“I’m being a dumb girl again… I was thinking if this world based a relationship solely on looks, love at first sight thing, I’d be out of luck. Men don’t usually pray for a woman with brown hair and brown eyes”
I used to be insecure with how I looked. I viewed myself as
an overweight Sasquatch with boring features. I thought I was invisible and
that I had nothing to offer. I’ve never actually experience that “love at first
sight” thing people seem to get so I used to think maybe I’m just not that
special. Why else would I be over looked so many times? My only experience with dating is two guys. I had
one in high school and he was conditional. He would ask me to lose weight and
pick at everything I’d wear. I wasn’t as indie rocker chick as he would like.
Our brake up wasn’t too hard on me. After he broke up with me I was more scared
at thinking I wasn’t pretty. Not completely his fault, I wasn’t told I was
pretty at home by my own father either so I thought you know that just confirms
it. I’m just not that special.
Later that year I met another young man. He was just coming
out of a three year relationship with a young lady he cared for very much. I became
that ear and emotional comfort zone. I was going through my own emotional
rollercoaster so it was nice to have someone to talk to. For a year we would
talk, usually his conversation was about her or other girl problems. Or he
would turn it into a sexual conversation and I’d go with the flow because by
that point I was so broken all I thought I had to offer was sex. I never view
myself at a woman worth chasing or protecting. I thought men want one thing and
one thing only. I’ll never get that prince charming and I have released that
dream I once dreamed. He lived in another college town so I never really had to
care. I was becoming hard and hating love in general. After a year we finally
had our “first date” which was having sex in a car. I know you’re thinking wow
Carissa why share this? This is too much… it was too much I was overwhelmed
with pain and depression. I wanted to be that virgin bride and never thought I’d
ever be “that girl” but here I was 18 degrading myself all because I was never
told “you are beautiful and you are worth something more”. That relationship
became strictly sexual. We had nothing to talk about and often we would have
sex then go about our day. When the summer ended after my 19th birthday
he left for school again and here came the devastation of my life. I had given
him myself every day for an entire summer and Friday he texts me I love you,
and I’ll miss you…ignores me all weekend and text me again Monday, I’m back in
school I want to be available and sleep around………imagine my devastation.
That moment crushed me immediately the thought of not being
worth more than a good time in bed filled my mind. This is all people think of
me as!! A good time!! So what did I do next? I hardened up and I became that
good time friend. I’m naturally very shy and quiet but I was determined to not
be her because she was weak and easily hurt, no I was going to be crude and
vulgar. I thought to myself I’m going to use my body to my advantage and let
others feel the pain I feel. I drank and I drank a lot, I smoked and I became
loud and obnoxious. Sex became a tool to numb what was really going on inside. My
actions brought upon some more violent moments but overall I was finding every
way to hide what was going on inside. I never thought I would be this girl. In fact
I judge these girls harshly in high school but I found myself worse than them. I was lost and these scars were self-inflicted.
That young man would come in and out of my life. When he wasn’t
getting the attention he wanted he would come back and when he was he would
break up with me. I ended up later living in the same town as him. I had fallen
into a deep pit where I was consumed with my sin. Thoughts often consumed my
mind “if I disappear no one would notice, if I died no one would care” I had
tied myself so much to this young man emotionally I couldn’t discern love from
lust. Even thought I was emotionally wounded from him he became an addiction.
Sex was an addiction to numb the pain I was really feeling. Shortly after my 20th
birthday party my aunt had died a traumatic death I was laying in front of my
bathroom sink and I thought to myself I have enough pills to kill me four time,
who would notice? No one. Who would care? No one, who loves me? No one….I was
convinced I should die I’ve screwed up my life and I can never get it back. That
night I cried myself to sleep and I had a dream, a dream I was very familiar
with except this time I was me watching the dream. I was lying on the floor and
I can hear someone calling my name. still in the very provocative dress I was wearing
the night before, mascara run down my face from all the crying I got up looked
at myself in the mirror and then lifelessly followed the voice out the door I walked
down a hall, not the one in my apartment but another hallway I was familiar
with. It was the hallway to the house behind the mall. It was the last house I lived
in as a child before my parents’ divorce. In that house I had a dream of who id
be when I grew up.
