Dear Facebook,
I'm breaking up with you. . . Well kind of. It's not that I don't like you. Actually, I really do. Well, I did . . . In the beginning. ACTUALLY, if I'm being completely honest in the beginning it was just plain awkward. There, I said it. But it was. I mean, I only hooked up with you in the first place because some friends told me about you, how great you were, sooo much cooler than MySpace & they were from the States & so they HAD to be right, didn't they?
And I have to say, at first it was kinda weird & slightly uncomfortable because apparently not many people here in NZ knew about you, well none of my friends anyway. It took a while for people to get used to you, I guess. But a couple of months in & BAM, suddenly I had friend requests coming in thick & fast. I accepted close friends, I reconnected with old friends . . . & connected with friends I barely knew, & some I may or may not say 'hi' to when passing in the street, & some who I definitely did not know & most definitely would not say 'hi' to when passing in the street. It was great. All these friends. Aah, they were good times.
I loved to visit with you & find a new message on my wall from a friend or family member. I felt so loved. The opportunity to upload photos & let friends & family see what was happening in my life was just wonderful. I was a little unsure of the whole 'status update' thing at first. What could I say, to the whole wide world that was so important anyway? But it didn't take too long to get the hang of it & judging by the updates from friends, we were all catching on pretty quickly. It was great scrolling through friends' photos - seeing how they'd changed over the years, the adventures they'd been on, the partners they'd chosen, the children they'd produced. I don't know why, but it took me a while to get the hang of 'liking' updates or photos. But I must admit, it was wonderful to experience the convenience of simply clicking a button to show my appreciation or approval, rather than having to think up a meaningful comment to communicate the same. 'Selfies' were a revelation & I have to admit, one I grew weary with rather quickly. I'm not trying to criticise, it's just . . . Well, enough said on that topic.
Look, don't get me wrong, it was mostly wonderful. Really. I truly loved being connected to others in the way you allowed, during a time in my life when I was physically disconnected because of distance & the general business of life as a young mama. It's just that somewhere along the line it all changed. I'm sorry to say, things kinda soured for me. I didn't realise at the time but I can pretty much tell you the exact day it all went downhill for me - the day my third baby was born & I took my husband's old phone in my hot little hand for my very own & suddenly I had access to you ALL. THE. TIME. At a stage in my life where I was alone for more reasons than I care to explain, it was a comfort to know you were there just a click away & I could lose myself in you.
When I was with you, sometimes it was like no one else was around. It was just me & you (& the other 1 billion + users). & at the time i needed that comfort. Sure, sometimes I was meant to be using my time in other ways, & yeah, there were times when we were together that I could have been connecting with those around me & I chose you. It's just that you were so. darn. convenient. And easy. & you took me to another place. I could switch off when I was with you. I didn't have to think. & that was SO great.
And then it wasn't. I wish I was one of those people who could take or leave you. I'm sorry, I know that sounds harsh. But you know what I mean, right? The ones who hang with you for a bit or check in here & there. But me, with my OCD tendencies & you, & your alluring nature, well, it was all or nothing. Ok, it was all. This is the hard part Facebook, because I really do like you. You're great. No really, it's not you, it's me. And I'm sorry, but I just can't do this anymore. It's not goodbye, I promise. Just . . . from now on, let's leave it at a working relationship, shall we? Please don't think of me as using you . . . More, just utilizing your strengths. Ok?
Kind regards,
Me.
Friday, February 21, 2014
an unwanted visitor
Recently I had an unwanted visitor show up. You may know her, Depression's neurotic cousin? One minute I was merrily going about my business, the next - there she was in all her full glory, & bringing with her an instantly recognisable tight ball of worry in my stomach & a sense of dread & impending doom.
Oh, how I hate her. Loud & obnoxious, she has no social graces. Where Depression settles in quietly, like an old familiar friend, even comforting at first (deceptively so), she is desperate to make her presence known like an overbearing, opinionated relative, all 'Look at me! Look at me!!' And while Depression sits lethargic & unfeeling, she is a constant state of restlessness and agitation - all OCD and ADHD & some Tourette's thrown in for good measure. & I'm not talking about the mildly inconvenient fluttering of the eyelids or the slightly distracting twitch of the nose. No, I'm talking about full-blown 'copropraxia' and 'coprolalia' which render their victim helpless against obscene gestures & a torrent of offensive language. And the incessant chatter!! 'Are you really going to eat that? Salmonella poisoning!! You'll wish you were dead!', 'you're taking the kids for a swim in the SEA? They don't even know how to swim, they could end up drowning!!' The unsubtle stage whispers, 'that rash - hello? Meningitis?' & 'everything's going a little TOO well if you ask me.'
Like the irritating relative, she is notoriously hard to get rid of. Worse, you actually find yourself being caught up in the wild perplexity, the sense of foreboding, the apprehension, anguish & distress. And there's NOTHING YOU CAN DO!!!!! . . .
Actually there is something you can do. Well some THINGS I have learned to do. Now I'm no expert, well, I kind of am, having spent a significant amount of time with her in the past, but I've learned a few ways to distance myself from that impetuous, headstrong witch.
Distraction. When she's screaming in your ear about all the perils of swimming in the ocean, or keeps nagging about how the meat in that chicken pie tasted more like fish & 'the food poisoning is going to hit any moment now', you need to find something to distract you & her. The last time she showed up, I was on holiday. It was amazing how going for a walk in unfamiliar surroundings or forcing myself to play in the ocean (the ocean!!) with my kids brought a wonderful sense of calm & stillness inside.
