8.16.13 Donilee Found “Happy” in Happy Birthday!

   My mother was a fantastic cook, and every year when it was time to celebrate my birthday, she asked me what I wanted for my special birthday meal. My favorite was a tangy, lemon-pepper chicken with crispy skin and baked acorn squash with butter and brown sugar that spilled onto the plate. But my absolute favorite part of the meal was my birthday cake. My mother made the best chocolate sheath cake with pecans. It was always moist and straight out of the oven, a true melt-in-your-mouth experience. I loved it, but most of all, I loved being treated like a princess and feeling cherished on my birthday.

   Unfortunately, not everyone experienced happy birthdays as a child. Donilee didn’t. If you’ve followed previous posts, you know that Donilee grew up in an Old Order Amish family. The Amish upheld certain values that downplayed birthdays. They believed that celebrating them was a form of vanity and not considered godly. They also believed that spending money on gifts was wasteful. In Donilee’s house gifts were chosen for their use value. When her birthday arrived, her family did nothing to make it special. Furthermore, she had to share her birthday with her younger brother, Ronnie, who was born on August 16th, the same day as her. Ronnie received most of the attention.

 

Photo Courtesy of ©IStockphoto.com/JonathanLesage

Photo Courtesy of ©IStockphoto.com/JonathanLesage

   The August days were long, and Donilee’s whole family worked on the farm until dark before coming in for dinner. The typical celebration started after supper, which was often after 8:30. After supper, their parents brought out one birthday cake with both their names on it and gave a gift to each child. Donilee received a hair brush one year. Another year she got a linoleum rug for her bedroom.

   Donilee dreamed of a pair of jeans. If other girls in her classroom were allowed to wear jeans, why couldn’t she? Donilee was required to wear dark, shapeless dresses that her mother made for her. She hated them. They got in the way when she tried to climb fences and more so when she mounted a horse. Amish women were prohibited from showing their ankles, so mounting a horse modestly in a long dress was close to impossible. Donilee made it a mission to change that.

   Early one summer, prior to her twelfth birthday, she read through the Sears catalog, which she LOVED. It opened her eyes to everything imaginable: shovels, hoes, combines, nails, hinges, and other farm implements. It gave her a window to the world outside of the Amish community. Her favorite section of the catalog featured Jeans. She envied the girls who could wear pants, and she always felt that her brothers were lucky to get to wear jeans. She developed a plan to order a pair of jeans, saving her coins from candling and washing eggs.

   Donilee knew that when the new catalog arrived, the old one was relegated to the outhouse as toilet paper. She knew her parents wouldn’t miss an old order form, so she tore it out of the catalog and saved it. After carefully measuring herself for waist, length, and inseam, she addressed a big envelope from her grandfather’s desk and carefully enclosed her coins with the order form and mailed it. She was so excited! She was finally going to own jeans and be able to do the wonderful things the boys could do. She would be able to climb trees and ride the horses without worrying about showing her ankles. She felt powerful.

   Donilee sneaked down the long lane from her house trying not attract the attention of her family while she waited near the mailbox. She stood guard from behind a bush for two weeks because she couldn’t take the chance that someone else would discover her package. The special day arrived. The postman placed the package in the large mail box. As soon as he left, she ran to get her jeans, leaving the rest of the mail in the box. She ran up the lane as fast as she could and entered the large red barn behind the house. She went straight to the straw mound, her secret hiding place in the barn, and opened her package.

   There they were! Her shiny, dark blue jeans arrived, and she couldn’t wait to try them on. This was a new experience for her. She wasn’t expecting them to feel tight or to have to suck in her tummy to zip the fly, but she didn’t care. What mattered was that she had jeans. While she got accustomed to how they felt, a thought occurred to her. Where am I going to wear them? The answer came quickly. The horses wouldn’t know the difference.

   Donilee wore the jeans under her long skirt, hiding them. She rode horses every day in the far back field where no one could see her. After chores and supper were done, she would slip out to the barn, find her burlap bag containing her tightly rolled up jeans in the straw mound, and put them on under her skirt. She had set up hay bales in a line to practice barrel racing, going in and out between the bales in tight figure eights as fast as she could. Riding horses with her jeans gave her great pleasure throughout the summer. In order not to be caught, she avoided dismounting her horse close to the house. But one evening she wasn’t so careful. She was on her horse when she rode past her mother. Her jeans showed clearly against the top of her brogans in the stirrups.

