Did you marry for convenience or to have someone take care of you? Perhaps you married for an additional income.

Often it doesn’t take long for the true person to be revealed. If the truth reveals deceit, do you remain in the marriage or walk away? Wouldn’t it be astonishing if all persons whom marry had the same goals and desires? There would be very few affairs and divorces. What if both parties took the vow to remain until death?

Some persons should never marry. If they are unwilling to walk with God prior to the marriage, the marriage often times will fail or at least will be abusive and dysfunctional.  Tommy Nelson states, “A man can’t be a husband until he’s been a bride. A man can’t lead until a man follows…a man has to first submit to God.”

Why is mutual respect such a vital key to attraction?  The answers are varied, but perhaps some of the paramount are: makes the relationship stronger, treats one another equally and eliminates physical and emotional abuse. If you respect your mate, you don’t choose to harm them.

A reminder during the study of broken vows is that it is worse to be married and live alone, than to be single and live alone. When living alone as a mate you are reminded daily you are not the chosen one. Physical love is indeed a gift God granted us for our mates. For some that gift from God was never bestowed by their mates.  Song of Songs 1: 4 NIV”…We rejoice and delight in you, we will praise your love more than wine.”

As we continue to recognize “Who Are You?”, you may think of your life over the years. You began as a young child, “kin” to countless people in your life. Then you became a friend as you entered school and one of the greatest friendships you may have experienced was to be “the one” friend; your first love. I’m personally moved when I hear of those seniors whom had the “first love” and only love decades later. That is a rare, but blessed gift.

There are also times when we must change the person, we were by circumstances out of our control. Parents lose children to death or estrangement. That doesn’t negate we are/were parents, but that bond has been removed.

Recently I watched a movie on seniors whom had spent their entire adult lives establishing their home, rearing their children, struggling with the challenges of life, career relocations, financial struggles, the joys and sorrows of life and countless other memories. At the end of their lives, the husband was suffering from Alzheimer’s.  This causes all in one’s sphere to sincerely question “Who Are You?” For the despair in that, is the person it affects sincerely can’t answer the person they are.

There are also those times when the person you identified with for decades is suddenly taken from you; the loss of a spouse through death, martial betrayal and/or divorce. Even if a marriage can withstand infidelity, does the betrayed mate ever know whom they truly are? No matter the duration of the marriage such betrayal leaves the “remaining” mate seeking their reality.

Perhaps during this time of introspective reflection, you may participate in hobbies or adventures you had “put on hold” or never experienced, as you gave of your time and life to your mate and family. In my personal experience, I’ve had the opportunity to give to others in need whom are walking similar paths as I walked previously and presently. I would never have been able to give the gift of my time, support and emotional love, had I not experienced some of those sorrowful happenings.

No matter our stage of life, when someone queries, “Who Are You”, what will answer your reveal? What is important to you? What do you identify with? If you are a child of God, are you proud to include that as a component of your life? II Cor. 6:18 NIV, “and I will be a Father to you, and you will be my sons and daughters, says the Lord Almighty.”

As we return to the question “who are you?”  I think of the many personas we inhabit. Each of us reading this is someone’s child. We may also be a parent, sibling or a mate. We may be an employee or an employer. We may hold an office in the government or local civic group. The list of “who we are” might be lengthy. Nonetheless the query remains as in part one of this blog. When we share who we are, what do we say?

I was a daughter before I was a grandchild, niece, cousin and sibling.  My parents are now both deceased, but that doesn’t mean I ceased being a daughter. Even though my parents never accepted me for the person I am, they couldn’t deny I was theirs. I spent my entire life attempting to be accepted by them but, was never successful. However, I honored them and respected them as my parents. I didn’t choose them as my parents. God chose them for me.

I grieved the parents I wish I would have had, but they were God’s plan. When I asked why I was not loved nor accepted, each of my parents turned away. Over the years as I sought an understanding, my father always left the room. Yet from the time as a young child until my parents passed at age 89 and 91, when I was in their presence and asked “who are you?”, I would say, I’m Clyde and Moya’s daughter.

This same truth is applied to others I knew. I was a relative, colleague, friend, fellow church member, etc. Do those persons whom we are ever change? For me personally, the person I was at age  5, 15, 35 and now a single senior has never changed. The identity to those in my sphere has changed. For some have died. Others, I’m no longer associated with, but I’m still Jane Hamer Woods, the person God created me to be.