Talk to someone. If you are really successful at pretending you have all your proverbial 'shit together' then this may be an incredibly hard step to take. I wouldn't know, I've never even been able to pretend that I have my act together so talking to a trusted friend isn't as hard as I once thought it might be. Take a risk, they might surprise you with empathy & the offer of prayer.
And finally, talk back. My mum taught me this one when I was 14. Counter the thinly veiled lies with the plain, solid truth. Any time you feel the familiar twinges & niggles, use your sternest teacher voice & repeat after me,
2 Timothy 1:7 - 'For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.'
1 John 4 v 18a - 'There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear . . . '
Isaiah 26:3 - 'You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you.'
Philippians 4:6-7 - 'Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.'
There is power in those words that will silence THE loudest, THE most obnoxious. I promise.
Oh, how I hate her. Loud & obnoxious, she has no social graces. Where Depression settles in quietly, like an old familiar friend, even comforting at first (deceptively so), she is desperate to make her presence known like an overbearing, opinionated relative, all 'Look at me! Look at me!!' And while Depression sits lethargic & unfeeling, she is a constant state of restlessness and agitation - all OCD and ADHD & some Tourette's thrown in for good measure. & I'm not talking about the mildly inconvenient fluttering of the eyelids or the slightly distracting twitch of the nose. No, I'm talking about full-blown 'copropraxia' and 'coprolalia' which render their victim helpless against obscene gestures & a torrent of offensive language. And the incessant chatter!! 'Are you really going to eat that? Salmonella poisoning!! You'll wish you were dead!', 'you're taking the kids for a swim in the SEA? They don't even know how to swim, they could end up drowning!!' The unsubtle stage whispers, 'that rash - hello? Meningitis?' & 'everything's going a little TOO well if you ask me.'
Like the irritating relative, she is notoriously hard to get rid of. Worse, you actually find yourself being caught up in the wild perplexity, the sense of foreboding, the apprehension, anguish & distress. And there's NOTHING YOU CAN DO!!!!! . . .
Actually there is something you can do. Well some THINGS I have learned to do. Now I'm no expert, well, I kind of am, having spent a significant amount of time with her in the past, but I've learned a few ways to distance myself from that impetuous, headstrong witch.
Distraction. When she's screaming in your ear about all the perils of swimming in the ocean, or keeps nagging about how the meat in that chicken pie tasted more like fish & 'the food poisoning is going to hit any moment now', you need to find something to distract you & her. The last time she showed up, I was on holiday. It was amazing how going for a walk in unfamiliar surroundings or forcing myself to play in the ocean (the ocean!!) with my kids brought a wonderful sense of calm & stillness inside.
Talk to someone. If you are really successful at pretending you have all your proverbial 'shit together' then this may be an incredibly hard step to take. I wouldn't know, I've never even been able to pretend that I have my act together so talking to a trusted friend isn't as hard as I once thought it might be. Take a risk, they might surprise you with empathy & the offer of prayer.
And finally, talk back. My mum taught me this one when I was 14. Counter the thinly veiled lies with the plain, solid truth. Any time you feel the familiar twinges & niggles, use your sternest teacher voice & repeat after me,
2 Timothy 1:7 - 'For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind.'
1 John 4 v 18a - 'There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear . . . '
Isaiah 26:3 - 'You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you.'
Philippians 4:6-7 - 'Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.'
There is power in those words that will silence THE loudest, THE most obnoxious. I promise.
Sunday, April 1, 2012
known
This morning as we all rose & began preparing ourselves for the day, it was quickly apparent that Bruno had woken up feeling a little 'fragile'. As we had breakfast, said goodbye to Dad, & began to get dressed for kindy there were several grumpy moments. Finally, in a huff Bruno stormed off to his bedroom, where his little whimpers soon turned into deep sobs & wails of, 'Where's my daddy? I want my daddy. I WANT MY DADDY!' I did my best to comfort him (while still in a mad rush to get to kindy on time) but I knew that only a cuddle with his daddy would really give him what he needed. I can empathize - I remember times when I was little where I just wanted 'my mummy'. No-one else would do, & although I might allow another adult to settle me, in my heart I didn't feel truly comforted until I was back in my mother's arms.
A few days ago, I was having coffee with a close friend & sharing about something difficult I experienced, with my family, during my teenage years & early 20's. It was something I hadn't thought about for quite some time & in the days following, I found myself thinking not only about what I had shared with my friend, but the many other incidents surrounding this 'situation'. Experiences that (at the time) I didn't think your average, nice Christian kid, in your average, nice Christian family, would usually encounter. How could I ever explain to someone what its like to see your parents & siblings being hurt in that way? All the bizarre experiences, the difficulties, & dramas that we went through, as individual family members, during this time? 'No-one will ever know', I thought, 'maybe if they've been through it too. But its still different. No-one really knows what its like to be me & stand where I've stood.' It had been so long since I'd thought about that period of my life, but it stirred up an old, familiar sadness. 'No one will ever know'.
When I was 17, I fell in love with this guy - he was my first love. I knew, without a doubt, that he was 'the one' & I wanted to be with him for always. When he broke up with me a year later my little 18 year old heart was broken. I felt unloveable, rejected. I actually grieved like someone had died. During that time I found myself thinking, 'I'm alone in this. No one will ever understand. No one will ever know.'