   “Get off that horse now,” her mother directed. “What is it that you’re wearing, Donilee?”

   “Nothing, Ma’am,” Donilee replied. “I was just exercising the horse, Mother.”

   “Don’t ever lie to me, Donilee,” her mother said sternly. “Put that horse away and come into the house. And bring that garment with you. Your father must be told about this.” Her mother turned and stormed toward the house. Donilee returned the horse to the barn, took off her jeans, and entered the house.

   “Sit here, Donilee,” her mother said, pointing to a wooden stool in the corner. “You will wait until your father returns.” When her father finally arrived, her mother flew into him.

   “Your daughter has been wearing pants. Boys’ pants! Under her skirts. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this. I just don’t understand her queer ways. I think she is queer now with those jeans. I’ve tried to rear her right and show her how to dress and behave, yet she mocks me. What if someone saw her?! I can’t take any more of this.” Her mother ran out of breath and stood staring at her father. Her father approached Donilee and took the jeans and held them up.

   “What is this, Donilee? Where did you get these? Who gave them to you?” her father asked.

   “I bought them with my own money from the Sears catalog,” Donilee said, almost defiantly. While her father examined the jeans, she grew angry. “It’s not fair! My brothers get to wear pants. They can ride and climb and do their chores much easier than I can. Skirts get in the way. They are heavy and they get dirty…” She would have continued, but her father interrupted her.

   “Where were you hiding the jeans? When were you wearing them?” he asked angrily. Donilee told him everything.

   “I cannot stand this child any longer,” her mother began. “Her behavior is unacceptable. How can I hold up my head in public? What if the neighbors had seen her?”

   “It will be all right, LoisAnn. I will take care of it,” he said as he put his arm around her shoulders. “Donilee, go to your room.”

   Donilee tried to take her jeans as she left for her room, but her father grabbed them. A few minutes later, she heard her father’s footsteps as he neared her room. As soon as he walked in, he took off his belt. He grabbed her shoulder and held her tightly so she couldn’t move. “Whap!” She felt the sting of his belt across her back. He kept whaling away with the belt while tears streamed down her face. Donilee stayed strong on the inside. She didn’t want to give him the pleasure of making her cry. Finally it was over. Her father quietly put his belt on. “You are shunned,” he said.

   When August 16th arrived, four weeks later – the birthday she shared with her brother – the family ate together, but did not include Donilee in their conversation. When her mother brought out the birthday cake, Ronnie’s was the only name on it. She was crushed. No one spoke to her, nor did they give her a gift. She was non-existent to her family.

   Donilee’s intense pain has not lessened over the years. She hated birthday cake from that day forward. She was so hurt by her family that she has refused to celebrate her birthday with cake for the last 50 years – until this year.

   Donilee became a Christian on April 7th, which is when she chose to be adopted and join the family of God. She has experienced His love and acceptance like she’s never experienced before. God has been transforming her heart and has helped her to be more open about her story. She now shares her past without feeling shame. Instead, she experiences healing because she is surrounded by her loving Christian family who pours out their love for her.

   Today is Donilee’s birthday. Upon her request, she is letting me celebrate with her favorite birthday cake, a chocolate mayonnaise cake! She agreed to let me take her to lunch and bring her the birthday cake. She didn’t know I was planning a surprise birthday party with the women from our Sunday School class.

   Twenty three ladies showed up for Donilee’s surprise birthday party. We wanted her to experience an outpouring of our love for her within her new family of God. We wanted her to know what it was like to be treated like a princess. We prayed that the Holy Spirit would prepare her heart for all of the love she was going to receive because we knew it might overwhelm her. She has never asked for attention, so we prayed that the Lord would help her to receive our love and affection for her. After all, she is our sister! We committed to create a happy memory with her favorite cake with people who love, respect, and adore her on her first birthday as a Christian. We desire to be the healthy family she’s always wanted. Praise God that He has brought healing in her heart to be open to this! Donilee found the “Happy” in Happy Birthday: 

Donilee's Chocolate Mayonnaise Cake

Donilee’s Chocolate Mayonnaise Cake

 

From the Rinehart family to the ROYAL family

From the Rinehart family to the ROYAL family

 Happy Birthday, Donilee! You are LOVED, Sister!

This post was written with the permission and blessing of Donilee.

