Debbie’s Acceptance of Her New Identity

Sharon JaynesConfidence in Christ, Identity in Christ 5 Comments

Today’s Truth
“I delight greatly in the LORD; my soul rejoices in my God. For he has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom adorns his head like a priest, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels” (Isaiah 6:10 NIV).

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Debbie’s paternal grandparents had both a housekeeper and groundskeeper who lived in their basement apartment.  Silas and Nina were like part of the family and had lived with the grandparents for as long as Debbie could remember.  On many occasions, when Debbie’s parents and grandparents went out to dinner, she and her older sister were left in the care of Silas and Nina. The girls’ parents had no idea that Silas was molesting their precious children time and time again.

From the time Debbie and Beth were three- and six-years-old, until they were ten and thirteen, Silas fondled and sexually molested the girls in the basement apartment lit only by the black and white television blinking in the background.  While Silas ravaged Debbie’s body, her sister held her face in her hands and told her stories. Together, the girls escaped to a land faraway while the worse nightmare imaginable was played out before them.

Silas warned them,” If you tell anybody, I’ll hurt your brother.”  So the girls suffered in silence.

When Debbie was ten-years-old, she and her sister spent the night with her maternal grandmother while her parents were away on a business trip.  The elderly grandmother paused at the opened door to watch her precious granddaughters kneeling beside their bed.  With arms wrapped around each other they began to say their prayers.

What began as a tranquil picture of innocence transformed into a nimbus cloud of horrible darkness.  Their grandmother clutched her heart as she heard the two little girls pray.

“Dear God, thank you for mommy and daddy and Kevin, and Grandma and Grandpa Wilson, and Grandma James.  We pray that you will protect us from Silas and keep him from hurting us and touching us in private places.  We pray…”

The rest was a blur.

The sobbing grandmother rushed to the girls and held them to her breast.  A few hours later, in the wee hours of the morning, their parents came back from their business trip…two days early.  The girls could hear their parents crying in the next room, but nothing was ever mentioned about Silas.  All they knew was that the next time they went to Grandma and Grandpa Wilson’s house, Silas and Nina were gone.

Years passed with little mention of the years of abuse by Silas.  Like old war veterans who never mention the horrors of battle, the girls never mentioned the molestation again.  However, the chronic pain of the past was an undercurrent to their total existence.  Debbie felt dirty, used, and cheap.  She felt like damaged goods.

Debbie accepted Jesus Christ as her Savior when she was a small child, but had a difficult time believing Jesus could accept her.  She didn’t see herself as a precious holy child of God dressed in robes of righteousness.  She saw herself as a dirty orphan dressed in tattered rags. Then one day, she went to a Bible study and heard for the first time about her identity as a child of God.

“I didn’t feel like a holy child of God, but that’s who the Bible said I was,” she explained.  “I read and reread that list of who I am in Christ.  The more I studied about my new identity and the truth that sets us free, the more I began to accept it as true. I began to realize it was Satan who held up the picture of Silas and what he had done to me – to remind me of who he wanted me to believe I was.  But that was a lie. God took the truth and massaged it into my broken heart like a healing ointment. He placed a princess’s crown of beauty on my head and washed away the ashes.  He gave me the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and dressed me in a garment of praise instead of despair. No longer was my identity determined by what happened to me as a child.  My identity is determined by what happened in me through Jesus Christ.”

Debbie accepted her new identity.  It was there all along, like a cloak waiting to be placed on the princess’s regal shoulders.  She received the robe of righteousness and now walks with the confidence of a dearly loved child of the King.  To me, she looks like a Queen.  Debbie is one of my heroes.

This devotion may have been difficult for you to read, but it is very important. No matter what you have been through, if you know Jesus as Savior and Lord, you are a child of the King. Have you accepted your new identity?  Are you ready to start believing the truth?  Are you ready to put off the ragged robes of shame and put on the robe of righteousness that Jesus purchased just for you with His own life?  He’s holding it open for you right now.  Slip it on.  It’s just your size.

Let’s Pray
Dear Heavenly Father who loves me, I come to you with a heart humbled by Your tender love for me.  I thank You that You have removed the filthy rags of this world from my life and clothed me with the righteousness of Christ.  Help me to hold my head high as a child of the King.

In Jesus’ Name,

Now It’s Your Turn
Is there anything in your life that Satan has held up as a distorted mirror of who you are?

What do you need to tell the enemy when he taunts you with the past?

What did Jesus do in the wilderness when the enemy taunted him?  If you’re not sure, check it out in Matthew chapter 4.  The same weapon Jesus used is available to each of us.

