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Before we were separated the first time, the boys didn't understand why I
would break up our family. They were both very angry with me at the time.
What they experienced was "normal" to them. After we got back
together, our oldest son, JD, was old enough to begin understanding and realizing
he didn't deserve to be treated that way, so he started fighting back.
This only made Brent angrier. He justified his physical responses to our
son as discipline. JD was nine years old at the time this second slide
began. The older he grew, the more angry he became and the more quickly
he erupted into violence in response. More times that I can count I had
to get between them in literal brawling fights.
I still went to God as had become my habit, daily asking for His revelation
of truth for my life from His Word. During the next four years God still
worked on me and my responses and attitude. He also put in my life two
precious friends who became my accountability partners. This was a very
important thing for me. God does not intend for any of us to walk alone
through the Christian life. Heb. 10:24-25 indicates we need the mutual
encouragement of other believers.
After three years there came a point when I had to tell Brent that if he didn't
stop the violence I was going to have to take some type of action because I
couldn't stand by while it continued. But still I waited because I had
to have God's direction. Several months later the decision was taken out
of my hands. While I was gone to meet with my accountability partners
Brent and JD got into an altercation again. There were neighbor boys present
who saw the violence, and JD ran away. I knew that we had to have some
kind of help. I made an appointment for myself and JD to see a Christian
counselor to find out how we needed to respond correctly, so as not to enflame
Brent. However, when we told her what had happened she said she was legally
required to report Brent to the authorities. I was not expecting that
and it certainly wasn’t my intention. But after she said it, I knew she
was right.
This experience was a mixed blessing. On one hand it helped JD to realize
that what he experienced was not acceptable. But I found that it
was hard working with the social workers. They see violence every day
but most of them are not trained counselors. The social worker could not
see past Brent's mild-mannered exterior and tears -- he was so different from
the men she usually worked with who were jobless addicts and convicts.
At the same time, she saw some things in me that I had never realized were there.
The biggest one was that the boys picked up on my lack of respect for my husband,
even though I tried to act respectful. The Word says we are to
respect our husbands, period. But I couldn't conceive of how to respect
someone who acted the way Brent did. I thought it would be enough to act
respectful. But the children "caught" my underlying disrespect.
I was devastated to discover something this ugly still lurking in my
heart after so many years of walking closely with God and earnestly desiring
Him to change me. I learned that I can respect my husband because of his
position of authority, regardless of his behavior. That does not
mean I am supposed to sit by and participate in wrongdoing by my own inaction,
however.
Meanwhile, things at home got worse. Finally, I had to make the difficult
decision to separate again. The authorities were threatening the
imminent removal of our children. God gave me specific direction
from His Word again, and confirmed it several times. This time my church
was much more supportive. God led us to a precious Christian friend for counseling.
During this counseling God again revealed several things in my own heart that
shocked and dismayed me.
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