The previous episode was part 1 of my conversation with Rebekah Wen as she shared her testimony of finding identity and purpose. This episode is part 2 of Rebekah's story. She reveals not only how she found her identity and purpose but how you can find yours too.Here are some helpful books from this episode:The Bondage Breaker: https://www.amazon.com/Bondage-Breaker-Neil-T-Anderson/dp/0736918140?fbclid=IwY2xjawGsYkdleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHcPkI8FtEzjF-9riwx8WzK7QaKJ1bStRy1_-8uuQjC7bEikcDE2tIM4bTA_aem_Xgu6WbZSX9WSL9wGiLHqCQYour Spiritual Toolbox: https://www.amazon.com/Your-Spiritual-Toolbox-Sit-Down-Christian-ebook/dp/B01KW3LRWECreate your podcast today! #madeonzencastrhttps://zencastr.com/?via=thefatherhoodchallengeTranscription - From Torment to Identity and Purpose---Welcome to the Fatherhood Challenge, a movement to awaken and inspire fathers everywhere,to take great pride in their role, and a challenge society to understand how importantfathers are to the stability and culture of their family's environment.Now here's your host, Jonathan Guerrero. Greetings everyone!Thank you so much for joining me. We are continuing part two of my conversation with RebeccaWynn as she shares her testimony of how she found her identity in purpose. If you missed part one ofher story, you can go to thefatherhoodchallenge.com. That's thefatherhoodchallenge.com. And if you go tothe last episode, you'll see it label as part one, you can hear the first part of our testimony.Now we're going to go ahead and continue with part two of her testimony.So as I was sitting there, I just thought to myself, "God doesn't want broken people like me."And I heard an audible voice say, "I came for the broken." And I felt these huge warm armswrap around me. And I felt the ground in this concrete basement and I cried. And I felt,I felt a father holding me for the first time. And I knew that God was there with me. And that hehad come for me on that every single speck of my brokenness could be healed by him. And in that moment,I decided that I had to become a Christian. I needed this comfort. I never felt anything like thatbefore. I was so excited. I wanted to tell everybody all about it. You know, I ran upstairs and I toldmy mom, "Mom, guess what? I'm going to be a Christian now." And she was kind of like,"Yeah, great." But she didn't have the reaction I expected. And I wish that I could say everythingafter that just immediately got better, but it did not.Somethings did. So I'd had, for those 13 years, as I mentioned at the very beginning,I had been sexually and physically abused by a female relative almost immediately after Ibecame a Christian that the sexual abuse, the verbal abuse completely stopped. It was, for me,a hugely eye-opening moment because I thought, "I understood for the first time that there'ssomething really wrong with me. And I need some kind of deliverance from this. I understoodthe first time that these entities that were attacking me were demonic and that they had a purposewhen they were coming. But I had no idea how to deal with it. I didn't know what an event meant.And I still hadn't told anybody about any of them. My, my mother remarried when I was seven.And the man that she married was a very stable, good man who had a good job and took good care of usand enabled her to be a stay at home mom so that she could homeschool us. And by all accounts,he was a good, solid man. But he was not emotionally available. He was not interested in,in really being a dad to other people's kids. And so I, he would work most of the time and then,you know, maybe we'd have some kind of a philosophical conversation or something, but he wasn'treally interested in discussing God. He was much more interested in discussing science and mathematicsand philosophy. And yet there was, there was a moment that had a major impact on me.There was one day where my mother was just tired of it, you know, and she was just,she was test tired. And at the same time, also, as I mentioned, I have been having anorexiaand it had progressed to the point where, where I had, I would stop eating and I was noticeablyunderweight for my age. My mother would, every single meal she would have to trick me into eating.And she would do that because she knew that I had such a strong feeling of guilt about the ideaof making anything else feel as worthless as I felt because I felt I was trash. I didn't wantanything else to feel that way. I don't want to be the cause of anyone else or anything elseto feel that kind of suffering. And by this point, I was, I was hoarding. I mean, I had, I wouldn'teven throw away trash. I would have hundreds of candy wrappers and stuff around my room is stackedup and everything, which I know sounds strange for anorexic, but whatever. But I would have, I wouldn'tthrow away anything because I didn't want it to feel like trash, even if it was trash. I couldn't standthe idea of acknowledging that something didn't have any more value. I had to prove it had ...