As I walked down the long hallway I walked into the bedroom I
once slept in and there I saw the little girl me. She was playing “missionary”
with her dolls and saying things like one day we will travel the world and
marry a handsome man. I was devastated and
ashamed I thought to myself she can’t see me. She would be heartbroken by who
she grew up to be. At that moment I woke up. I made the decision to go back
home. Still angry and hurt I eventually accepted an invitation to a Sunday night
service. I sat with my mom in the front row. I put on the less revealing outfit
I had that night but it was still pretty low and revealing. Standing in church I
felt out of place and maybe this was just not me. But sure enough worship
started and I couldn’t leave. I stood there with no movement I felt the
presence but I wasn’t going to be moved by it. I felt this tugging at my heart
but I wasn’t going to let him in. Finally the Pastors daughter put down her mic
stepped down from the stage wrapped her arms around me and cried. She whispered
in my ear “you are so beautiful and you will sing for the Lord again” I felt
the walls around my heart crumbling, how would she know that? How does she know
this about me? For the first time in my life I heard you are beautiful. Up until
that point not even my boyfriend who had said he loved me called me beautiful
all I had ever heard was “you look hot” but there is a difference ladies from
being told you’re beautiful and you’re hot.
After worship a guest pastor from Stockton came up to preach.
I knew him he was once part of a traveling team called radical reality. It was
2008 and I was about to make a choice I was always afraid to make. After his
message I walked up to that alter and gave my life back to the lord. All I could
say was I’m sorry. That pastor walked up to me hugged me and said “you are
beautiful and the Lord loves you very much he has a bigger plan for you then you’ve
ever dreamed”……later that night I sat and thought about what he said and I thought
about my dream. I thought about how in my dream I saw the beauty I grew up to
be and the man that would lead me and how strong he was. I remember the people
in front of us and how all I could do was worship the Lord. After that night pressure
from my boyfriend was stronger. I was spiritually torn with being emotionally tied
to him or leaving it all to pursue the Lord. I then decided to do things my way
knowing he would never want anything I had dreamed about I thought “I can
change him” ladies I’ll tell you right now… you can’t so don’t try…. You are
not called to be unequally yoked and your faith will not inspire him to love
God. My worry of never meeting that man in my dreams I desperately tried to
make my boyfriend him and April 2009 we got married. That wasn’t my brightest
moments. The marriage was worse than the dating relationship. I was trying to chase
the lord and he just wanted sex. We had no foundation and really nothing to
talk about. There was nothing really tying us together we were not one. He started
to resent church and later blamed church for our problems. Two years later and
two little boys later he asked for a divorce over a text message. The same way
it had all started to begin with….I can honestly say this time I wasn’t devastated.
In fact I felt released. Depression lifted and I felt maybe I’ll be able to at
least love God the way I liked to. Since the divorce I have not dated any
person and don’t plan to until the Lord brings that man of God into my life. I’ve
allowed healing and restoring in my life and truly know what it feels to be
loved by God. I’ve surrendered to him and know I want nothing but his perfect
will. I’ve had to learn my worth and beauty isn’t measured by what a man says
to me. I have yet to hear a man call me beautiful BUT that doesn’t mean I am
not. Even if I were to marry that man from my dream and if he were to never
call me beautiful I’d still find joy and worth in my God because he calls me
beautiful, his beloved. I am dear and full of grace. The Lord took this suicide
girl and made her a Woman of God. I know his timing is perfect and he will do
far more in my life then I’ve ever dreamed. My past is pretty wild but my
future is exquisite. I am not afraid of sex any more, I’ll be honest I used to
be. I feel I have to talk about that part of me because there are so many women
who find their worth in that. I understand and hold no judgment. I just want
you to know there is a man who wants to love you so much more intimately than
any man could, a man who created you and even died for you. He called you his
desire and delights in you.
There is no man who can love you like Jesus, but there is a
man who loves Jesus waiting to love you. Hold on just a little bit longer you
are worth it!! While you wait dive into your word and be transformed by the
Holy Spirit. Become the Woman of God you were always intended and allow the
Lord to give back to you that gentle sweet spirit the enemy has stolen. You
have Worth, You are beautiful!!
“You have stolen my Heart, My Sister
my Bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes” Songs of Songs
4:9