Dear Daughters,
Last week I received a book in the mail written by an author living in Walla Walla, Washington (such a delightful name for a city). Brooke Thonney has a story which at different times made me laugh, cry and sometimes shudder. Growing up near Los Angeles, Brooke was raised in a family of domestic abuse, addiction, adultery and divorce. Before she was old enough to know what drugs and alcohol were, she knew their smell and effects on her mom and dad. When she was three her parents divorced, throwing her life into further chaos, dysfunction and confusion.
As in many stories of children coming from such homes, they in turn grow up living the same behavior patterns as their parents before them. When Brooke was in high school, she came home one day to see her mom sitting on the curb in handcuffs and later taken to jail. She was sent to live with her dad and his girlfriend, all three of them soon evicted from their home. Brooke started living the same lifestyle she had seen in her family of origin and by 19 she was a single mom and a college dropout.
But the story doesn’t get worse from there, it gets better. Brooke has a praying grandmother, who had been sexually abused by her own father for years, her voice silenced for a time because of threats and lies from him. Virginia, her grandmother, led Brooke to Christ and told her that she had determined not to let her dad destroy the rest of her life, and that Brooke had the same choice going forward.
For years Brooke had been silenced by her parents, her friends, her fiancée, her Youth Pastor, and many others who figured her background was too broken to be transformed into anything good. The enemy constantly fed her lies as well. Because of all the betrayal and slander flung her way, she began to distrust people as well as God Himself. In her mind the lies and questions of doubts were relentless,
Can God really be trusted?
Did He really speak those words of love and affirmation….to me?
Does He even care about me and all my problems?
Why would God let people do such hurtful things to me?
I am Irredeemable.
I am worthless.
I am rejected.
I am silenced.
Then Brooke started listening to God’s voice instead of voices from her past.
Where Brooke saw trash, God saw treasure.
Where Brooke saw junk, God saw jewels.
Where Brooke saw brokenness, God saw freedom from bondage.
When she decided to listen to God’s promises of truth, her life started changing:
God uses the brokenness of our lives to prepare us for what He has called us to do
and to reveal our destiny.
We were designed and created to use our voices in a dark world
to bring life to everything and everyone around us.
Because of her past abuse, Brooke was hyper-vigilant in protecting her daughters from the same abuse she had received as a child. Then one night she had a vision…
I saw myself standing in a dark, hostile wilderness. In one hand I was gripping a machete and with the other I was holding back Ellie and my second daughter Claire to protect them from whatever lay ahead. I saw myself slashing right and left with the machete, lashing out at everything around me. I couldn’t see anything in front of me because of the darkness, and I was desperate to protect my kids from whatever was out there. I was breathing hard, drenched by sweat and blinded by rain and deep darkness. I was inching forward, one step at a time, machete at the ready to protect us. I had no path, no plan, no directions to follow. I was in survival mode with my girls and would fight anything to keep us safe. Then the vision ended…
In an amazing transformation, Brooke learned to allow God to be her protector and defender instead of fighting the never-ending battle herself. It was a process, but she has come to trust her Heavenly Father to care for her most treasured possessions – her husband Andrew and their four daughters.
Brooke’s grandma continued to encourage her to tell her story of ashes being exchanged for beauty. I’m thankful she is using her voice after being silenced for so many years – not only for her sake, but giving hope to many others who have walked a similar tormented path as she.
Love, Mom
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