Blessings,

Lee Ann

8.5.13 Overcoming the Ultimate Rejection: Donilee’s Story

   Many of you read my June posts in which I shared the high points of Donilee’s story ending with her acceptance of Christ. Since I wrote my last post, Donilee has shared more of her story, which I am in turn sharing here. I want you to appreciate the significance of her adoption by our perfect Father in heaven. All she ever wanted was her family’s acceptance, and all she ever received was their rejection. Having asked to be adopted as His child and then receiving His unconditional love and acceptance was monumental.  

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Photo Courtesy of ©IStockphoto.com/annedehaas

   Donilee grew up on a farm in an Old Order Amish family. She learned quickly to not question the Amish rules. When she asked her parents why they lived a certain way, they considered it an insult and shunned her, thinking that she would repent. But she didn’t know what it meant to repent, so her parents didn’t see any change in her thinking. When she observed people driving cars, she asked whether they were “riding buggies on purpose.” Her parents told her to stop asking questions. 

   Donilee recognized her family was mentally ill. After enduring sexual abuse, verbal abuse, physical abuse, and emotional abuse, her deepest desire was to leave both the farm and Indiana. She accomplished this at age 17 with the help of her grandmother who helped her enlist in the Navy. Donilee left behind her parents, two younger brothers, and her sister, Melissa, who was fourteen years younger than her. She never wanted to see them again, even though she still longed for their acceptance. 

   Donilee spent the next fifteen years in South Carolina finishing her college education and teaching school without allowing anyone in her family to know where she lived. She chose to live without a phone so her family couldn’t reach her. She was afraid of them. She thought they might try to find her and hurt her in some way. One day the State Police knocked on her door.  

   “You have to return home,” the police said after she opened the door.

   “Home?? Where is home?” Donilee asked incredulously.

   “There has been a death in your family. Your family needs you to come home for the funeral,” they answered.

   The State Trooper couldn’t tell her who died, but Donilee assumed it was her ailing mother. Donilee was perplexed by her family’s desire to notify her. After fifteen years of no contact, why would her family, who rejected her, work so hard to find her? 

   Donilee packed her bags and headed to Indiana for the funeral. When she arrived at her parents’ home, she found them surrounded by extended family members. Her parents didn’t recognize her. Donilee felt embarrassed because she knew many of the family members in the room, but they had no idea who she was. Awkwardness filled the room. Francis, a family friend, broke the silence.

   “LoisAnn, isn’t that your daughter Donilee?” Francis asked.

   “Really? Is that her?” her Mother responded.

   LoisAnn looked puzzled and dismayed. She didn’t attempt to stand up or to greet her. Instead, she stared at Donilee and went back to her conversation. Donilee realized for the first time that she didn’t exist to her family anymore.

   Donilee left the house and went across the field to stay with her grandmother, Margaret, who shared the news that Melissa had died in a car accident. 

   “Where did the accident happen?” Donilee asked.

   “Melissa’s town friend was driving too fast on a back gravel road. She got to the “S” curve in front of the farmhouse with the two large trees and lost control,” Margaret said, pointing to the spot. “The car didn’t have seatbelts, so when she hit the tree, she flew into it head first. Her long hair is still caught in the bark of the tree. I need your help in removing it.”

   Donilee did the morbid task that Margaret asked her to do. While she was removing the hair from the bark, it occurred to her that Melissa was like her, sneaking out to meet her town friends behind her parents’ back. She had milking chores to do and had to be back at the farm by 3:30, or she would have been in trouble. She was probably running late when the accident occurred. Donilee finished her task, setting Melissa’s hair on a napkin, leaving Margaret to decide whether or not to preserve it.

   Donilee returned to her parents’ house the next morning. Her parents called her into the kitchen. Melissa’s death triggered a review of the family trust. When Melissa died, her portion of the trust could be distributed to the parents. Because Donilee was listed in the trust and her parents wanted her out of it, they requested her signature to remove her. Donilee now understood the real reason her parents sent the state police after her. Her parents believed that Donilee didn’t deserve her share. Donilee could not say no to her parents. She believed if she signed these papers, they would finally accept her. So she did. She was willing to do anything to gain their acceptance. 

