Hi, I have a strange testimony. I have always believed in the power of love. But I wasn't always loving or lovable. I grew up in a southern baptist family, my parents are excellent, they love and support me, now that I am an adult in my 30's I still live with them. I had trouble at birth as a baby I wasn't breathing till the nurse gave me oxygen. When my parents told me the story, it made me feel proud an special. I believe God saved my life for a special purpose, some mission of faith he wants me to do for Him. I went to southern baptist church and a fundamentalist Christian private school that was really strict from preschool to after second grade.
My second grade teacher at the private school was snobby and strict. my poor elder sister was spanked by her first grade teacher, this upset her and our mom. Mom said the teacher should have called her on the phone and discussed the matter with her first before hurting her child. I was never spanked at that school, but was spanked sometimes, rarely, by my parents at home. They did it to discipline me when I did wrong, to teach me right from wrong, my mom never hit me too hard. She hugged me after spanking me and told me she loved me. My parents also discplined me and my sister by grounding or "restricting" us, as my mom called it, or we would not be able to watch TV.
As a kid I liked fairytales, which would be a problem for me because I still like them as an adult. I grew to like magic and fairy tale creatures, unicorns, fairies and mermaids, liked Disney movies, especially the Disney princesses. I wanted to be a good sorceress or fairy godmother. I thought that with magic I could end world hunger and wars all over the world, could bring about world peace and an end to poverty and suffering. I was just a kid, I did not know that the Bible forbids magic. I heard there was good magic and bad magic. Then I read in the Bible that witches were to be killed. Anyone worshiping idols or practicing magic, divination to see the future or communication with the dead, putting curses on people, were to be killed.
Then I heard about the witch hunt paranoia and inquisition, the terrible cruelty so-called "Christians" did to people they thought were witches, brutal sadistic torture to get them to confess, then burnt at the stake, set on fire to die a horrible, painful death with no mercy.
I thought, would Jesus want this? Didn't Jesus forgive people, tell us to love our enemies and give them food and drink? Didn't Jesus tell us to treat other people the way we want them to treat us?
I heard the medieval people thought that witches signed their name in blood in the devil's black book, selling their soul to him for power. I would never do that!
I went to a public school in third grade when I was 8. I had trouble finishing my school work and homework because they loaded us up with work in the private school. I had a man teacher, he was an ok teacher, but the school sent me to the school psychiatrist because I acted weird. The kids in that school could be somewhat wild, rude and mean. They picked on me. In public elementary school, there was one mean girl who picked on me particularly, she was a bully and made fun of me because I was different. I had some trouble with math.
In fourth grade I was sent to the special education teacher, for kids that were slow learning. I also saw psychiatrist. I did not see psychiatrist regularly until middle school, 6th grade. My 4th-5th grade teacher was a wonderful teacher. She really inspired me and that's when I first started writing stories. I struggle with my writing because I am so picky, I often delete several pages if I am not happy and see something wrong or if I think something in the story is immoral. my mom started me and my sister with art lessons, and I took off and loved art, really became interested in art and loved to draw and paint. My sister was not so good with art, but the art teacher helped us make our pictures look good.
I wondered why I had to see psychiatrists. I was shy, and my family went back to church in middle school. I was/am a dreamer. I loved unicorns and wanted to draw them. I also liked fairies with butterfly wings. I liked the movie the little mermaid. I read Greek mythology, then Norse mythology, and the King Arthur stories in 5th grade. I realized the myth gods are horrible, and the Christian God better, true and perfect.
My second grade teacher at the private school was snobby and strict. my poor elder sister was spanked by her first grade teacher, this upset her and our mom. Mom said the teacher should have called her on the phone and discussed the matter with her first before hurting her child. I was never spanked at that school, but was spanked sometimes, rarely, by my parents at home. They did it to discipline me when I did wrong, to teach me right from wrong, my mom never hit me too hard. She hugged me after spanking me and told me she loved me. My parents also discplined me and my sister by grounding or "restricting" us, as my mom called it, or we would not be able to watch TV.
As a kid I liked fairytales, which would be a problem for me because I still like them as an adult. I grew to like magic and fairy tale creatures, unicorns, fairies and mermaids, liked Disney movies, especially the Disney princesses. I wanted to be a good sorceress or fairy godmother. I thought that with magic I could end world hunger and wars all over the world, could bring about world peace and an end to poverty and suffering. I was just a kid, I did not know that the Bible forbids magic. I heard there was good magic and bad magic. Then I read in the Bible that witches were to be killed. Anyone worshiping idols or practicing magic, divination to see the future or communication with the dead, putting curses on people, were to be killed.
Then I heard about the witch hunt paranoia and inquisition, the terrible cruelty so-called "Christians" did to people they thought were witches, brutal sadistic torture to get them to confess, then burnt at the stake, set on fire to die a horrible, painful death with no mercy.
I thought, would Jesus want this? Didn't Jesus forgive people, tell us to love our enemies and give them food and drink? Didn't Jesus tell us to treat other people the way we want them to treat us?
I heard the medieval people thought that witches signed their name in blood in the devil's black book, selling their soul to him for power. I would never do that!
I went to a public school in third grade when I was 8. I had trouble finishing my school work and homework because they loaded us up with work in the private school. I had a man teacher, he was an ok teacher, but the school sent me to the school psychiatrist because I acted weird. The kids in that school could be somewhat wild, rude and mean. They picked on me. In public elementary school, there was one mean girl who picked on me particularly, she was a bully and made fun of me because I was different. I had some trouble with math.
In fourth grade I was sent to the special education teacher, for kids that were slow learning. I also saw psychiatrist. I did not see psychiatrist regularly until middle school, 6th grade. My 4th-5th grade teacher was a wonderful teacher. She really inspired me and that's when I first started writing stories. I struggle with my writing because I am so picky, I often delete several pages if I am not happy and see something wrong or if I think something in the story is immoral. my mom started me and my sister with art lessons, and I took off and loved art, really became interested in art and loved to draw and paint. My sister was not so good with art, but the art teacher helped us make our pictures look good.
I wondered why I had to see psychiatrists. I was shy, and my family went back to church in middle school. I was/am a dreamer. I loved unicorns and wanted to draw them. I also liked fairies with butterfly wings. I liked the movie the little mermaid. I read Greek mythology, then Norse mythology, and the King Arthur stories in 5th grade. I realized the myth gods are horrible, and the Christian God better, true and perfect.