I will never forget years ago several of my counselors noted, as an adult I was the same person I so desperately desired to be as a youth and teen while residing with my parents. Sometimes circumstances and individuals prohibit us from being what God desired for us and created us to be.

I have always had a love for knowing other people, to reach out to others, to be creative and at times a little adventuresome. My parents stifled each of these traits. I was not permitted to socialize with others in my school or community. I was never permitted to invite girl friends for a “sleep over”. I was never allowed to be creative. Nonetheless, those talents, abilities and traits were there. They were what God gave me to use for Him.  TO BE CONTINUED:  Jeremiah 29:11, NIV “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. “

I had planned on continuing my blog of “Who Are You”, until I opened my kitchen window today and stood “awe struck” at what I was seeing. There was a “kid” squirrel biting fiercely on my patio rug. My first instinct was that he was being silly for there were no acorns on the patio. As I watched him fiercely pulling and tugging, he was unraveling my rug. What?  I thought he was going to stop at any minute, as this was not a “nutty” taste, but a mouth full of dirty fiber.

He was not stopping. I ran to get my iPhone, as  I was truly amazed to see what he was doing. By the time I returned, his task of totally unraveling my rug was well underway.  He had no immediate plans to cease his actions, as his tiny mouth was filled and overflowing with rug yarn.  I realized my rug would be completely gone if I didn’t intervene.

Even when I opened the door, it took “kid squirrel” a few seconds to decide to leave, but I imagine “big, ole footsteps” might have caused him fear. Due to his small size, I don’t know if Mom sent him on an errand and he opted to stop off for a taste of patio rug or that was his destination. Either way, for that moment, I knew I had to terminate his antics.

In knitting we often add a “life line”, an interwoven strand of another yarn in the event something happens and our project begins to ravel. Obviously, there was not a lifeline on my rug, for it would have been totally unraveled if “kid squirrel.” had his way.

I immediately thought of our lives and how quickly they too can become unraveled. When we first observe Satan in our lives, what he is telling us looks pretty cute or perhaps even quite attractive. However, the tighter his grip and the more willing we are for him to take control, he will have our lives completely destroyed unless we stop him or have a “lifeline” so that he can only unravel a limited amount of our life.

Unlike my patio rug which would have been contained to that one item, when Satan begins unraveling our lives, it most often impacts countless other persons; mates, children, grandchildren, parents and the list goes on. I watched that squirrel for a few moments, but then realizing the damage, found a way to halt him before he caused further destruction. I’ve seen many individuals that believe the cuteness or beauty of what Satan is doing is so grand there is no desire to place a roadblock on his path.

You may then watch as not only your life was destroyed but also the lives of those around you. It might be prudent to add God’s lifeline before Satan starts looking cute to you.  2 Timothy 4:18 NKJ, “And the Lord will deliver me from every evil work and preserve me for His heavenly kingdom.”

Who are you? Recently while viewing a movie, this query was made of one actor to another.  On the surface it appears to be a very casual question.  Would you “rattle off” the answers as though you were reading a list of ingredients on a food label? Perhaps, the first ingredient; that trait which you value most might be what you shared initially. Is it your career? Is it what position you hold in the community? Is it the relationship you have to other people in your life? Who are you, truly and sincerely?

After actor one rambled on about what he did, where he lived what kind of family relationships he had, what his career was, all the volunteer work he did etc. actor two finally said, “aren’t you a child of God?”  If you are a child a God, do people know that? Do they see it in your actions and spoken words? Does someone have to ask you?

Over the years, many persons have said, “you are a Christian, aren’t you?” Puzzled, I looked at them and said, “yes, but we didn’t discuss religion. How did you know?” I was joyful when their answers have always been the same, “your smile, your actions and the way you treat people let me know.”

Many children are happy with the traits they have inherited from their parents. Years ago, my son proclaimed he didn’t like his nose for it was like mine. I apologized and said, “I’m sorry you didn’t get your Dad’s nose.” His reply was, “I don’t like either of your noses.” My nose was not by choice, but it has been a trait of my paternal family for generations. I know I’m a “Hamer.” My green eyes are a trait bestowed from my mother and maternal grandfather; a Scotsman whom arrived in the US as a young lad. I never met my grandfather whom my mother spoke highly of, for he passed away when she was a young girl. Yet, over the years when I was complimented on my green eyes, that was a reminder of the grandfather I never met.