   Melissa’s burial service was later that day. Many family members and friends gathered at the farm with food to share. Donilee watched her mother in the throes of grief as she wept and wailed uncontrollably. She heard her mother cry repeatedly, “It shouldn’t have been Melissa.” Donilee’s grief was different. She didn’t understand how her mother could miss her sister so much, considering how little her mother cared for her. 

   It was time to head out for the burial service. The burial site was on the church property close to their house. As family members walked up the hill from the farm to bury Melissa, Donilee overheard two cousins trying to identify her.

   “Who is she?” the first one quietly asked.

   “That’s Melissa’s sister – the other sister,” whispered the second cousin.

   “What sister??” 

   “That’s the older sister.” 

   “I didn’t know there was an older sister.” 

   Donilee felt deep sadness. She realized that no one thought or talked about her among her family. No one cared about her. They “buried” her a long time ago, treating her as if she were dead. Donilee felt like she had stepped into a timeframe where she didn’t belong.

   After the burial service, the family gathered for supper. Her mother stood beside Donilee and reached out to touch Donilee’s arm. Donilee knew there was something behind this gesture because this was the first time her mother had ever attempted to touch her, other than to beat her in the middle of the night.

   “Donilee, why don’t you come back and take your sister’s place?” suggested her mother. “You can have her room and her clothes,” she offered.

   Donilee was stunned. The only way to be accepted in the family was to take Melissa’s place. She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t. She had a lump in her throat that prevented her from responding. She felt nauseated having learned from Margaret the previous night that Melissa was having an incestuous love affair with her father. “Taking her place” meant more than taking care of her parents. Of course, her mother thought she was giving Donilee the gift of acceptance and a wonderful opportunity to come home. Donilee heard it as a sentence to the past.

   Donilee’s knot in her throat remained. She was afraid. If she said “no,” they might get violent. Her parents left the kitchen to a room nearby while the question lingered unanswered. Donilee went to get a glass of water, but while doing so, she overheard her mother, “Why couldn’t it have been Donilee?” her mother said. Donilee could not believe what she heard! This was the ultimate rejection. She was emotionally reeling, but the picture was clear. The only way she would be accepted in her family was to agree to be a surrogate. She would have to become Melissa and lose herself to gain a family who spent years shunning her. That was a heavy price to pay for a disloyal family who didn’t love her. Donilee had no desire to go back to a father who abused her. How could she? Donilee knew it was time to pack her bags and return home. She was never going to be accepted there.

   How did Donilee overcome ongoing rejection from her family? “I will do for you what you can’t do for yourself,” God told her in a dream. “You are a new person. Let go of your past and start your life tonight. I will be there for you,” God assured her. Donilee knew that this was her second chance to have a better life. God told her not to mess it up because in His family, she could be happy, joyous, and free.

   Donilee’s encounter with God and her decision for Christ have changed her life forever. She had spent 21 years searching for God in AA, which she described as looking for God in all the wrong places. It took her a long time to discover that God loved her in ways she didn’t know she could be loved. When Donilee experienced God’s love and care, she learned how to love herself. She said, “Before I knew Christ, I felt dead on the inside. Feeling alive is one of the greatest gifts God has given me.” For the first time, she knows she is a precious child of her Father. Her Father cherishes her. Her Father adores her. Her Father takes care of her. Her Father never leaves her. Her Father protects her. Her Father provides for her. I couldn’t be happier for Donilee!

   Donilee overcame the pain of rejection by trusting God’s unconditional love and acceptance. If you’re scarred by rejection, there is hope. Donilee’s story in overcoming rejection can be your story. How do you begin? Trust God at His word. Psalm 34:18 says, “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” Reach out to God by telling Him what’s on your heart and how you need Him. He is listening to every word. You have a heavenly Father who adores you. He deeply loves you. You are a beautiful creation who was made in His image. Your heavenly Father is the safest relationship you will have for eternity. Proverbs 8:17 says, “I love those who love me, and those who seek me find me.” Proverbs 8:35 says, “For whoever finds me finds life and receives favor from the Lord.” Trust Him at His word!

   I am asking all readers to pray that the Spirit will help someone you know who has been emotionally wounded by rejection to seek the Lord and discover His unconditional love and acceptance for them. In the meantime, please know that Donilee experiences healing when she tells her story and learns that people are touched by it. She reads our encouraging comments, which is our grace gift to her.

This post was written with the permission and blessing of Donilee.