I know I'm not unique in having these thoughts & feelings. We all go through times of darkness and pain. The difficulty is in the isolation we can experience during that time. The realization that no other person completely understands exactly what I am experiencing. My first name means 'God is watching'. At times, it is easy to imagine that He is indeed watching, but from afar, distant & unfeeling. My Bible suggests otherwise.
Psalm 147 v 3 - He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
Psalm 34 v 18 - The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
Psalm 56 v 8 (The Msg) - You've kept track of my every toss & turn through the sleepless nights, each tear entered in Your ledger, each ache written in Your book.
This morning, like Bruno I woke up feeling 'fragile'; sad for no particular reason. In my life, I have experienced both difficulty and pain, and wonderful moments of joy & peace. I live a life of purpose and know that I am so blessed, and I am (mostly) content. But underneath all of that, I experience this longing. Just below the surface, it remains. I have this recurring dream where this old guy gives me a hug. Now, in reality, I'm not big on the hugging thing, but in my dream, it is a wonderful thing. In his embrace, I feel known & loved and I never want him to let go. After having this same dream several times, I began to realize that the 'old guy' was really a glimpse of my longing for God. This morning, as I heard Bruno cry, my heart echoed his sobs of, 'Where's my daddy? I want my daddy!' Sometimes, when I feel like I am all alone in this, my greatest longing is to be known & loved, in my Father's embrace. Like my dreams, that last mere moments, I can only grasp fleetingly the love & fulfillment to be found in Him. But as I long for my Father, I have hope that one day I will see Him face to face & understand fully what it is to be truly known.
Psalm 73 vs 25-26 - Whom have I in heaven but You? And earth has nothing I desire besides You.
My flesh and my heart may fail,but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
1 Corinthians 13 v 12 - For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part: then I shall know fully, even as I am FULLY KNOWN.
The following youtube clip is Brooke Fraser singing 'C.S. Lewis Song'
A few days ago, I was having coffee with a close friend & sharing about something difficult I experienced, with my family, during my teenage years & early 20's. It was something I hadn't thought about for quite some time & in the days following, I found myself thinking not only about what I had shared with my friend, but the many other incidents surrounding this 'situation'. Experiences that (at the time) I didn't think your average, nice Christian kid, in your average, nice Christian family, would usually encounter. How could I ever explain to someone what its like to see your parents & siblings being hurt in that way? All the bizarre experiences, the difficulties, & dramas that we went through, as individual family members, during this time? 'No-one will ever know', I thought, 'maybe if they've been through it too. But its still different. No-one really knows what its like to be me & stand where I've stood.' It had been so long since I'd thought about that period of my life, but it stirred up an old, familiar sadness. 'No one will ever know'.
When I was 17, I fell in love with this guy - he was my first love. I knew, without a doubt, that he was 'the one' & I wanted to be with him for always. When he broke up with me a year later my little 18 year old heart was broken. I felt unloveable, rejected. I actually grieved like someone had died. During that time I found myself thinking, 'I'm alone in this. No one will ever understand. No one will ever know.'
I know I'm not unique in having these thoughts & feelings. We all go through times of darkness and pain. The difficulty is in the isolation we can experience during that time. The realization that no other person completely understands exactly what I am experiencing. My first name means 'God is watching'. At times, it is easy to imagine that He is indeed watching, but from afar, distant & unfeeling. My Bible suggests otherwise.
Psalm 147 v 3 - He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.
Psalm 34 v 18 - The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.
Psalm 56 v 8 (The Msg) - You've kept track of my every toss & turn through the sleepless nights, each tear entered in Your ledger, each ache written in Your book.
This morning, like Bruno I woke up feeling 'fragile'; sad for no particular reason. In my life, I have experienced both difficulty and pain, and wonderful moments of joy & peace. I live a life of purpose and know that I am so blessed, and I am (mostly) content. But underneath all of that, I experience this longing. Just below the surface, it remains. I have this recurring dream where this old guy gives me a hug. Now, in reality, I'm not big on the hugging thing, but in my dream, it is a wonderful thing. In his embrace, I feel known & loved and I never want him to let go. After having this same dream several times, I began to realize that the 'old guy' was really a glimpse of my longing for God. This morning, as I heard Bruno cry, my heart echoed his sobs of, 'Where's my daddy? I want my daddy!' Sometimes, when I feel like I am all alone in this, my greatest longing is to be known & loved, in my Father's embrace. Like my dreams, that last mere moments, I can only grasp fleetingly the love & fulfillment to be found in Him. But as I long for my Father, I have hope that one day I will see Him face to face & understand fully what it is to be truly known.
Psalm 73 vs 25-26 - Whom have I in heaven but You? And earth has nothing I desire besides You.
My flesh and my heart may fail,but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
1 Corinthians 13 v 12 - For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part: then I shall know fully, even as I am FULLY KNOWN.
The following youtube clip is Brooke Fraser singing 'C.S. Lewis Song'
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
watching and waiting . . .
It was 4 o'clock in the morning & I could hear the rain falling outside. I'd been awake for hours - unable to sleep because of the unrest inside me. I crept out from underneath my mosquito net & knelt down on the dusty, wooden floorboards. What was I doing here? I'd come to Tonga, thinking I would be able to give so much. Instead I was so broken & empty inside, there was nothing to give. Like I had done so many times before, I cried out to God. 'I need You. Please help me. Please take this burden away. Take this darkness from me.' & then I fell silent, waiting. I wanted to be whole, I wanted to be a free & happy person. I knew this was something bigger than I was capable of fixing. And so, like I felt I'd been doing for so long, I waited.
