BOLD FAITH

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Bold faith was used by champions like manna from heaven. They knew their faith was the gridiron glory moment they used to help them succeed or fail; win or lose; carry the trophy in glory or go home the loser. After spending countless hours, in the rain, the heat, the freezing snow, conditioning the body, the mind, the spirit, and the sacrifices away from their families, businesses, and personal needs, defeat seemed an unacceptable take home pay off. Unfortunately, it is the cost we risk. Sometimes, it is a glorious reward, and often it is utter defeat.
Men and women throughout our history have given us examples of how God has used the lowliest of men, to be the mightiest examples of power, leadership, humbleness, Christlike, love, kindness, and great community providers. God chose ordinary people to do extraordinary things; people like your next-door neighbor, who you would not expect had anything magnificent to offer the world, let alone the community you live. God chose people like Moses, Ghandi, Mother Theresa, Martin Luther King Jr., Reverend Billy Graham, Joan of Arc, Johnny and June Carter Cash; just everyday people following the will of God.

While I am no Ghandi, I stepped out in Bold Faith in 2012 to begin a nation-wide tour to film a shattering the silence tour documentary, and hosting free conferences across the nation, with other advocates, to teach communities how to protect themselves against predators. I left with little funds and toured the USA and Canada until 2014. I stayed with business partners, truck stops, and rest areas. I ate a lot of peanut butter sandwiches, and bologna sandwiches along the way. All a long the way, God led me to different stops where I was needed. I stopped in MT, at a truck stop, and played pool upstairs where a lady, who recently married, had a teen age daughter acting out, and only felt safe at grandma’s. I gave her some resources to use for her daughter. At my stop in NH, it was 5 a.m., where I encountered the night shift clerk in distress. After talking with her, learned she was wanting to commit suicide because she had been sexually assaulted. I worked with her that day and went with her to the hospital that night. Unfortunately, she had no one else there for her. They found care for her and I left after she was in good hands. While in Boston, A beautiful soul happened upon our conference and was so moved. She said she knew God meant for her to be there. We have been friends since. She donated funds to allow us to arrive to our next stop. The entire journey was like that until I went home to care for family.

You might say, you could never have faith like that, but you do. You use it everyday with the people you know. You anticipate they are who they claim to be. As a matter of fact, you put your trust in that. You might say, you have faith they are who they say they are. When they get behind closed doors, you really have no idea who they are. Do you?

All you need is the faith of a mustard seed. With that small amount, you can close your eyes, place your hand in God’s hand, and take a walk. He will not let you go. Out of all the things in life I have been through, I know I could not have made it without God. Go ahead, take a deep breath, let it out, and take this Bold Faith thing for a test drive. What have you got to lose?
Please leave your comments below of your faith stories. I would love to hear them.

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SILENCE

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SILENCE

Silence. If I said nothing else, we all know the word silence has been used by generations to inflict power, subjugation, pain, submission, and tears. It has seared through the darkest recesses of our minds, where our deepest secrets lie; the ones we have dragged through the muck and mire of adulthood and have labeled them names of rejection, unworthiness, and unloved. Why do we continue to lick our tattered wounds, and guard them like a injured pet, whose eyes are begging for sympathy? Continually, we surround ourselves with family, relationships and bosses, who perpetuate the same interpersonal relationship dynamic, feeding the same wound, that causes so much pain. We do this because this has become our comfort zone. It is when we learn new tools through counseling, self-help, support groups, God, books, art therapy, therapy, music, healthy boundaries, in our new jobs and our new relationships where we will grow and develop the skills we need. We must become a complete us, before uniting to compliment someone else. For future generations, at some point, we have to take it upon ourselves to seek the help we need to heal, so we do not repeat another multi-generational epidemic of sexual assault. Victims were chosen by their perpetrators but now have a lot of emotional damage to overcome.
So, how did the sexual assault of children become such an acceptable occurrence for a thriving and progressive cultural, which thrives on it’s deep rooted traditions and legacies? Generations of families before us, knew sexual assault was a taboo subject. It wasn’t reported because it was a family matter. Children did not feel they had anyone to report to or anywhere to go. Rape and incest have thrived and flourished through bloodlines for as long as children have been born from one year to the next. I know my abuser told me that he would kill me, my mother, and the rest of my family if I told; and I knew he was very capable. I was eleven. I also knew it ran in the family. My mother seemed to favor the attention of men, more than that of her children. I like many children before me had no where to turn and no one to tell.
We see today’s generation of women, from the Olympic Gymnasts and Swimmers, to actors and actresses standing in courage, speaking, their truth, boldly, courageously, and sharing their pain. The pain shared by a multitude of women, boys, and girls, who proceeded them; who had no voice. The voices of thousands of generations, who struggle to have a voice today! We are the voice for those whose pain was so great they could no longer endure. Who waited so long for someone to help them; to listen to them; to believe them. We are the rallying cry behind their unheard voices; raising our voices in unison for them, crying “NO MORE SILENCE!”
We make a stand together as a society today, for the draconian era thinking to be gone! We will all have to change; and it will not be easy. It will not be pleasant. It is vitally necessary for all to survive; or we will be inundated through the courts and criminal system with law suits and prison for those who choose to continue to commit these heinous crimes against women and children. We can get involved with our local sexual assault and human trafficking advocacy groups, and mentor groups.  We need to change laws, CPS, Criminal Justice System, and Mental Health Systems, to provide the quality resources survivors of sexual assault and trauma deserve. Today, we stand as the old generation and new generation united! We stand fighting the Last Great Frontier known as “Sexual Assault”! We will stand for Silence No More! Together we can make our children’s future a great place to live! TOGETHER WE STAND!

CONNIE LEE : 02/08/2018

conniemiles51@gmail.com