Blessings,

Lee Ann

 

 

 

6.22.13 Have You Chosen Your Eternal Family?

God chooses our earthly family, but we get to choose our spiritual family. Our earthly family is a temporary placement, while our spiritual family is for eternity. Most of us were born into loving families, but not everyone.

My friend, Donilee, was born into an Old Order Amish community that emphasized strict obedience in their children. Their forms of discipline were often harsh and at times abusive. The Amish stress responsibility and obligation for “the correct nurture” of their children, but what Donilee discovered translated to “strict conformity” to the Amish lifestyle.

Her parents punished her in a variety ways to bring her into submission. She endured belts, sticks, and slapping. Her mother claimed that she could beat her so the welts wouldn’t show. Donilee often went without food, clean clothes, and baths. Many nights she was exiled to the barn. When she was allowed in the house, her mother would lock her in her room for days. Then in the middle of the night, her mother would come into her room beat her and dare her to try to get out of bed.

Physical beatings and denial of food and water were only a part of the picture. Instead of nurturing and caring for her emotionally and spiritually, her parents shunned her. Social exclusion, a common practice in the Amish culture, was used to both punish the wayward and force them to repent in order to regain full stature in the community. Her younger brothers were instructed not to talk to her. They were told that if Donilee spoke to them, they were not to respond. Donilee’s alienation was exacerbated by her mother’s schizophrenia.

Her father wasn’t mentally well either. He sexually molested her. This was so traumatic that she avoided being in the house as much as possible. She found safety milking cows (they were dairy farmers), taking care of the horses in the barn and riding them, and doing whatever outside work needed to be done to avoid coming inside. She knew her father was waiting for her. When she was 10, her father sent her to live with her maternal grandmother, who lived on the farm, but across the gravel road. Donilee stayed there for three years and did all of the cooking, cleaning, laundry, and any outdoor work. At 13 she was sent to her paternal grandmother’s home to live, which was also on the same farm, but just down the dirt road.

By the time she was 15, she was desperate to get off the farm. She did whatever it took to get away. Her main goal was to buy a car. She found a job at a local restaurant as a car hop and worked her way up to a head waitress job. She worked 40 hours a week while going to high school and alternating her living arrangements as need be. She rented a room at a boarding house for $7 a week when they were available. Otherwise, she stayed at her grandmother’s house.

While attending school and working, she searched for inner peace in the Catholic Church. She went to Catechism, and when she had questions, she went to the priest, who sat inappropriately close to her with his arm around her. She thought the Father was too friendly and found him to be “creepy.” Her experience reinforced her belief that “Fathers” weren’t safe.

Donilee knew she needed a college education to get off the farm. Her first option was to attend a Catholic college in Indianapolis, which would prepare her to become a teaching nun. Her grandmother was so repulsed by this idea that she told Donilee she would no longer be welcomed to live with her if she did. The second option was the Navy because part of her education would be covered through the GI Bill. Her grandmother wasn’t fond of that choice either, but she chose to support Donilee anyway.

In order to enlist as a minor, Donilee needed her father’s signature, which he refused to give. Her parents believed her place in life was on the farm serving the family. In addition, the Amish have a core belief of pacifism, so joining the Navy was a breach of their teaching. However, her grandmother stepped up and told Donilee’s father that if he wanted to inherit the farmland, “you will sign her papers.” Money talked, and with signed papers in hand, Donilee was off the farm and into the Navy.

The Navy was supposed to be her place of refuge. She thought she was escaping sexual abuse in her home, but she was beaten and raped by a sailor. Donilee reported this to the military authority, but this sailor was merely reprimanded. He told his peers what she had done, so everytime she had to walk between hangars to take papers to another building, she was jeered by 300 men. She said, “I felt like I was being raped by 300 men!” Her new motivation was to get discharged from the Navy and take advantage of the GI Bill. She knew at a young age if she worked hard enough and became successful, she would earn the acceptance she craved.

After being discharged from the Navy after only three years of service, she enrolled at the University of South Carolina and graduated with a double major in Accounting and Computer Programming. Her love for learning and her desire to succeed led her to the University of Houston where she earned her Masters in Instructional Technology and a Masters in Business Education. But the deep pain of her past followed her. On the outside Donilee appeared to be doing well, but she was sick on the inside. The emotional pain was so great she treated herself with drugs and alcohol. She was often in bars drinking, and when she saw the Father from her church drinking and chasing women, she concluded, “Fathers – they were just liars. There is nothing truthful about Fathers.” She had an earthly father who was unsafe and a spiritual leader called “Father” who was untrustworthy. The word “Father” sickened her.