I’d love to hear your thoughts.  Let’s chat.  Visit my blog at

This story was taken from Becoming Spiritually Beautiful – Seeing Yourself Through God’s Eyes. (This book by Sharon Jaynes was previously titled Experience the Ultimate Makeover.)

If it has touched your heart, you might want to read the entire book to get a firm grip on your new identity in Christ.  Also, if you would like a daily reminder of your true identity in Christ, Sharon has a laminated card filled with Scripture that tucks securely in your Bible.  Just visit www.localhost/sjold.

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Comments 5

  1. Hello Sharon,Praise God
    Thank you for this sharing…i must say u have blessed me alot in my spiritual walk as i read this devotional quite often. This particular one has come at a time i need it most, am praying to God for a spiritual deliverance in the same area as that of Debbie(now 3 years) and i believe this has given me encouragement not to give up.please pray with me.

  2. I, like Debbie was inappropriately touched as a child during babysitting situations. My parents would leave my 2 sisters and me with my mom’s aunt and her 2 children who were a few years older than me. Her son would do things to me at night when everyone else was asleep. I never told anyone while this was happening. I guess I believed it was normal, even though I felt very BAD. About 15 years ago, he was arrested for pedophilia and put into jail. Then, I shared with my mom what happened. She didn’t want to believe it. So, I thought “oh well, at least he is finally being punished”. He died while in jail from a brain tumor. I was so glad, because he couldn’t hurt little girls anymore. But as a Christian, I realized I had to forgive him and I thought I did until about a year ago. I was involved in a Bible study at church and we really delve into our pasts. All this hurt came bubbling back up to the surface, along with other hurts from my childhood and my young adult life (my 20’s). You see, what he did to me caused me to believe I wasn’t worthy of a decent man’s love, so I turned to promuscuity. Now, in my 40’s and married to a wonderful Godly man, I have a hard time sometimes, accepting his love and wanting to be close to him intimately. I have grown to realize who I am in Christ and I do believe that I am precious to God and I am a princess. I do thank Him for the robe of righteousness that I put on daily with the rest of the armor. However, there is still healing and true forgiveness that needs to take place. And that can only come from our Lord. I am currently working with a Christian counselor and my husband to deal with the memories. I do call the enemy a liar when he starts to throw his darts. And, now I am feeling like I am going to be called to give my testimony to complete that healing. I just pray that other women will find the peace that I am finding and really believe that God loves us. Thank you for this devotion.

  3. Joan ands Karen I am so sorry that you have experienced this terrible act as Debbie had. I will pbe praying for you both. This is very hard for me to say here but I too have experienced this type of abuse. It was for 5 years and the fears that come along with it as well as being blamed for it by my parents and the confusion of the back and forth of being believed and then not being believed. I struggle with shame and the feelings of being dirty, unloveable and “not worth the ground I walk on” as my Mother told me over and over. I will be honest and admit that I am really struggling with this. I want to see myself as the Lord sees me. As I read this blog about Debbie it touched me so that I cried a couple tears something I haven’t done in a long long time. I have a lot of forgiving to do but not sure how to do it as both my parents and the two men who did these things are deceased. I rebuke the enemy and call him a liar but I find myself getting worn down and weak when he doesn’t stop. Thank you for this devotion as it is an encouragement to me that God does Love me and hope that I will find peace and healing. That God sees me as a beautiful princess. I see the hope of God using me in someone’s Life some day. God’s Blessings

  4. I emailed myself this devotional back in January and started going through my emails today to clean out my box. I clicked on this and was shocked! I too am struggling with this! Every time I see that little girl in me, she is dressed in rags, she is dirty, and has unkempt hair. When I recently asked God why I see her that way, He told me that it’s because I see myself that way. It has been almost two months since God has revealed this to me and so many other things. You see, I accepted this behavior from my grandfather because he expressed his behavior in what I thought was a loving and gentle way. My mother was abusive and often told me that she hated me. She often beat me and told me that I wasn’t her daughter. My father was a drug addict who’s main concern was getting his next fix. My grandfather told me that he loved me and I believed him. I accepted his molestation because I wanted to be loved. Within the last few years, I started viewing sex and something that is dirty and perverse and cringed at the thought of my husband touching me. I thought that I didn’t love him anymore, but I know now that what I feel are my own feelings of being dirty, unclean, filthy, and worthless because I accepted this behavior and even welcomed it at times. God is bringing healing to my brokenness, but it’s not easy. The pain is unbearable! I want so much to put on that robe! Please pray for me!

    1. Rosemary, I know it’s been over two years since you wrote on this blog, but I just stumbled upon it today. I am going to pray for you.

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