What do you see?

What do you see

Trauma: an experience that produces psychological injury or pain.

A report from PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) United shows that 70% of adults in the U.S. have experienced some type of traumatic event. Think about the survivors of natural disasters, serious accidents, abuse, sudden death, not to mention those in combat. The same article shows the annual cost to society for anxiety disorders, the aftermath when faced with trauma, is estimated to be significantly over $42.3 billion.

Even though the word trauma was never used in my life after my father was murdered, I now understand that indeed, I was traumatized. Symptoms, such as anger, would rear it’s ugly head when I would least expect it. There were also times that I felt completely numb; at others, bouts of tears seemed never-ending during periods of intense sadness.

It wasn’t until we adopted our two children from the Ukraine that my eyes were truly opened to the effects of trauma in one’s life. As only the Lord can do, He was multitasking–not only was He caring for our children, but He was healing the deep recesses of my heart in the process as well.

Our family entered into a very difficult season after the adoption, as we tried to understand how to meet the needs of the two who had captured our hearts. It seemed that everything we tried in order to help them was to no avail. Once again, I found myself on my knees asking…

Why Lord…?

What are we doing wrong…?

The Lord has a way of answering one’s cries when we least expect it, though.

The years following the adoption, I coordinated missions trips with HopeHouse International, who had also facilitated our adoption, visiting orphanages all across the Ukraine. We generally visited older teens; it was our mission to share the gospel before they were released at age 17, leaving with only the clothes on their back.  I understood the reasoning behind our focus on older children, but there was always a tad bit of disappointment for me because I loved babies. I wanted desperately to visit a baby orphanage. Every year, I begged…

”Please Yuri, can we see some babies today…?”

“Rhonda, orphanage directors are afraid that your team will bring in germs,” replied Yuri.

However, six years after our adoption, Yuri arranged for us to take much needed diapers to a small orphanage in a remote area that had never been visited by missionaries. Gifts, like money, has a language all its own.  There were two stipulations though—we could not go inside and we could not hold the children.

As our team departed the bus on a beautiful sunny morning, nurses brought babies out of the building in strollers and parked them under the trees.  A light breeze was blowing as I walked up to a baby carriage parked all alone; I noticed it looked like one I had seen in pictures from the 1950’s. My heart was not prepared for the blue eyes peering up into mine as I drew near. I could not tell if the child was a boy or girl; there wasn’t a soft pink or blue blanket. No doll or toy to bring comfort, only a dingy cloth diaper loosely pinned. It appeared the infant wanted to cry, yet only a whimper escaped. The lump in my throat made it hard, but as best as I could, I began to sing, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…”

Yuri approached me with the director of the orphanage by his side.

”Rhonda, she would like to take you inside, but only you.” Yuri said.

The woman took me by the arm and motioned me to follow her; my Ukrainian language was very limited, so sign language was necessary. We entered a room where ten two-year-olds sat motionless at a round table. Clothed only in underwear, they sat with their heads down and their hands folded in their laps.

How do they get these babies to do this…?

This isn’t right…

The director walked around the table and laid a cracker in front of each child. Well trained, they each took the cracker, bit it and then laid it back down. One child started to cry. I looked at the director and patted my chest, as if to ask, “Can I pick up the child?” She looked at me and yelled, “Nyet (No)!”, and then, within a blink of the eye, she walked to the child, threw her hand back and slapped the child across the face. With a violent hiccup, the baby stopped crying and picked up the cracker.

I knew without question, the Lord had just answered the many why’s of my heart. He wanted me to see first hand an example of the trauma that my babies had faced.  As only the Lord can do, by looking into the face of their trauma, I came to a better understanding of my own.

Trauma has a way of keeping our eyes focused on our pain; that’s how the enemy of this world works. He will cloud your vision so that you are limited to looking at yourself, instead of the eyes of God. It’s only when we see through our pain, to our Father in Heaven, that true healing takes place.  Then, as is His wont, He will use what we have learned from our own pain to help others with theirs…

“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction so that we will be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.” 2 Corinthians 1:3-4

Has pain rendered you immobile? Whisper this name…


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  1. Tom Mathis on February 6, 2018 at 6:13 pm

    Rhonda, your message always touchs my heart and challenges me.
    May God continue to bless your family and ministry.

    • RhondaMadge on February 7, 2018 at 11:32 am

      Thank you Tom! It’s such an encouragement to receive messages like this. I was so afraid to write for many years. I pray God can take these stories and use them in some way. Blessings…

  2. Patti White on February 6, 2018 at 6:31 pm

    Oh Rhonda,this experience makes my heart hurt. I know that trauma is so awful and only God can take this pain and let it become a healing salve for you and others. Keep sharing the soothing balm.