She continued dealing with her past by pouring herself into her work by day, and deadening her pain with drugs and alcohol by night. She was successful at any job she did, whether it was in the Navy, whether she was a school administrator, or whether she was a teacher to at-risk high school kids. As long as she was experiencing success, she found a way to stuff her suffering without letting it interfere with work.

But there was only so much “stuffing” she could do. Her addiction to drugs and alcohol masked her troubles, but the pain never left. In 2007 she attempted suicide. Fortunately, she was not successful. She was admitted to the V.A. facility in Waco to detox and get therapy. She spent three and a half months in a substance abuse recovery program followed by another three months in their Military Sexual Trauma program.

God revealed Himself to Donilee through a dream while she was in recovery. She heard God say, “I will put people in your life to help you. I will do for you what you can’t do for yourself.” God gave her hope in this encounter. She knew she was going to make it with the help of other people God would put in her life.

Once she was discharged from the facility, she knew that God had given her a second chance. She believed she had “ten good years left,” and she wanted to make the most of it. But trying to find God again was complicated. She didn’t have a healthy concept of God because she never knew a loving earthly father. In fact, she couldn’t embrace that God loved her. She could see that God loved others, but she questioned if God loved her.

These last six years Donilee immersed herself into several bible studies with the ultimate goal of discovering God through Jesus. She was gaining bible knowledge, but she still had many questions about Christianity that she needed to resolve. Donilee and I entered into a mentoring relationship to answer her questions. (I invite you to read my previous post Do You Want to Reach More People for Christ? to appreciate that part of her journey.) We spent time together with our prayer journals to facilitate her direct connection to Jesus. Donilee had nine prayer requests she humbly submitted to Jesus, and in one week, all nine were answered. But there was one prayer request He answered that was instrumental in reaching her for Christ.

When I invited her to tell Jesus what was really on her heart, this is what she asked of Him: “Help me overcome my negative reaction to the idea of “father.” The bible often describes God as our Father, and that was a significant barrier for Donilee. She assumed that God the Father wouldn’t love her because her earthly father didn’t love her. She didn’t feel worthy of His love. I wasn’t sure how quickly God would respond to her prayer request, but I was confident that God knew how important this prayer was for her.

God blessed Donilee with strong Christian friends who showed her unconditional love for many years. Joyce is one of her closest friends who used to teach in a Christian school. Joyce helped put on a Christian musical at the school called “Down by the Creek Bank.” One of the songs in this musical is “I Am Adopted.” While Joyce and Donilee were driving home after our Sunday School class, the Holy Spirit prompted Joyce to ask Donilee a question.

“Donilee, did you ever want to be adopted by a family who would love you for who you are?” Joyce asked.

“All of the time! I thought for years I was in the wrong family. I would have given anything to be adopted by another family.” Donilee answered.

“How about letting your heavenly Father adopt you so He can be your Father?” Joyce asked.

“I’ll definitely think about that.” Donilee said.

Joyce knew the idea of being adopted to a new family by a perfect Father in heaven had a powerful effect on Donilee because she was pensive the rest of the ride home. The spirit prompted Joyce again. This time she felt led to break the silence and sing a part of “I Am Adopted” from the musical:

“I am adopted, I’m a special kid, you see.

I’m proud to be a member of a royal family.

My Father has a kingdom, He sits upon His throne.

He gives me everything I need because I am His own!”

[Chorus: I’m adopted. I’m chosen. I bear my Father’s name.

Just livin’ a life of luxury in the castle with the King.]

There’s room in His big kingdom for a million kids like me.

He loves the little children. We’re welcome as can be.

So come on up to my Father’s House and join our family.”

     Joyce had no idea that Donilee had prayed for a positive connection to the word “father,” but Donilee knew that God delivered exactly the answer she needed through Joyce.

When Donilee embraced that God chose her earthly family, but she could choose her eternal family through His son, Jesus, she was all in. She read John 1:12 with fresh eyes, “Yet to all who did receive Him (Jesus), to those who believed in His name, he gave the right to become children of God.” God revealed Himself as the loving Father she always wanted. She’s adopted. She’s chosen. She bears her Father’s name. Praise the Lord!

