Christine Rhay was born in Louisiana in 1951, became the eldest of ten children, and is a student of the human condition. She is keenly attentive to the soul nature of mankind, encouraging humanity's highest spiritual potential. Christine's well-honed life skills, seeks a standard of excellence while raising the bar for a greater vision, both mundane and spiritual. Her messages speak to leaders as well as to all serious believers seeking a deeper relationship with Christ. Her degrees pull from years of observance and interacting with humankind on many levels. Ms. Rhay brings to you a well-rounded author's viewpoint from early childhood to the present, with her long-overdue inspiring testimony of hope.
The nights were my dread, but as the song goes "You Are My Hiding Place," so too I secured myself in Christ. Nearly devoured by the testings of my marriage, I decreased much like the Stealth Fighter which is undetected by radar. Christ, the living God, increased in my life with power, as I became more invisible than not, that is, devoid of an identity other than...my husband's wife. As my marriage progressed, I feared for our lives and I knew that if I made it through this deadly journey, I would forever be changed; I would come to grips with my mortality and human limitations like never before. I learned what it meant to fully lean (Song of Songs 8:5) on the One who delivered me and my children from evil.
The circumstances of my marriage brought me to a most humbling state of mind--a self-realization of my utter frailty apart from Divine equipping. Then, with full-surrender, I was daily transformed with an upright posture as I steadied myself on the Word of God. It is true: "After [we] have suffered awhile, He [makes us] strong, firm and steadfast." Truly, it is God who tears down and then builds up those who respond to Him.
Early on in my marriage, my husband redefined the sacred union of matrimony. With delusions wedged in deception all I could think about was survival--my children my priority. He believed that since he didn't mean from his heart his spoken vows, that he wasn't married. Sara and Randy did not deserve the living hell that had invaded our lives as a result. They deserved better than a mother who had slipped into depression with feelings of entrapment. My husband became a monster, and I became the target of daily threats, vulgarities and non-stop harassments. He preyed upon the children's minds with subtle controls, and I "prayed." When neighborhoods would sleep at night, we were awake. Evil prowled throughout our home, robing us of the night hours that found most people sleeping. But, the fire of judgment (and Truth) would one day break through (ICor.13:6) the thick smoke of my ominous marriage.
Day upon day my husband lacked remorse for his violent behavior--never recognizing that he had a problem, and consequently, the man that I had married became "demon possessed." (It warrants saying that at the core of each of our life-circumstances, is either a mental, emotional, physical, or spiritual root. Mine was the latter, although, I don't believe it started this way).
As the subtleties progressed with the years, stress would kill me if it could. The family that I had always dreamed of became my demise as reality stepped in. But, there is a twist. The darkness could hardly contain us, as my children and I grew in ways that defied the norm. I feared (reverenced) God above all, and the hope that I embraced was God-breathed. His Word became my life, and when I saw no way out the Truth carried us to the end--to the end of this phase of God's perfect plan. When God accomplished in me what He wanted, He set us free.
There are no words to express my love for my Savior. He is the One whose resources I draw from, even today. I humbly bow my heart as I stand in awe of the One who has graced me with "beauty for ashes (Isa.61:1-3)." It was God who pulled me from the viper's pit. It was He who raised me from the dead.