Wanna know how God sees the Family? Read this.

Y'all, see what you make of this. I have been going to the same church for 12 or 13 years now. It's a very, very loving church, with lots of spirit-filled people. (Lots of un-spirit-filled folks, too, but that's okay. We're a hospital, not a club). Anyway, in 1993, my husband and I went on a weekend retreat with several couples from our church. Half way through the second session, the guy conducting the retreat broke down and started weeping. He said, "There's a woman here who has been horribly abused - emotionally and physically. Oh my goodness, the Lord has broken my heart for this woman. He says he wants to love you. He wants to heal you. He wants to wash you clean from everything you endured over so many years." He just talked about everything she had been through and it was obvious he was very moved and broken by what the Lord was showing him. Well, we all looked at each other and no one said, "This is me." At dinner that night, we all just came to the conclusion that maybe he got his signals crossed and had seen someone who he was perhaps going to meet at the next retreat, but not this one. We all knew each other really well, and not one person in the room had had a background like that. I dismissed it. Then, driving home, I was thinking about it, and all of a sudden, this realization hit me, "HE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU." There was no way I would ever, ever have thought he was talking about me but something just impressed on me that it was me he was talking about. But I didn't feel wounded. I didn't feel wonderful but I certainly didn't feel wounded. I had put the family behind me. I felt like I got out of it relatively unscathed. I didn't have any bitterness. I thought I got off kind of light compared to what other people endured in the family. I didn't see myself at all the way that pastor described me. But that's how God saw me and you could have knocked me over with a feather. I was so embarrassed, I didn't even tell my husband about it right away. It took some getting used to. But that day in 1993, I realized that was how God sees the family. He weeps for people.