     Have you chosen your eternal family? If not, I invite you to be adopted by your perfect Father in heaven who has “room in His big kingdom for a special kid like you.”

Note: This post was written with the permission and blessing of Donilee.

Blessings,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                Lee Ann

P.S. (If you would like to listen to an excerpt of this catchy song, here is the link: “I Am Adopted”  and then click the Audio Sample for “I am Adopted.” Be prepared to have this fun ditty stuck in your head the rest of the day.)

6.8.13 Do You Want to Reach More People for Christ?

If I suggested that Christians might be missing a key component to help lead people to Christ, would you tune in? I discovered a powerful avenue to lead people to Jesus. In fact, it is so painfully obvious that I can’t believe I’ve missed it over the years, but I’m not about to let you miss it!

Donilee is a dear friend of mine who attends my Sunday School Class. She is intelligent, engaging, humorous, and authentic. Once you meet her, you love her. Our connection was immediate. While she enjoyed my interactive bible studies, I enjoyed her honest questions and insights. I could tell by her questions she was seeking a belief system, and she was open to Christianity because Christians, “seem to be nice people.” She asked me if I would be willing to meet outside of class to explore Christianity, and I readily agreed.

We have been meeting for over a year, processing her questions over lunch at Luby’s. At a recent lunch, Donilee expressed frustration. She couldn’t understand why “it was so hard to find Jesus.” After all, she had been participating in two bible studies a week for the last six years and my Sunday school class for the last two years. She didn’t lack Bible knowledge, yet she was still an unbeliever. Her questions were more aggressive than usual.

“Why did God kill so many people in the Old Testament, yet one of his Ten Commandments is ‘Thou shall not kill?’”

I felt uncomfortable because I thought she was painting God as a harsh, wrathful, and unloving God.

“Donilee, if you read the Old Testament closely,” I said, “you’ll see that the majority of times when God killed a group of people, it was after He had given them warnings to repent of their wicked ways. God was dealing with stubborn people who wouldn’t do what He said. When He invited them to repent, they chose not to. So God, who is holy and just, delivered the consequences.”

“Why did God ‘command’ Samson to kill the Philistines?” Donilee pressed.

“I need to go back and re-read that story because something doesn’t feel right with the question.” I was feeling even more unsettled. “I don’t recall that God ‘commanded’ Samson to kill the Philistines. I’ll have to get back with you.”

Donilee had a few more questions that attempted to stain God’s reputation as a loving God. By the end of lunch I was frustrated. I took this conversation as a major setback. I had invested time with Donilee for a year, and we had made no progress. I thought maybe our time together had run its course. Donilee’s last question suggested that she was coming to the same conclusion.

“Are you still willing to meet with me for lunch?” She chuckled nervously. She seemed genuinely uncertain that I would continue our weekly lunches. Though she was trying to be light-hearted, I was irritated. But that last question and her nervous laughter gave me a crystallized picture of what was happening. I realized that the enemy was using Donilee to taunt me, though she was unaware of it. The enemy wanted me to walk away from Donilee in my frustration. I should have recognized this sooner during our lunch. I have observed a pattern with Donilee over the last year. The closer she drew to Jesus, the greater the enemy worked to create confusion and doubt about God’s love for her. We said our goodbyes, and as I was driving back to the office, I knew something had to change. Something in the way we were spending our time together wasn’t working.

I was determined not to give up on her, but I also needed to protect myself from misrepresenting God in any way. I prayed for God’s help, and He brought to mind the book of Job to help set boundaries with her. I wrote her an email with the biblical support for how I would deal with her questions going forward. The key ideas were as follows:

  • “I am not God, so I can’t tell you what He was thinking when He decided to do x, unless it is explicitly stated in Scripture.”
  • “Per Job 38-41, we are not the ones who get to ask the questions! God will ask the questions, unless you can say you hung the stars, created the universe, etc. He told Job to ‘Brace yourself like a man. I will question you, and you will answer me.’” (Job 38:3)
  • “I am not willing to make the mistake Job and his friends made. God says in Job 40:4, ‘I am angry with you and your two friends, because you have not spoken of me what is right.’”
  • “Any bible questions need to have a specific Scripture reference to make sure God’s word is not being misstated or taken out of context.”

Finally, I asked her to start meeting with me in a more private setting.