We are all waiting for something. Constrained by the limits of time, we spend our lives waiting. Every day we find ourselves waiting for a red light to turn green, stuck in a long queue at the supermarket, looking forward to the time when our toddler no longer needs to be in nappies. All trivial stuff. But what about the bigger things? The young lady waiting to see if the invasive & painful surgeries, chemotherapy & radiation treatments have been successful, a couple, trying to conceive, anxiously waiting & hoping that this will be the month, an elderly couple having lived a long, hard life, tired now, just waiting . . .
I have learned that there is nothing quite like sharing the company of a couple of busy preschoolers all day, to make me realize I really am not a very patient person. I seem to be endlessly waiting for them - and on them! However, I know that in order for them to learn, sometimes I have to allow them to work things out for themselves & then practice over and over and over and over . . . . & sometimes that takes a LOT of patience! But we expect that, right? They are just little people after all.
Waiting for God is a whole other story. The way I see it He's God Almighty. All-knowing, all-present, & most importantly all-powerful God! He can do anything. At the snap of His fingers . . . He doesn't even have to snap His fingers & its done. And I'm His child, right? So, its not unreasonable to suggest that any kind, loving parent would give their kid what they need . . . is it? I'm not even talking about wants - I mean, I get that if I ask Him to let me win the Lotto, or to randomly be given some flashy new car when the one I have is just fine, that maybe He's not going to give it to me. But what about when we come to God in genuine need - asking for healing from an illness, some kind of intervention in a marriage that is going under, help when we don't even know how we will pay the bills this week . . .and instead of seeing Him answer the way any good parent should, we find silence and are left waiting.
In those times of waiting, I think we have three choices. Firstly, we can throw our hands up in frustration & disgust & walk away. In this instance I have found myself overcome by a sense of hopelessness & dismay and anger towards God. 'I'm nothing to Him. He doesn't care about me. He's sitting there in His lofty heights & has forgotten I even exist.'
We can try to force His hand, attempting to manipulate Him into making a move. 'Come on, can't You see I need this? Don't You love me? If You really loved me, You'd do something!'
There is a third option. And that's to keep on waiting. When you are waiting for something that you NEED, that can actually be a very difficult, even painful experience. Why would we keep waiting? Why should we keep trusting? What is there to hold onto when we all we can do is wait?
His promises.
Isaiah 30 v 18 - Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you; therefore He will rise up to show you compassion. For the Lord is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for Him!
Psalm 40 v 1 - I waited patiently for the Lord; He turned to me and heard my cry.
Isaiah 64 v 4 - Since ancient times no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any God besides you, who acts on behalf of those who wait for Him.
It can be hard waiting, especially when we can't see how things will work out, when we are hurting, when we have been waiting for so long. But when we remember Who He is, a God of love & compassion who listens to His children, we can wait knowing that He won't let us down. Even though our circumstances would suggest otherwise, we can rest in Him, knowing that He will be faithful to come through.
Habakkuk 3 v 16b - 17 - . . . Yet I will wait patiently . . . though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Saviour.
Psalm 5 v 3 - In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.
Micah 7 v 7 - But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my Saviour; MY GOD WILL HEAR ME.
As I knelt on the floor in the darkness, I wondered if God even heard my cry, if He would ever take away the hurting. I opened my Bible & stumbled on this glimmer of hope - Psalm 118 v 5 - In my anguish I cried to the Lord, and He answered by setting me free. It has been a long & difficult journey but He has been faithful to me, bringing healing & lifting me out of the darkness. And I believe that He is a kind & loving parent who longs to give His kids what we need, in His time.
Ecclesiastes 3 v 11 - He has made all things beautiful in His time.
Recently I heard international speaker, Joel Holm speak on 'Waiting for God' which has helped me further my understanding on the subject & helped shape my ideas, expressed here. If you want to learn more from this awesome guy here's a link to his own blog. www.starthope.com
We are all waiting for something. Constrained by the limits of time, we spend our lives waiting. Every day we find ourselves waiting for a red light to turn green, stuck in a long queue at the supermarket, looking forward to the time when our toddler no longer needs to be in nappies. All trivial stuff. But what about the bigger things? The young lady waiting to see if the invasive & painful surgeries, chemotherapy & radiation treatments have been successful, a couple, trying to conceive, anxiously waiting & hoping that this will be the month, an elderly couple having lived a long, hard life, tired now, just waiting . . .
I have learned that there is nothing quite like sharing the company of a couple of busy preschoolers all day, to make me realize I really am not a very patient person. I seem to be endlessly waiting for them - and on them! However, I know that in order for them to learn, sometimes I have to allow them to work things out for themselves & then practice over and over and over and over . . . . & sometimes that takes a LOT of patience! But we expect that, right? They are just little people after all.
Waiting for God is a whole other story. The way I see it He's God Almighty. All-knowing, all-present, & most importantly all-powerful God! He can do anything. At the snap of His fingers . . . He doesn't even have to snap His fingers & its done. And I'm His child, right? So, its not unreasonable to suggest that any kind, loving parent would give their kid what they need . . . is it? I'm not even talking about wants - I mean, I get that if I ask Him to let me win the Lotto, or to randomly be given some flashy new car when the one I have is just fine, that maybe He's not going to give it to me. But what about when we come to God in genuine need - asking for healing from an illness, some kind of intervention in a marriage that is going under, help when we don't even know how we will pay the bills this week . . .and instead of seeing Him answer the way any good parent should, we find silence and are left waiting.
