White as Snow: Conquering Sexual Abuse and Adultery Through Christ
By Shelly Blank
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White as Snow. Can a person truly experience freedom from the guilt and shame left in the wake of sexual abuse and adultery? Can women and men alike be free to talk about these topics without the need to hide or cover up the truth? Can we come to grips with the definition of a wolf as Jesus defined it? White as Snow: Recovering from Sexual Abuse and Adultery is a relevant, open, and honest look at the effects of abuse from both perspectives of the abused and abuser, and how it is possible that God redeems and offers freedom to both. Women who have been sexually abused and/or have committed adultery desperately need to hear from other women who have not only survived these circumstances but experienced miraculous healing. Here is a woman who understands. This book provides an open door for small-group discussion and healing through fellowship with other survivors.
Shelly Blank
Shelly Clearman Blank is a graduate of the University of Idaho, and earned her master’s degree there as a Wright Fellow in the field of curriculum and instruction. She is also a national board-certified teacher in early childhood literacy. Additionally, she has led adult and young women’s small-group Bible studies. She and her husband have been trained in and lead small groups in various marriage mentoring capacities. The book ties directly to national statistics but also to her personal experiences as a sexually abused child, teenager, and the aftershock results of unhealed abuse in her adult life which led to an adulterous relationship during the course of her twenty-two-year marriage. These scenarios are all too common, yet left highly undisclosed. Shelly believes it is time to unlock the doors on this common struggle and open hearts to the love and freedom in Christ, who longs to heal the wounds left long after the relationships are over. Shelly is a native of Montana and resides in Idaho with her husband and children. She continues to teach, write, and lead women's study groups.
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White as Snow - Shelly Blank
Contents
Acknowledgments
Introduction
Wolf #1
Wolf #2
WOLF #3
WOLF #4
CHASING THE DREAM
AN UNSEEN PREDATOR
WOLF #5
RUNNING AWAY
Strategy—The Big Fix
Counseling
Escape
Wild Kingdom
Surrender
Freedom
Daily Verses for Life
The Spirit of the Sovereign LORD is on me, because the LORD has anointed me to proclaim good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the LORD’s favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion—to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, for a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor
(Isaiah 61:1-3, NIV).
Acknowledgments
For my husband, Russ, who would like me to put my words on the page: To help even one woman would be worth it.
Thank you for the everlasting perseverance—that of Atretes! For Janet, my faithful, loyal friend who listened beyond human capabilities and loved and served like Jesus: thanks for being my reality check. For Vicky and Paula, who sat in the rocking chair on my front porch and served, listened, cried, and encouraged: I wouldn’t have made it without all of you.
And for my Creator, my healer, my Savior: Whom have I in heaven but You? And besides You, I desire nothing on earth. My flesh and my heart may fail, But God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever… But as for me, the nearness of God is my good; I have made the Lord God my refuge
(Psalm 73:25-26, 28a, NASB).
Introduction
I once was given seven minutes to write down the names of all the villains, heroes, turning points, and successes in my life—each on a sticky note. Next I had to put them in chronological order. Finally, I had to analyze them, looking for any lies that might have taken root from those events and people during the course of my life—lies
meaning anything that is not a biblical truth. This group exercise was designed to help develop a biblical worldview, as opposed to one that merely filters all life experiences through a secular worldview—the world’s viewpoint. It was a powerful exercise.
I found myself focusing on mainly the villains in my life—wolves, as I have come to call them. I had plenty of painful experiences listed as well. After analyzing them, we were asked to share one lie with our group. I didn’t want to share the really dark, painful stuff in such a public format, so I shared something I felt was pretty generic: when I was thirteen, my family was asked to leave our church. It was actually a profound event in my life, leaving me feeling I’d never really measure up to the expectations of good Christians. I understood and knew that this belief was a lie, but I realized that in my heart, I actually still believed it. I also began to realize that this, such a fundamental fracture in my sense of truth, was only the tip of the iceberg. I was actually carrying around quite a collection of lies I’d accumulated throughout my life—many of which had taken deep roots. To really find them, I had to start at the beginning, and I had to finally come to terms with the wolves in my life.
* * *
When I look at pictures of myself as a little girl, I see a smiling, blonde, pudgy-cheeked little angel. It’s funny how I grew up feeling the opposite. I wonder how a person can look one way on the outside and feel moldy on the inside. Brown eyes, big grin, dimples on my little girl hands—and whenever I compared myself, no matter where I went, I felt somehow less than the freckled, fair-haired children I stood next to.
This is my story of hope and healing. In order to understand my recovery, though, first you have to know how it all began—where I came from and how I got myself in so deep. In my story, perhaps you’ll find a bit of your own.
If you are a Christian, you may find this book to be very comforting. I hope it communicates a message of freedom.
If you are not a Christian, you may think I am letting all the wolves out there off the hook. What I am hoping you find is that I am. Read on.
Look I am sending you out as sheep among wolves. Be wary as snakes and harmless as doves
(Matthew 10:16, NLT).
