Before I Pour This Over Your Head...

By Deborah Ann Hart

On a quiet night, you can hear the corn grow-or so the saying goes. Join Deborah Ann Hart on a journey to the picturesque countryside of Pennsylvania's Lancaster County. You'll find a young boy playing between the corn rows, the sky above him aglow with purple and orange hues, as cattle graze nearby. What could be more incredible? Perhaps the dark secret he is hiding.This is the true story of a young boy abused at the hands of devil worshipers; the story of a mother who refused to give up praying and fighting for her son; but most importantly, it's a love story-about the love God has for each and every one of us.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 29, 2021
• ISBN: 9781098033125

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Before I Pour This Over Your Head…

Deborah Ann Hart

ISBN 978-1-0980-3310-1 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-0980-3312-5 (digital)

Copyright © 2020 by Deborah Ann Hart

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the publisher. For permission requests, solicit the publisher via the address below.

Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.

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Meadville, PA 16335

www.christianfaithpublishing.com

All names have been changed to protect the innocent.

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Home Sweet Home

Hey, Get off My Cloud

What Went Wrong in Paradise?

The Disclosure

Stepping into the Legal Battle

If the Pieces Fit, Put Them in the Puzzle

Come with Me, Little Girl, on a Magic-Carpet Ride

Halloween: What’s the Big Deal?

Joy to the World

Will There Be Harleys in Heaven?

Kids Just Wanna Have Fun

Breaking out of Victim Syndrome

Everyday Heroes

Miracle on 14th Street

There Goes da Judge and the Rest of the Story

Is There Life after Abuse?

A Prayer for Every Person Who Reads This Book

Notes

Dedication

This book is affectionately dedicated to Sally, beloved counselor and friend. Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all (Prov. 31:29)

And special thanks to Mom, Dad, and all my siblings for all your love and support.

In memory of Mommom, who gave me some of her spunk. And Janie, who would do anything for me.

Also, to my small group whose prayers have carried me through tumultuous storms. And to the two pastors who have loved their sheep fiercely.

Most of all, thank you, Jesus, lord of lords and king of kings. May those in darkness come to your light.

I love you all!

Home Sweet Home

It was a time of new beginnings, and I was extremely happy. After dropping my husband, Amos, off at work in my black Walton pickup truck, I set to work, making pumpkin pies. It was my own fault this task of driving him to work every morning was mine. After two spills on his motorcycle in a one-week period, I had convinced him to give it up. Keeping him alive was a daily struggle, as just a few weeks earlier, he had gotten stung by two bees while we were mowing the lawn for a lady in another town. Knowing Amos was allergic to beestings, I drove as fast as I possibly could to the hospital. I realized, halfway there, that the we would not be able to make it there in time. He was gasping for air and scratching his body all over, where some kind of hives or something had broken out. I pulled into a gas station, where the attendant called 911, and the paramedics arrived soon after.

I set the pies down to cool and headed toward the barn. My son, Michael, was already chasing the chickens and playing horsey in the field.

After collecting the brown eggs, I stopped to pet Michael’s pony, Pet-n-Patty. My son was in the habit of giving his pets two names. It came as a result of sitting on our porch in the evenings before sunset and reading the Little House on the Prairie books by Laura Ingals Wilder. As much as I tried to tell him that Laura had two horses, one named Pet and the other Patty, he insisted his pony be a namesake to the both of them.

Partly because it was a fun challenge to find a bargain, and partly because my son had worn the knees out in most of his pants, and I was tired of mending them with patches, I decided to go to the Goodwill store. We were dirt-poor, but we hardly noticed.

Just a year earlier, I had gotten saved. I had been reading the Bible and listening to a Christian radio station for a few weeks. It began to click as the evidence for faith was presented to me geologically, prophetically, and scientifically through a book I was studying entitled Why I Believe by Dr. D James Kennedy. In that book, he states there is no branch of science that looks at a larger portion of God’s handiwork than do astronomers. The scripture says, The heavens declare the glory of God. And the firmament showeth his handiwork (Psalm 19:11). Ninety percent of all astronomers today believe in God!

Consider the mass and size of this planet upon which we have been placed. It is just right. Dr. Wallace says if the earth were either 10 percent larger or 10 percent smaller than it is, life would not be possible upon this planet. Furthermore, it is just the right distance from the sun, thus, we receive the right amount of heat and light. If it were farther away, we would freeze, and if it were closer (such as the distance of Mercury or Venus), we would not be able to survive.

Consider the amazing fact of the tilt of the axis of the earth. None of the other planets is tilted as our is -23 degrees. This angle provides that the earth is slowly turned in all parts of its surface before the rays of the sun, much as a chicken would be turned upon a spit. If there were no tilt to the axis, the poles would accumulate enormous masses of ice, and the center part of the earth would become intensely hot.¹

Another thing that moved me toward faith was that I had the opportunity to stay with a warm, loving Christian family, and I witnessed them in their day-to-day lives. They were genuine, sincere people, who spoke of Jesus as if they knew Him personally.

Although I had a very good job as a secretary during the week and was a pretty responsible single mother to my four-year-old, I was a weekend drunk. My friends called me the life of the party. Drinking in excess and living an immoral lifestyle was as natural as breathing. There had to be more meaning and purpose to life.

Jesus said, I tell you the truth, no one can see the Kingdom of God unless he is born again (John 3:3). I kneeled down next to my couch and cried out to God. Oh, Lord, I never believed in You or your Word. I know that I’m a sinner. I know that Jesus died on the cross for me. Please forgive me of my sin and come into my heart and save me. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

The Bible says, Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! (2 Cor. 5:17). I found this verse to be true and immediate. That evening, one of my friends called to tell me everyone was meeting at a certain club and I had better be there. I told her of the commitment I had just made and that