    • RhondaMadge on February 7, 2018 at 11:29 am

      Thank you Patti! I have no idea how God is going to use all these stories that He has given me. May He anoint the reader with His love.

  3. Beni on February 6, 2018 at 11:16 pm

    Looks like God opens up doors to you to touch the abused, to comfort the needy and to love the unloved.
    God bless you, heavenly ambassdor!

    • RhondaMadge on February 7, 2018 at 11:27 am

      Beni, God has given me lots of stories in which you play a big part. I have learned so much from you as you look to God for daily miracles. You are the one who is in the trenches daily. I’m humbled to be on the same team as you.

  4. Rochelle Berg on February 7, 2018 at 1:03 pm

    This TRULY blessed my heart and I know many others! His plans are not always our plans but, a trial of much pain through others is His love to US. Your two were so meant for you! So beautifully shared dear friend! My tears flow…
    Your journey was the bravest thing you will ever do in His eyes! Sweet love…xo

    • RhondaMadge on February 8, 2018 at 6:19 am

      Thank you Rochelle! Our God is amazing in how He works in so many lives at the same time. I love you!

  5. Cyndi Cooperman on February 7, 2018 at 6:47 pm


    Thank you for your honesty and sharing your heart with us. Your thoughts remind me that we are surrounded every day by the walking wounded and some days those people are ourselves. Jesus is the only one who can truly help us in this state and one of His tools is using those such as yourself who are willing to use their past and current pains to point to the Cross.

    May His blessings be upon you and your family as new doors are opened for you to share Christ’s love.

    • RhondaMadge on February 8, 2018 at 6:17 am

      Cyndi, How many people are fighting these deep problems, but never allow the root problem to be healed? Thats what I continue to ponder because it happened to me. Thank you for you words and blessings upon our family.

  6. Marcia Kotylo on February 8, 2018 at 1:50 pm

    I’m so thankful you are writing your story. I know it will help many and pray it is also a comfort to you. You are truly inspiring to me.

    • RhondaMadge on February 9, 2018 at 6:37 am

      Hi my friend! It’s so good to hear from you. As one who has seen me at my worse, then to see what God can do…well, may He receive all the glory. Thank you for such sweet words. I hope you guys are well. We love you!

  7. Tammy on February 8, 2018 at 1:52 pm

    So painful in so many different ways…it rips my heart out for those children, breaks my heart that I can’t fix it and burdens my heart over my own deficiencies in dealing with the trauma, both theirs and my own.

    • RhondaMadge on February 9, 2018 at 6:35 am

      Everything points back to God doesn’t it? We are all inadequate to deal with such pain and heartache. Then to make it worse, the enemy keeps us focused on our battles versus looking at the One who can ultimately bring peace. “Seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness and all will be added to you.” To see Him first is the key and then understand that you are loved by the Creator of the Universe. Every time I think about that, it blows me away. Tammy, if you need prayer, let me know. Thank you for sharing with me.

  8. Robin on February 9, 2018 at 4:04 am

    Rhonda, thank you for sharing your heart.. when i think of the pain ive encountered in the past I’ve never thought of it as trauma but it is, truma to my heart. Only the Lord can heal it…slowly but surely as I’ve given in He has been healing it. Love you!

    • RhondaMadge on February 9, 2018 at 6:23 am

      Robin, I don’t think any of us has looked at it as trauma. And you are so right, as we give our hearts and hurts to Him, He heals…not as the world heals, but only He can get to the root of such pain. Thank you for sharing. It’s such an encouragement to me. I love you too!

      • Paula Wood on February 11, 2018 at 4:19 pm

        Oh how the world needs Jesus! Thank you for this touching reminder that private pain exists and there is an answer through live. So grateful you and your family were in my family’s lives. Blessings – and keep writing.

        • RhondaMadge on February 13, 2018 at 4:24 pm

          Thank you Paula. This world does need Jesus for sure because we all need more love. Thank you for your encouragement. I love getting to know Emily and Kevin and now you get to enjoy a grandson…not that I’m jealous 🙂

  9. Linda Mask on February 10, 2018 at 10:00 am

    This touched my heart. Thank you for your obedience to share these stories and experiences with everyone. My heart aches for what your babies went through before they were adopted. What a testimony they have. Love you, sweet lady.

    • RhondaMadge on February 13, 2018 at 4:26 pm

      Thank you Linda! I love you too. I’m not sure how we would have made it without your love and support.

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