In those times of waiting, I think we have three choices. Firstly, we can throw our hands up in frustration & disgust & walk away. In this instance I have found myself overcome by a sense of hopelessness & dismay and anger towards God. 'I'm nothing to Him. He doesn't care about me. He's sitting there in His lofty heights & has forgotten I even exist.'
We can try to force His hand, attempting to manipulate Him into making a move. 'Come on, can't You see I need this? Don't You love me? If You really loved me, You'd do something!'
There is a third option. And that's to keep on waiting. When you are waiting for something that you NEED, that can actually be a very difficult, even painful experience. Why would we keep waiting? Why should we keep trusting? What is there to hold onto when we all we can do is wait?
His promises.
Isaiah 30 v 18 - Yet the Lord longs to be gracious to you; therefore He will rise up to show you compassion. For the Lord is a God of justice. Blessed are all who wait for Him!
Psalm 40 v 1 - I waited patiently for the Lord; He turned to me and heard my cry.
Isaiah 64 v 4 - Since ancient times no one has heard, no ear has perceived, no eye has seen any God besides you, who acts on behalf of those who wait for Him.
It can be hard waiting, especially when we can't see how things will work out, when we are hurting, when we have been waiting for so long. But when we remember Who He is, a God of love & compassion who listens to His children, we can wait knowing that He won't let us down. Even though our circumstances would suggest otherwise, we can rest in Him, knowing that He will be faithful to come through.
Habakkuk 3 v 16b - 17 - . . . Yet I will wait patiently . . . though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my Saviour.
Psalm 5 v 3 - In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.
Micah 7 v 7 - But as for me, I watch in hope for the Lord, I wait for God my Saviour; MY GOD WILL HEAR ME.
As I knelt on the floor in the darkness, I wondered if God even heard my cry, if He would ever take away the hurting. I opened my Bible & stumbled on this glimmer of hope - Psalm 118 v 5 - In my anguish I cried to the Lord, and He answered by setting me free. It has been a long & difficult journey but He has been faithful to me, bringing healing & lifting me out of the darkness. And I believe that He is a kind & loving parent who longs to give His kids what we need, in His time.
Ecclesiastes 3 v 11 - He has made all things beautiful in His time.
Recently I heard international speaker, Joel Holm speak on 'Waiting for God' which has helped me further my understanding on the subject & helped shape my ideas, expressed here. If you want to learn more from this awesome guy here's a link to his own blog. www.starthope.com
Monday, November 7, 2011
in the eye of the beholder . . .
I remember once, as a little kid, being snuggled up in bed next to my mum. I listened to the long, slow, even breaths in & out as she slept. I moved away from her a little, propped myself up on my elbows and watched her with curiosity. I studied her face – the line of her eyebrows, her round, jubey nose, her lips slightly parted, the shape of her cheeks, her chin. I remember squinting my eyes, trying to view her, not as my mum who i had known my whole life, but as a stranger would see her, just some random lady. I had always seen her as beautiful but i found myself asking, ‘what does she really LOOK like?’ and ‘is she really pretty?’
Earlier this year i started gaining weight rapidly & in an effort to counter that, i joined a weight loss program. I had checked with the doctor what my healthy weight range was, & set myself a realistic weight-loss goal. I was sharing my progress with my mother-in-law when she asked me, ‘so, why are you trying to lose weight anyway?’ I thought about it for a few seconds & then replied that i wanted to be fit and healthy for my kids, & that i wanted to make an effort to look attractive for my husband. That was the truth. Partly. What i didn’t share with her was the other part. The part about my life-long desire to be slim. Deliciously slim. Maybe even a little bit skinny.
As long as i can remember i have struggled with my appearance – feeling overweight & unattractive. I have spent a considerable amount of time either trying to lose weight or feeling guilty because i wasn’t trying to lose weight. I have at times, loathed my appearance & felt angry at God for making all these beautiful people . . . & then making me. At best, i have tried to accept that i am just not that attractive, & tried to get on with the more important aspects of life. I would worry that the readers of this blog might think i’m a tad self-obsessed or slightly neurotic (i don’t completely disagree) except that, i have a sneaking suspicion i’m not the only female to feel this way. And don’t get me wrong. In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with trying to maintain a healthy body weight, or making an effort to look attractive.
But i believe that this is more than that. There is this sick, distorted perspective of beauty which finds me gazing at the underweight models in magazines, & the tiny, toned, bronzed bodies of singers on t.v. & longing to look like them. Where i stand on the scales & in dismay, exclaim to my husband that i have only lost 200 grams instead of a kilogram. Or looking at old photos & instead of thinking ‘i was having such a great time there’ or ‘what a wonderful memory’ i find myself thinking ‘yuck, look how fat I was there’ or ‘what was I thinking, wearing those unflattering shorts?’. And from the discussions i have had with many girl friends, i know i’m not unique in holding this unbalanced perspective. It is rampant among we women. Bred into us from an early age. And yes, we are bombarded with messages from the media that tell us if we just diet a little more, try this treatment or buy that product maybe we can be beautiful too. But i don’t believe the worst culprits in all of this are the media.
