Seasons of GriefAre you going through a season of grief where you are struggling to grieve?
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Most children awake in the morning expecting breakfast - I awoke expecting a spanking. From five to eleven years of age I was a bed-wetter. My parents believed I was too lazy.to go to the bath-rQOm so they punished me with spankings for six years. The only time I was not punished was when I spent ~ nightSwith my grandmother. She was sympathetic concerning my situation. Guilt, shame, anger and embarrassment were my companions, and I withdrew into a wor,ld_ associated them with painful experiences. I picked fights wit~ my peers and made poor grades in school. Gradually I invented a world of pretend and imagination. Although I realize now that I went beyond the limits which are considered to be normal, at that time)it was a means of survival for me. Hhen I was eleven my dad heard a noise in my bedroom, and discovered I was ill. He took me to the hospital and following numerous tests and x-rays, I was diagnosed as an epileptic. Treatment of my condition included high dosages of phenobarbital. Once on the medication I never wet the bed again. At the age of 19 I asked Jesus to become my savior. Later I visited a pentacostal church and heard the pastor speak of healing. I became interested, and tram that seed of interest grew a determination to learn more. When I was twenty years of age I took a correspondence course in bible training. I was attending Shalom Cathedral , and one Sunday as I was leaving the church after the Sunday morning service our minister told me: liTheLord is going to heal you." That night, at the age of twenty-one, I was baptised in the Holy Ghost and received my healing. My doctor agreed that I was healed and I no longer take the medication. I have not had a seizure since discontinuing the medication. God has also healed me of the painful childhood memories, which allows me to forgive my parents and myself. Charles Neal