I’m grateful and appreciative for the traits I have from my earthly parents. My nose has allowed me to smell wonderful fragrances throughout the years, as well as some foul and offensive odors. My eyes have been a gift to see great beauty around me. That list is far too lengthy to describe, but each reading this blog understand the depths of beauty in our lives. The cliché that beauty is “in the eyes of the beholder” is valid. Some see magnificence in particular parts of the world or nature, while others prefer other landscapes. Some see beauty in a piece of art while others view it as unpleasant. Beauty is as vast as individual people.

I’m very proud that someone recognized the traits of my heavenly father even without asking if I were His child. What greater gift that to be able to be a light and testimony for someone who has given us so much. TO BE CONTINUED: Ephesians 2:10 NKJ, “For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand that we should walk in them.”

As I shared yesterday about my school lunches. Even though I was “gifted” those lunches, they still had a price. I had tasks to complete to receive them. I learned at a young age that one can’t be prideful when they have nothing.  Churches and organizations were not available in the 1950’s and 60’s as they are today to assist families in need.  Poverty is encompassing. It doesn’t merely cause people to be hungry or lack other necessities of life, but most often it imprints them for actions and decisions during that time of their life and beyond.

As a child living in poverty, we experienced more than having little to eat and wearing hand me down clothes. One of those memories was a recent “humorous” story around a family table while visiting my brother and his family, bringing tears of laughter. In that era of our youth and teen years, there was a faux butter spread; oleo which not only left a waxy taste on the palate but was also packaged in a wax covered carton. When our commodity butter was depleted or if none had been provided, oleo was the staple in our home.

Not only was oleo a food source, it was a “sole” necessity.  Shoes with large holes in the soles were not to be discarded. Oleo cartons would be cut to fit the interior of our shoes and worn until the shoes were almost disintegrated. Often one pair of shoes might have five or six carton replacements before new shoes would be purchased. That time of my life was preparing me for situations as a wife years later.

As a newlywed, because my then husband, Charles mandated I drop out of college to work full-time so he could complete his college education, I accepted office jobs which were unfulfilling. Charles had his life planned and he never deviated from his goals. However, I was asked to take jobs which I had no desire to take to enable him to satisfy his aspirations. If I hadn’t endured the hardships from my family of origin, I might not have been able to endure the adversities of my marriage.

It isn’t uncommon for many newlywed couples to have “lean” years in early marriage, but most of them are a team in the decisions. Finances may be discussed, and budgets made together. That never happened in my marriage. Charles was the leader and I had merely to do what he instructed. As a result, some financial struggles could have been prevented if purchases had not been made.

One of the most challenging financial times was when Charles had accepted his first career position in Enid, OK and our first child, our daughter was weeks old. We didn’t have money for even her formula. What a joy and blessing it was when a Canadian dollar had flown into our flower bed at our small apartment. At that time, Canadian currency had greater value than our US currency. That gift from God provided us with enough money to purchase a couple cans of formula.   Philippians 4:19 KJV,” But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.”

As I have been hearing of the countless school districts withholding lunches from children whose parents have delinquent “school lunch” bills, I thought of my own school lunch days. As the eldest of three children reared in a poor home on government commodities, I was thrilled when in the fifth grade I received a gift of becoming a “button girl.”

To be selected as a “button girl or boy” you were recommended by your teacher, as a child that caused no problems in class and possessed a financial need. In the 1950’s and 1960’s, fifth and sixth grade children from poor families were given “chores” to do in exchange for school lunches. As “button children” we handed out “clean plate” buttons to anyone cleaning their plates.  At the end of each school year, if a child had received these buttons, they received a reward.

Certainly, I ate every bite of my food, for some days it was the only meal I had for the entire day. In addition to handing out the buttons, I completed chores including washing down blackboards, cleaning the fish tanks and any miscellaneous chores teachers or staff required.

