Julie Canon-Yaro - Broken Is Better Than Bent: Real Life Miracles

broken

is better

Than bent

Real Life Miracles

Julie Canon-Yaro

Broken Is Better than Bent

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Copyright 2021 by Julie Canon-Yaro

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ISBN: 978-1-63769-224-0

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Dedication

A special thank you for the following:

• The Lord, the only one who opened my eyes to see and accept this truth.
• Larry, a co-worker who shared this truth with me for the first time in my life.
• Bethel Baptist Church in Schaumburg, Illinois, for helping disciple me in my walk with Christ as a new believer.
• Pastor Chuck Mironas of Hope Community Church in Park Ridge, Illinois, for allowing me to use his sermon title as the title for this book.
• My friend Serena, for spending countless hours helping me write this book.
• The team at Trilogy Christian Publishers, for their patience with me as a first time author.
• My children, for their help and support.

To God be the glory for bringing us all together to accomplish His will. May He bless all of you; your efforts do not go unnoticed. He is the rewarder of those who do good for His Kingdom.

Table of Contents

Patient # 3Chocolate Ice Cream After Suicide Attempt,
but Still Trying to Finish It

PREFACE

Have you ever felt that you are lost?

Have you ever had a longing for peace?

Have you ever wondered if what you hear or believe is the real truth?

Do you wonder whether God can supply your needs, especially your hearts deepest?

Have you ever felt like hurting yourself because no one cares?

Have you ever felt your prayers are like wishes, and nothing visible is in sight?

The answers for all these questions can be found in these short real-life stories of people just like you in search for the real thing. Lets journey with them and find out for ourselves!

LOST & FOUND HOPE

I thought I had it all together in lifewonderful parents, loving siblings, a good education, nice friends, and having a good report before all for my behavior, studies, and religion. I never knew what I missed until that unforgettable day

BRUSH WITH DEATH

Hi, I am Rebecca*, an Iraqi by birth. I am from Nineveh, Iraq. My birth was far from normal; my mother and father, as first-time parents, struggled because my moms condition was very critical. My dad rushed her to a hospital in Baghdad from Nineveh, and there I was born, their firstborn. Because I developed complications, I was placed in an incubator immediately.

After my birth, my mom herself had another major complication that took her to the doorstep of death, but God had other plans for her.

After I was born, my father moved our family to Baghdad, and that was where I grew up along with my siblings.

HAVING IT ALL!

My family belonged to Assyrian Church of the East, where my father was one of the Sunday school directors and held a respectable position in the society as a professor of literature. My mother was a loving housewife, a gentle mother, and the greatest supporter of my dad in the worldand, more specifically, the Assyrian Church of the East.

I grew up in a very religious environment and was such a stickler to rules. I even had the audacity to consider myself a second version of Virgin Mary in the Bible! I believed I was so good and holy that if Jesus was to come for the second time (as in the Bible), He would be born through me as I fit all Gods standards! I even used to hold church services and take the Holy Communion services with my dolls in my bedroom, thats how religious I was and so proud of my goodness.

Growing up, I was a very promising student with all top grades, punctual, an ideal student. I thought I had it all. Despite all this success and fame as the smartest, most religious, and most beautiful young girl in my school, I questioned inside my heart whether these traditions were the right way. Because I was restless inside, the search beganunconsciously.

LOST WORLD

During college, I was discriminated against as a Christian, which later turned to severe religious aggression and oppression. Because of that, I was forced to flee my country, leaving behind all I love: my family, church, and education. I was studying medicine to become a doctor at that time. I left Iraq, and lived in different countries, fell in love, got married, and finally settled in the USA. I thought all was going to be fine now, as I had a husband and a house. I was super-excited because I was back in college, working towards my medical degree.

My perfect little world turned upside down when my husband left me suddenly; he left me stranded, numb with shock and pain, abandoned me as he dropped me off at my uncles house in another state. He drove me to my uncles house, left me there, and six weeks later, he sent me the divorce papers in the mail.

This made me question everything in my life. There I was, the girl who once thought I had it all, shipwrecked and broken with no hope at all. I lost everything: my husband, my medical education, and the baby we were expecting to have in four months. I lost my firstborn son before his birth; I lost him by a forced abortion. Middle Eastern culture had taught me to be obedient to my husband, but failed to tell me, Not if he forced you to do something that God did not allow.

Unfortunately, with that mind set, having no family and nowhere to go, and after a long battle against the abortion, I could not fight anymore. I gave up. I was physically dying, and I believed that my son and I would die together during the abortion, but I survived. I wished I had not!

I would have rather died than live with the guilt and depression that crept on me after that experience. Life was not the same for me; every day I would think of my baby and the fear of facing God. I saw myself as a criminal--dirty, full of guilt, and a shamed woman. Just the opposite of Mary, the mother of Jesus.