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When I was a child, I was bullied. When I say “bullied”, I don’t mean that I was simply called names and teased. When I was a child I was ridiculed to tears, singled out, spit on (even in my mouth), physically attacked, had food crushed in my hair on the bus, had food thrown at me at recess, they put gum in my hair, put death threats in my school locker, spread vicious rumors about me and the day I, unfortunately, reached menstruation in the middle of a school day it was announced to the class. While laughter erupted amongst my peers, pieces of my identity slowly disappeared.
The bullying started in Kindergarten. My first bully was named, “Alicia”. She made me cry and I tried to run home to my mom. It was the beginning of many years of torment. The names of the bullies would change but their attacks got worse with age. More violent. More destructive. I found myself asking God almost daily, “Why me?”. Half of them, I didn’t even know. What was it about me that someone could hate so much, without even knowing me? God didn’t answer my question. At least, I didn’t think so.
I would like to tell you that now, fresh off my thirtieth birthday, I am no longer bullied. That I learned self-confidence and made myself into a thriving, personal success. “That’ll show them”, the underdog is supposed to say.
But the truth is, I am still being bullied. The name we give those bullies now is “haters”. I’m sure you’ve heard it before. These “haters” have been given a new platform to attack their victims through cyber bullying. Cyber bullying is a whole new wave of torture. Though it’s been around for awhile now, we Millennials are experiencing cyber bullying in a whole new way. A cyber bully can speak lies posing as you, post pictures of you, hack your bank account, stalk you… haunt you.
So, what can we do? And how are our children coping with this?
“For God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.” 2 Timothy 1:7 (ESV)
Bullying has been around since the beginning of time. Satan, the deceiver, the manipulator, the aggressor, bullied Eve into eating that apple in the Garden. Trickery and manipulation are only subtle forms of bullying.
“‘That’s a lie!’ the serpent hissed. ‘You’ll not die! God knows very well that the instant you eat it you will become like Him, for your eyes will be opened—you will be able to distinguish good from evil!’
The woman was convinced. How lovely and fresh looking it was! And it would make her so wise! So she ate some of the fruit and gave some to her husband, and he ate it too.”
Genesis 3:4-6 (TLB)
A bully makes us believe that who we are is not good enough, that we are a “lesser-than” and therefore inadequate. Satan made Eve feel and believe she was not enough just as she was. So she ate the apple, to be more like God. She wanted to be wise. She wanted to know what was good and what was not. She wanted to be good. Good enough.
What Eve was missing, what our children are missing, what we, as adults, are missing is the truth about who we are. The world has tricked, manipulated and bullied us into believing that we are not enough as we are and we need to do more, be more and be better. We work tirelessly to become the best version of ourselves. We believe we are small people in a big world. We think the capacity of our ability to help people falls on what we can see and touch, “If I only help one person, it will be worth it” we say. It sounds nice, even Godly, but it’s all a lie.
We are children of God. A holy nation. Made in His image. We are the closest thing on earth to what God looks and talks like. Each unique quality in us is a picture of who God is. A sense of humor, creativity, a love of beauty, a desire to dance, to sing, to build, to problem-solve, to nurture, to read, to run, to discover, these are all pictures of who God is.
This is our identity. It’s the truth Eve was missing in the garden that day. If she had known she was already like God she would not have been deceived into believing she needed to be someone other than who she was.
“Consider the kind of extravagant love the Father has lavished on us—He calls us children of God! It’s true; we are His beloved children. And in the same way the world didn’t recognize Him, the world does not recognize us either.
My loved ones, we have been adopted into God’s family; and we are officially His children now. The full picture of our destiny is not yet clear, but we know this much: when Jesus appears, we will be like Him because we will see Him just as He is.” 1 John 3:1-2 (VOICE)
At age thirty, I would like to tell you that I am no longer bullied but the truth is, I am. What I can tell you though is that the words and the hatred do not affect my identity anymore. I don’t need drugs or alcohol to fit in. I don’t need to “act cool” so people like me. They might not like me but God does. God loves me. He sees me the same way He looks at you, and He smiles because He cannot love us more than He already does. He is proud of what He made.
I wish that when I was a child, I had understood who I was so I could have held fast to this very special, accepted identity. I would have built my life around the knowledge of what God said I could do, not what others said I couldn’t. I can do so much more than help just one person because I am the daughter of a King who puts no boundaries on dreaming.
As a parent, this is how I believe we can help our children. Not only was I a child who did drugs, drank too much and had sex before marriage but I now talk about addiction on a daily basis. I can tell you for certain that every child who walks down that path began that journey to escape a pain, usually rooted in fear and insecurity.
The only way to stop this, or bring them back from this road, is to teach them their identity. They are, and they always were- enough. In fact, they are more than “enough”, they are extraordinary.