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Date Posted: 16:08:59 10/19/06 Thu
Author: Rev. Janna Karsjens
Author Host/IP: 206.72.13.144
Subject: Re: When the Hurt is too Hard to Handle
In reply to: Robert Brozoski 's message, "When the Hurt is too Hard to Handle" on 11:44:30 10/17/06 Tue

Dear Bro. Robert,

Oh how I can fully relate to your hurt! Although I do not suffer dwarfism now, at the age of 4-5 (in 1958), I was only the mental and physical growth of a 2 year old. My parents started taking me to doctors, specialists and various hospitals trying to determine what was causing my dwarfism. As it turns out, I was suffering from severe (extreme?) hypothyroidism. To this day, they still do not know the cause of it, but presume it was from a sudden high fever about the age of 18-24 months destroying the functioning of my thyroid gland.

I, too, was ridiculed by other children (including my siblings) because of my stature, lack of coordination, and my "stupidity." When I started catching up in height with the rest of the kids my age, with the help of the medication, I thought the ridicule would end. It didn't, because I was still "different" than everyone else. I didn't fit in anywhere.

Now, at 5'10", I am still shorter than any of my siblings, but taller than the average woman. So I still don't fit in, because of being a "giant"! And on top of that, I don't fit in, because I am not "domestic" oriented and prefer to do things more "manly" such as building construction, etc. Even my being called by God to the ministry doesn't fit in with the "norm".

However, the one thing that I have learned from all these years of hurtful rejection is that even if I don't have another human being that I can call my best friend, Jesus Christ, my Savior, has ALWAYS been there for me, and ALWAYS has been my best friend. I know He will always listen and not condemn me when I confide in Him. And I can trust Him not to whisper to others about me behind my back! I know He can relate to the feelings of rejection, because He was rejected long before I ever was born.

My prayers are with you, Brother.

Sister Janna

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