Rescue Is Possible.
Today, Friday the 13th is To Write Love On Her Arms Day. For the people who don't know who TWLOHA are. They are a group that help people who suffer with depression, self harm etc. They are a group from the US who travel the place going to gigs and chilling with awesome muso's. Anyway, the invite was put out on another social networking site to gather as many aussies to all write LOVE on their arms for the day. Having walked this path in my life, today I have written Love on my arms. Heres abit of my story...

A few years back, I was sitting in a class with my friends, watching time tick by too slowly as it always did. The teacher was shouting at the class, insulting our intellect and dismissing us as unruly kids with no future. A few days previously a friend of mine had given me a craft knife to look after. I was so angry at this teacher and lots of other things, that without thinking, I picked up the knife and in my frustration I carved a name into my left arm. Blood ran everywhere ...and I felt good. Relieved. Justified.

That was the beginning of 4 years of self-injury.
I didnt want to die, but i wanted to feel alive.

Before I knew it, my arms, tummy and legs were in a constant pool of blood. As time went on, 'cutting' became my secret friend. I could forget all the pain on the inside if I concentrated on causing pain on the outside. I pretended it didn't matter if people used and abused me, because no-one could hurt me as much as I could hurt myself. And I truly believed that I deserved to be cut. So much so that, if somebody wasn't hurting me, I didn't feel that my existence was justified, so I hurt myself to appease my conscience - my guilt at leading a pain-free life. I was acutely aware of my sinful nature, and of the wages of sin... death. My self-harm was a desperate plea to a God I didn't know: "I know I deserve to die for my sins. Look at my scars! I acknowledge my sin, but I don't want to die!" I thought if I hurt myself enough I could justify not paying the full price for my sins. I justified my life by my pain. And if I wasn't in pain I felt ashamed everyone knew I was scamming the system ...that I didn't deserve to be alive.

And then I met Jesus.

The week that I gave my life to Christ, my newly discovered Daddy made his little girl a promise: to set me free and to heal my scars. But, Lord, where does a little girl begin? As a younger Christian I struggled not to cut ...a daily battle... because surely "Christians are joyful"? I felt I was letting down the Church, myself and Jesus if I gave way to temptation, but I knew no other way to cope with my feelings. I had been cutting for quite some time. So many wonderful people had told me that I was "justified by the blood of Jesus", but I just could not understand what that meant. I needed to see blood leave my body to know that I was cutting out all the sin, the sadness, the anger, the hatred, the frustration. I cried out to God every day to set me free. Even when I went for several months without cutting, the daily torment and temptation was a cruel and constant reminder of the only coping mechanism I knew. However, I stood on God's promise, and refused to accept the lies that the Devil whispered to me. GOD WOULD SET ME FREE!

Then I began reading the Book of God. the story of the bible told in novel form. Late one night I reached the part of the crucifixion. My love for Jesus had grown so strong, and the book was written with such tenderness that I had begun to feel as though I had walked right there, through it all with Jesus and his disciples. So when it came to the crucifixion of Jesus - MY Jesus - my heart was wrenched apart. The pain, humiliation and suffering he went through was described so powerfully. It wasn't sensationalised, it wasn't glamorously gruesome was just really, really REAL. I could hardly bear to read on. MY JESUS! How could this happen to my Jesus? I began sobbing, reading through tears about the most horrendous suffering of the most wonderful, precious person that had ever lived. "WHY?" I cried out to God. "WHY?" "How could You let this happen? To your Son?!" And the Lord spoke two, gentle words to me. Two words changed my life.


My Jesus shed His blood in my place. Suddenly I understood. Every reason for cutting myself that I had held on to, was every reason that Jesus bled and died. I WAS justified, by the blood of a pure and perfect sacrifice. No wonder I had never felt satisfied. No cut was ever deep enough or ever bled enough. I had to keep coming back, like the priests of the Old Testament, to offer a sacrifice that would never repay Him for my sin. Which is why Jesus came. To offer the perfect sacrifice. To stand in my place, and suffer my shame, and die for my sin. So that I might clothe myself in righteousness, and never bleed again.

And now? I understand that the grace of God covers me. The love of God surrounds me. The righteousness of God clothes me. The blood of Jesus justifies me. That God is so great, so gracious, so amazing, that he is satisfied to look upon His Son, and forgive His daughter.
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Alison Stewart

Shani, my friend
Thank you so much for sharing this part of your life. I thank God for the miracle of new birth and the testimony that you have in him.


Shirley Hooper

Dear Shani... .How brave of you to reveal all this to us. I have the greatest respect for you, for feeling that you could entrust us here at CB with such a very moving story about yourself.

How very real our loving God, and Heavenly Father is to us, and how dearly He loves us, and comes so very close when we call to Him. Praise God.

Stay close to Him, my dear friend, and always remember how very much He loves you.

Luv ya... ... mumbly x x


Sweetie, you have come such a long way haven't you? I know that your honesty will reach out and touch someone who is in the place you once were. But praise God my love, you are no longer there.

All my love

K Reynolds+

:princess: Shani,

You shall also be [so beautiful and prosperous as to be thought of as] a crown of glory and honor in the hand of the Lord, and a royal diadem [exceedingly beautiful] in the hand of your God. Isaiah 62:3 (AMP)

K :princess:

Deborah Pinnell+

I have a friend who struggles with this. I met her at a childrens home 6 years ago. GOD has helped her to stop. but it is in the back of her mind at times. she first told me about the to write love on her arms group. thanks for hsaring this difficult story it can help us all to relate better to what you and others that do this are going through. glad you have been set free.

Benjamin Foulks

What an amazing, amazing, testimony! There is no doubt in my mind that God has great plans for you! Thank you for sharing this... I don't think I will ever look at depression and low self-esteem the same again. Bless you dear sister.

Eileen Algaze

Wow shani, this testimony has truely impacted me! Thanks for sharing. It truely shall serve as a blessing to others!