Research is revealing an alarming rate of girls with an unhealthy perception of body image. I recently watched a documentary where a random group of girls between the age of about 8-9 to 12 years were shown three photos of themselves. Two had been distorted so that the girl looked thinner or heavier than the third, accurate picture. They were asked to identify which photo was the ‘real’ them & which they felt they should look like. An overwhelming amount of girls felt the photo that showed them as larger was the genuine thing, & almost all of them said that they most preferred the underweight version of themselves. The researchers expected media & peers to be the most significant influences in the way girls viewed themselves. However, during conversation, after the ‘experiment’, the subject of how their mothers’ viewed themselves, arose. One girl after another shared how their mother would stand in front of the mirror & make remarks like, ‘I’m just a fat pig’. . . ‘I need to lose some weight – my bum is huge’. . . ‘I hate my big stomach’. At the conclusion of the experiment, the findings were shared with the mothers. Firstly they were alarmed to think that their young girls felt that way about themselves, and secondly they admitted that they had indeed made those negative comments in front of their daughters, on a regular basis. This in turn, was having a significant impact on the girls' self-image.
I am ashamed to admit the amount of time I have spent discussing my weight & desire to be thinner with friends, my sisters & mother & my husband, in my daughter’s hearing. I began writing this blog in February this year, but abandoned it because of my ongoing struggle & because I wasn’t in a position where I had overcome my own shortcomings in this area. I do know that if there is anything I can do to avoid my daughter having these same struggles I have had – the constant guilt, self-loathing, dissatisfaction then I will do my best to change but I really believe it requires an overhaul in my thinking. I love Bugsy so much. I know that she is beautiful & that she will always be beautiful. But I also know that in coming years she is going to be assailed with messages from the media & sadly, from her peers that will seek to tell her otherwise. To impart in her a healthy view of self, I believe, is my duty to her. So, I have a lot of work to do.
I have a few ideas about where to start. And i know i can't do it in my own strength.
Romans 12 v 2 Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.
. . . and i would so value the imput of others who have been here & experienced transformation in this area. Be gentle with me.
Romans 12 v 2 Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.
. . . and i would so value the imput of others who have been here & experienced transformation in this area. Be gentle with me.
I studied my mum’s face as she slept & asked myself, ‘is she really beautiful?’. I don’t know how long i stared at her but finally i gave up, slumped down & snuggled in next to her. She was my mum, she loved me & i loved her. Of course she was beautiful.
I know in all of this i have only really talked about physical beauty. In my head, i know that real beauty is much more than that. Maybe choosing to focus on true beauty is a good place to start.
I read this story once as a little girl.
The villagers had worked hard preparing the ground, sowing the seeds, tending the crops. Finally it was harvest time. Every able bodied adult, men & women, helped with the harvest. The children played in the fields nearby. As the long day of toiling under the hot sun drew to a close, the villagers wearily began to make their way back to their homes to rest before another day out in the fields. Hearing a small child’s wail, one of the village women rushed to the little girl, upset at becoming separated from her mother.
‘What is your mother’s name?’ she asked. But the little girl could not tell her. No one nearby knew who the girl belonged to. When asked to describe her mother, the child only replied, ‘She is the most beautiful woman in the whole village’. The most beautiful woman in the village was called but when she saw the lady, the little girl shook her head. So another beautiful woman was called but again, she was not the child’s mother. Yet another attractive woman was called, and another, and another but none knew the little girl. Only the most plain women were left. Each was brought before the child but still she shook her head. The village elders were puzzled and by now the child was very distressed. ‘Is there any other mother here in the village?’ they inquired. Some of the villagers looked at one another, uncomfortably. Yes, there was one but . . . suddenly they heard frantic calls & looked to see a woman running towards the little girl. ‘My baby, my baby,’ she cried. ‘Mama,’ the child wailed. As they embraced, the village elders stared in confusion. This woman was overweight and old, toothless, with a large nose & bushy eyebrows. The little girl turned & beaming joyously, announced, ‘Thank you for finding my mama, the most beautiful woman in the village’.
Proverbs 31 v 30 Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
Psalm 45 v 11 Let the king be enthralled by your beauty; honor him, for he is your lord.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
shedding the scales
Recently i watched 'The Voyage of the Dawn Treader' at the movies. i had read & re-read all the books from C.S. Lewis' 'Chronicles of Narnia' several times growing up & was especially captivated by the story of the Dawn Treader. Maybe the reason i enjoyed it so much was that it was a story i could identify with. All the main characters at one time or another had to face & conquer their demons. i could especially relate to the challenges Eustace had to face as the enchanted dragon.
Last year i had my own personal challenges to face. In fact for many months i could have been that dragon. Living a wonderful life with a loving husband & two great kids but unable to freely enjoy living in the fullness of that because i felt trapped. Trapped, not by my circumstances, but by my identity - by who i knew myself to be. Little 'niggles' that i had tried to manage or ignore for a long time grew & grew, until they were big issues that i could no longer push away or patch up. These interfered with & hindered my most precious relationships - with my husband & my children. i decided to seek counselling.
More times than i can remember, i regretted that decision. i had naively thought that i could sort these 'issues' out quickly, without any hard work, without having to engage. But in embarking on that journey i had unleashed a dragon. The dragon being me. During that time, i know i was incredibly hard to live with. i still marvel at my husband's patience & my childrens' willingness to forgive. Throughout that process i felt vulnerable & exposed. The more honest i became & the more i was willing to face up to, the more difficult things became. Much of the time i felt like i was suffocating, like i was constantly in a struggle. My mind was in confusion & i felt like i was in a battle. i would like to say that i fought couragiously. i didn't. Most of the time i just thrashed around wildly, lashing out blindly at anyone close by. Like i said, i am blessed with a very forgiving family.