Wolf #1
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb… How precious to me are our thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand
(Psalm 139:13, 17-18a, NIV).
In many ways, my life started out very normally—whatever that is. I did a lot of happy little kid things and had a lot of good people in my life. Being a Montana girl, I lived in a safe
neighborhood where I had a lot of freedom to roam. My best pal, Janet, lived next door. We took full advantage of that freedom, curiously exploring the nooks and crannies of our neighborhood every chance we had. We did a lot of investigating, and when we couldn’t find anything good, we made stuff up.
Janet had big brown eyes; pale, perfect skin; full cheeks; and short, dark brown hair. She was adorable and painfully quiet, but the kind of kid you’d want to pick up and squeeze and tickle. I was her blonde sidekick; I had dimples and brown eyes and was the more outgoing of the two. We were each the youngest in our families, so we were used to either a lot of attention or none at all as everyone got busy doing the things older people do.
Some of the adults on our block seemed fascinated by the two of us and were instantly friendly. Some neighbors ignored us or shooed us out of their backyards, while others welcomed the curious explorers. We eventually gained quite the reputation for snooping and for carrying out our various antics.
We became friends with an older couple down the street, Mr. and Mrs. Doves, when we were preschoolers. We visited them often. Actually, we just thought their house was intriguing. We were curious to see inside. They also had a beautiful teenaged daughter whom we admired and likened to a modern-day princess. Their home was much different than each of ours, as they only had one child. It was quiet, immaculate, and each of them was very patient with us as we shared our stories and asked all sorts of questions about their home and family. They tolerated us well.
There were other areas we explored as well. It always seemed we had a vast expanse of territory to roam and concoct our imaginary world in. In actuality, however, we had only four blocks. We ruled our little kingdom, though. Our school, Bitterroot Elementary, was just around the corner from our houses, which enabled us to identify every square inch of that building from the outside. We knew every neighbor, their children, and most pets between us and our school. Walking to school each day, we passed two ferocious beastlike dogs who nearly always tried to attack us from behind their tall wooden fence. We never actually saw them, but we knew they were gigantic, slobbering monsters with huge fangs. We walked faster as we went by the white fence, hoping this would not be the day they actually broke through the old slats.
We also explored Pumpkin Creek, which ran past the end of our street. For a year, we had another friend, Mari, who lived right next to the creek. Mari was from Finland. She was very different from us. She had no television, her toys were different than our typical fare of dolls and small cars, and her house smelled different. She even ate different kinds of food. She also had a younger brother.
We were at a loss for several months as to how to communicate with her, as she did not speak much English. We, being from rural Montana, obviously did not speak Finnish. Gradually, however, we learned to communicate well enough and developed a relationship. Mari soon joined us in our adventures. The three of us often traveled up and down the creek bed, trying to catch water skippers and trying to stay in or out of the mud, depending on our moods.
One year the creek flooded. Our whole neighborhood had to work together to sandbag around houses and the street. It was a crisis that brought people out of their homes even more than usual. I was a quirky kid who liked the energy of the near disaster and the togetherness that resulted from all of the grown-ups united, working for a common cause. Mari’s family actually got to know a lot of people during that time.
We had to go past the creek to get to the public pool—the happening place during the summer months. At twenty-five cents a visit, we went often and swam until our feet looked like white raisins. When it was time to leave, I’d be so hungry my insides would ache. The three-block trek home seemed to take forever. Occasionally, one of our other friends might share a single pretzel from a bag she purchased at the vending machine. That nibble just made my hunger pangs worse. I remember resenting her as I watched her eat the rest of the bag herself.
All kinds of things happened at the public pool. On a pretty regular basis, the pool had to be emptied for the token brown substance found at the bottom of the shallow end. Sometimes it was a chocolate bar, and unfortunately, sometimes it wasn’t. Once I was held under by an older boy until I began to see stars. That had a lasting effect. After all my mom and dad spent on swimming lessons, I still cannot swim the crawl for fear of putting my face in the water. I remember when a girl slipped off the top of the high dive and landed on the pavement. Although I was there, I never really found out what happened to her. Rumor had it, she died. A lot of my life was lived out and defined at that pool, but I had other hangouts, too.
There was a giant weeping willow in Janet’s front yard. Its branches were so strong and flexible that we could stand on them, bouncing from the top of the tree to the ground. We played in it for hours at a time, transforming it with our imaginations into a giant ship or a house. Inside the branches of that tree we felt completely invisible, sheltered from the rest of the world—maybe even safe.
Janet and I investigated all items of interest in our territory, and we were sure that was exactly why the neighbors on our street kept their front yards clear of anything interesting. I suppose we really had no sense of personal boundaries in that regard. Anything was up for grabs. We were so thorough we even knew what was in nearly everybody’s backyard.
We knew the nice neighbors who didn’t mind our nosy behavior. We also knew the mean neighbors who’d kick us out of their front yard simply for opening up mysterious containers or tiny doors laid in their brickwork. We were very famous—infamous, really—for our behavior, especially with our