“Donilee, I want to introduce you to Jesus.” I said, “I want you to experience a personal relationship with Him. I want to help you pray to Jesus what is on your heart. He wants you to seek Him with all your heart, and you have been seeking Him with your head. What this means is that you will pray out loud, and I will follow by praying in agreement with you. It won’t be Lee Ann praying “for” Donilee. My goal is to facilitate your direct connection with Jesus.” I suggested we start a prayer journal to record her prayer requests and start recording God’s answers.

This was a huge ask. She admitted that praying directly to Jesus caused her fear and anxiety. And she knew that our mentoring relationship was either going to move forward in a new way or stall out. Donilee rounded up every ounce of courage she had and showed up at my office. With our prayer journals in hand, we started recording where she needed God’s help in her life. She had nine major prayer requests to present to Jesus. I asked her to be herself and to talk to Him like she talks to me. I was thrilled that right then and there she did it! She prayed several sentences for each prayer request with a humble and transparent heart before God. I followed her lead and prayed in agreement for each request she made.

Before we parted ways, I asked her how she felt.

“I feel calm,” she said. “I haven’t felt this calm in years.” I was ecstatic.

“Donilee, you are in the presence of Jesus. He is here. He is the Prince of Peace. You are experiencing what the Bible describes as ‘peace that surpasses all human understanding that guards our hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.’” I knew this was real because earlier, when she first arrived at my office, her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

“I hope I still feel this when I leave,” she said when it was time to go. I told her I would pray to that end. I also encouraged her to be patient as God will answer her prayers in His way and in His perfect time. I didn’t want her to be discouraged or disillusioned in any way.

The following week was a spiritual adrenalin rush for both of us. Donilee alternated between texts and emails almost daily expressing her amazement about how calm she felt. It was a new reality for her, so I kept thanking God for making His peaceful presence known to her. I was excited for Donilee because God delivered on His promise that those who seek Him will find Him.

Donilee was bubbling over with excitement at our next meeting. Not only was she feeling His peace, but God answered a couple of her prayers! What she didn’t realize until we opened our prayer journals was that God had answered all nine of her prayers! God showed up in such a powerful and compelling way that Donilee knew there was no turning back. She experienced the personal connection with God she had always wanted. God heard her prayers, and He answered them. We spent our second prayer meeting thanking God for answering her prayers. We could only marvel at the grace and mercy He was showing her.

A few days after our second prayer meeting, Donilee sent me an email. She was ready to become a member of what she called “the Jesus Club.” Donilee decided to include her two closest friends who shared Jesus with her for many years. The four of us gathered the hour before our Sunday School class began. She was ready to be a Christ follower. In her prayer to God she admitted she was a sinner in need of God’s forgiveness. She acknowledged that Jesus was the Son of God who died on the cross to pay the penalty of her sins. She declared Jesus as her Lord and Savior. She asked Jesus to help her follow Him with the help of the Holy Spirit. On Sunday, April 7, 2013, at 10:00am, she became a member of the “Jesus Club.” Let me introduce you to my dear friend and new sister in Christ, Donilee Rinehart:

4.7.13 Donilee.Lee Ann

     I have been a Christian for 42 years, and it never occurred to me to create a safe place for a lost person to talk directly to Jesus. I have prayed over lost people in their presence. I continue to pray for lost persons as part of my prayer life. I have talked to lost people about Jesus. I have led people to Jesus because they were ready. I have pointed people to His Word. I have taught God’s word to help unbelievers discover Jesus. I have trained Christians to share their faith. How the Spirit led me was not in any of the training materials. Now I am wondering how many others you and I could have introduced to Christ had we thought of this years ago.

Donilee and I are enjoying a new level of friendship as sisters in Christ. She’s ready to grow as a new believer. We are filling up our prayer journals and marveling at how God is already at work in her heart. She is excited about serving God. We ask God to show her where He needs her, and He is faithful to answer. She has discovered the power of prayer and how the Holy Spirit moves in those whose hearts are open to Him.

There is more to this story. I look forward to sharing in my next post one of Donilee’s answered prayers, which was instrumental in helping Donilee make her decision for Christ.

     If God has placed individuals in your life who are genuinely seeking Christ, would you consider creating a safe place for them to pray directly to Jesus? If you have already discovered this avenue of leading people to Christ, please share your story!

Note: This post is being written with the permission and blessing of Donilee Rinehart.

Blessings,                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Lee Ann