In the movie, there is a short but pivotal scene in which the dragon is sitting on the beach, exhausted & scratching at his scales, attempting to shed his skin. In the end it is Aslan who must remove the scales & in so doing reveals the new Eustace. In the book, C.S. Lewis elaborates on this process & talks about the pain involved. This scene had a deep impact on me. During my time in counselling, i was able to identify significant past experiences that had contributed to the way i saw myself & life, and my resulting thoughts, beliefs & behaviours. This knowledge was helpful to some extent. But so what? i didn't know what to do with that knowledge. I couldn't feel what i was supposed to feel, i didn't know how to deal with emotions. I couldn't move forward. Like the dragon i had some limited success at removing some scales but there was no breakthrough, no transformation. I was exhausted, i couldn't fight any more & so finally i surrendered. Not to my situation, past experiences or to fate. i surrendered to Someone.
In the movie, there are moments that Lucy craves, moments she longs for; the times when Aslan appears - usually only briefly, when everything becomes still; time is suspended, & everything is in his control. I empathize with Lucy's longing. There were so many times last year when i longed for God to appear. i know it sounds crazy but i just wanted to know His tangible presence. i wanted Him to be there with me, physically. i thought, if He just came down, just for a moment, if i could touch Him, if He could tell me in an audible voice that He loved me . . .then everything would be o.k., everything would fall into place & i wouldn't have to struggle anymore.
Shortly before all of this struggling began i had a dream. i was walking along a road & to my right the road dropped away sharply. i was in total darkness & was moving forward very slowly & cautiously. Suddenly i stumbled & in an attempt to regain some balance i threw my hands out. In that moment my right hand connected with something. i realized it was resting on the side of some great beast & this beast was between me & the edge of the road. It was moving forward slowly & steadily, & with my hand still resting there i moved forward too, still unable to see anything. The feelings i experienced are difficult to explain. I could hardly breathe, terrified because i knew this beast was powerful & dangerous and yet . . . completely protected because of its presence. We continued to move forward silently until i reached safety & then it was gone. When i woke up i wondered if this might be something like being in God's presence.
Even though i knew it was only a dream, throughout the difficult times that dream would give me hope. And so finally i surrendered. i surrendered to God. & admitted to Him that it wasn't something i could sort out or control. i needed Him. And so He tore at the scales. it was uncomfortable. it hurt.
but then He spoke to me, not in a loud roar. More like a whisper. Through His Word & a picture, & a dream . . . and then there was a gentle realization that i wasn't the dragon anymore. i was me. but i was a new me.
2 Corinthians 5 v 17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.
Last year i had my own personal challenges to face. In fact for many months i could have been that dragon. Living a wonderful life with a loving husband & two great kids but unable to freely enjoy living in the fullness of that because i felt trapped. Trapped, not by my circumstances, but by my identity - by who i knew myself to be. Little 'niggles' that i had tried to manage or ignore for a long time grew & grew, until they were big issues that i could no longer push away or patch up. These interfered with & hindered my most precious relationships - with my husband & my children. i decided to seek counselling.
More times than i can remember, i regretted that decision. i had naively thought that i could sort these 'issues' out quickly, without any hard work, without having to engage. But in embarking on that journey i had unleashed a dragon. The dragon being me. During that time, i know i was incredibly hard to live with. i still marvel at my husband's patience & my childrens' willingness to forgive. Throughout that process i felt vulnerable & exposed. The more honest i became & the more i was willing to face up to, the more difficult things became. Much of the time i felt like i was suffocating, like i was constantly in a struggle. My mind was in confusion & i felt like i was in a battle. i would like to say that i fought couragiously. i didn't. Most of the time i just thrashed around wildly, lashing out blindly at anyone close by. Like i said, i am blessed with a very forgiving family.
In the movie, there is a short but pivotal scene in which the dragon is sitting on the beach, exhausted & scratching at his scales, attempting to shed his skin. In the end it is Aslan who must remove the scales & in so doing reveals the new Eustace. In the book, C.S. Lewis elaborates on this process & talks about the pain involved. This scene had a deep impact on me. During my time in counselling, i was able to identify significant past experiences that had contributed to the way i saw myself & life, and my resulting thoughts, beliefs & behaviours. This knowledge was helpful to some extent. But so what? i didn't know what to do with that knowledge. I couldn't feel what i was supposed to feel, i didn't know how to deal with emotions. I couldn't move forward. Like the dragon i had some limited success at removing some scales but there was no breakthrough, no transformation. I was exhausted, i couldn't fight any more & so finally i surrendered. Not to my situation, past experiences or to fate. i surrendered to Someone.
In the movie, there are moments that Lucy craves, moments she longs for; the times when Aslan appears - usually only briefly, when everything becomes still; time is suspended, & everything is in his control. I empathize with Lucy's longing. There were so many times last year when i longed for God to appear. i know it sounds crazy but i just wanted to know His tangible presence. i wanted Him to be there with me, physically. i thought, if He just came down, just for a moment, if i could touch Him, if He could tell me in an audible voice that He loved me . . .then everything would be o.k., everything would fall into place & i wouldn't have to struggle anymore.