As with poorer children in our present day, I was aware our family was atypical of other families. I sincerely desired to be able to eat a school lunch with the other children. Our packed lunches didn’t have the same delicious sandwiches or special lunch box treats as the other children whose mothers packed theirs.  Our home packed meals consisted of sandwiches with white bread from the day-old bread store at 15 loaves for $1.00. The filling was not meat or cheese, but merely government commodity butter or if we were fortunate, a special treat of commodity peanut butter. Never was it a peanut butter and jam sandwich for the jam would have been too costly.  There were no chips, fruit or sweet treats; merely a barren sandwich.

Even though the other children realized I was “poor” and had to work for my lunch, for those few brief minutes each day, I could be “one of the other kids.”  Our hand-me down clothes from the missionary “clothes barrel” or hand sewn clothes also always set us apart from the other children.

TO BE CONTINUED! II Thessalonians 3:10, NIV “…the one whom is unwilling to work shall not eat.”

If you have resided in OK long enough, you are accustomed to the numerous storm warnings. Sometimes the storms dissipate, and the warnings merely caused alarm or concern. If you heeded the warnings, you were able to be organized to “take cover” if necessary.  Last evening as the storm was approaching closer, I was prepared. My storm shelter was open and even though I was unable to take all crucial possessions or documents to the shelter in the event a tornado had hit my home, I had a few necessities “ready.”

While residing in south FL for several years, we also prepared for impending hurricanes. Fortunately, weather coverage gives residents far more time for planning and sanctuary for hurricanes than when preparing for tornadoes in OK. Nonetheless, weather technology and meteorologists have enabled most persons in the US to be prepared for many of these natural disasters.

What about the storms of life? Do we have warning? Are we ready? Unfortunately, most often we are not. With the loss of jobs or our homes, automobile accidents, illnesses or physical injuries, the unexpected death of loved ones, marital betrayal and countless others, we may be caught off guard. How do we prepare for these storms?

If you attended Sunday School as a young child, you may recall the children’s chorus about the wise and foolish man. The lyrics were: “the wise man built his house upon the rock, and the rains came tumbling down. The rains came down and the floods came up and the house on the rock stood firm. The foolish man built his house upon the sand, and the rains came tumbling down. The rains came down and the floods came up, and the house on the sand went flat. So, build your house on the Lord Jesus Christ and the blessings will come down. The blessings will come down as your prayers go up, so build your house on the Lord.”

I loved that song as a child and as a Sunday School teacher because the motions to the song are what bring it to life. As adults, we may feel we have built our lives upon the Lord, so they remain strong and stable.  However, we can never predict what others will do, nor the factors which may cause our lives to suffer significant storm damage. If we have a solid foundation on the Lord, our lives normally don’t totally crumble even though they may become quite shaky and unstable. Isaiah 59:19 KJV “When the enemy comes in like a flood, the spirit of the Lord will lift up a standard against him.”

Has a friend or member of your family ever come to you with weighty burdens and torments of their life? Have they said to you, “I’m sharing because I know I can trust you?” Perhaps they even asked you to pray with them during a heavy-hearted chapter of their life. Were you a vault or a sieve?

For over 44 years I frequently sought persons whom I believed would realize I honored them enough to share some of my deepest despair(s) with them. Yet, too often they were not vaults; holding my confidences in their hearts only. They were sieves as they shared with not only others, but most often the perpetrator of the sorrow.

When a “sieve” shares another’s heartache, they have betrayed not only the person whom trusted them, but those whom they shared with. When someone comes to you with a tale about another person, does it cause you to pause?  Do you realize if they so rapidly shared another’s heartache, which they were asked to hold in confidence, what other things do they do? Do they lie, steal and cheat, or are they merely persons whom honor nothing?

Because I am a 44-year survivor of domestic violence there were no agencies, I could go to seeking help. I had no family or close friend to confide in. After time with the Lord in prayer and bible study, I often desired a “human ear.” Because I believed my most logical “vault” would be those in my church whom I knew and had socialized with, I shared my burdens with them. The confidence breaking sieves are too numerous to count.

Far too often the person whom you have confided in lacks self-respect, honor and/or integrity. By allowing your heartaches to be shared with others, it boosts their self-esteem. They believe being a sieve places them on a higher plane than the person that trusted them. They feel they possess something of value; another’s trust.   The gift of trust as a “vault” is far greater than being a sieve that possesses the knowledge granted them.  Proverbs 13:3 NIV, “He would guards his lips guards his life, but he who speaks rashly will come to ruin.”