Shortly before all of this struggling began i had a dream. i was walking along a road & to my right the road dropped away sharply. i was in total darkness & was moving forward very slowly & cautiously. Suddenly i stumbled & in an attempt to regain some balance i threw my hands out. In that moment my right hand connected with something. i realized it was resting on the side of some great beast & this beast was between me & the edge of the road. It was moving forward slowly & steadily, & with my hand still resting there i moved forward too, still unable to see anything. The feelings i experienced are difficult to explain. I could hardly breathe, terrified because i knew this beast was powerful & dangerous and yet . . . completely protected because of its presence. We continued to move forward silently until i reached safety & then it was gone. When i woke up i wondered if this might be something like being in God's presence.
Even though i knew it was only a dream, throughout the difficult times that dream would give me hope. And so finally i surrendered. i surrendered to God. & admitted to Him that it wasn't something i could sort out or control. i needed Him. And so He tore at the scales. it was uncomfortable. it hurt.
but then He spoke to me, not in a loud roar. More like a whisper. Through His Word & a picture, & a dream . . . and then there was a gentle realization that i wasn't the dragon anymore. i was me. but i was a new me.
2 Corinthians 5 v 17 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
a new identity
i'm breaking my rules tonight. This blog won't be about my children. It won't be an attempt at some well-constructed writing. i just want to write a little bit about what is currently going on for me. i am doing some growing & its really hard. i'm struggling. let me explain.
i was brought up in a Christian family. At 16 i saw so much hypocrisy in Christian circles & i was filled with doubt about the whole 'God' thing. i remember i was at a crossroads - would i chose to continue following this Christian faith or would i walk away from it all & find my own way? i was miserable at the time, empty & i felt like i had no direction. i cried out to God one night, just a simple request - 'God, you got to help me 'cos otherwise i don't know what i'm gonna do . . . ' that was all. Over the next few days i discovered a new peace, no big revelation or anything, just a quiet calm inside & something interesting when i read the Bible. It came alive for me in a completely new way. it spoke to me. i came to the conclusion that a lot of Christians ARE hypocrites (maybe we all are?) but i wasn't following them. i was going to follow Jesus. I chose Him.
Through my late teens & early twenties i struggled with depression. I didn't think of it as depression at the time. It didn't seem right that a Christian would batttle with depression. But i did, i REALLY did. I had this bizarre situation where i felt so close to God, like He was so real & relevant in my life & yet i was so miserable & didn't want to be here. i will share more about that some other time. The amazing thing was that in my first year of marriage to my utter disbelief & joy, i came through it. God really healed me in a lot of areas. Last year i stood up in church & shared some of my story. At the end i triumphantly announced that God had set me free!
Then this year it all blew up in my face. i found myself doubting whether i'd ever really been set free at all. i have to be honest, i have a pretty awesome life - a wonderful husband, two energetic, beautiful children. i love where i live, great friends . . . but . But.
Perhaps, for the first time in several years things have slowed down somewhat. Maybe i now have a little more time to sit & breath & reflect. Or maybe its just that God has His perfect timing to work things out? I'm sure there must be some Bible verse somewhere to support that statement. And part of my dilemma is knowing whether or not God has put His finger on something, that He is allowing this, or that i'm struggling simply because i'm a bad person . .. or, i don't know. Regardless, i'm struggling. All this stuff from years ago, coming up & shoving itself in my face, saying 'you have to deal with me now, whether you want to or not'. So inconvenient. Trying to learn how to forgive, & let go of anger, & allowing myself to feel some pain, instead of being numb. Its so hard. I don't want to even admit pain, it makes me feel weak. I feel like i'm fighting all the time, & i'm tired. i'm going to finish there. No, i'm going to leave with a song i wrote years ago, which has become relevant to my situation once again, something i wrote the other day & some Bible verses to speak some truth into the situation. I would value your input. Maybe you can speak some truth into this situation too.
When the darkness surrounds I'll hold on, hold on to you.
And when i don't know, just don't know why,
I'll hold on to you,
Right now i'm empty & i'm floating, will you hold on to me?
Right now my heart is grieving & i don't know why,
Will you hold on to me?
Could you lead me, & will you follow me?
Will you guide me through this place, if I hold on, hold on to you?
I long to know your touch & i can't understand why i can't be with you
But i know thats not for now . . .
Jesus, you are everything to me, & even though i can't see
I'll put my trust in you, & i'll hold on
I'll wait on you, I'll wait for you, carry me through.
2 Corinthians 5 vs 17 -19 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation: that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting men's sins against them. And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation.
i am broken into a thousand tiny pieces and i despair,
there's no hope, how can i ever be made whole?
but then you come along & gently gather up these pieces,
& you cover me with your hand of Grace
& now all you see when you look at me, clothed in righteousness,
is purity
& you call me your girl, cherished & loved
& cautiously i step out in my new identity
Colossians 3 vs 9-10 Do not lie to each other, since you have taken off your old self, with its practices and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator.
1 Phillipians vs 6 . . . he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.
i was brought up in a Christian family. At 16 i saw so much hypocrisy in Christian circles & i was filled with doubt about the whole 'God' thing. i remember i was at a crossroads - would i chose to continue following this Christian faith or would i walk away from it all & find my own way? i was miserable at the time, empty & i felt like i had no direction. i cried out to God one night, just a simple request - 'God, you got to help me 'cos otherwise i don't know what i'm gonna do . . . ' that was all. Over the next few days i discovered a new peace, no big revelation or anything, just a quiet calm inside & something interesting when i read the Bible. It came alive for me in a completely new way. it spoke to me. i came to the conclusion that a lot of Christians ARE hypocrites (maybe we all are?) but i wasn't following them. i was going to follow Jesus. I chose Him.
Through my late teens & early twenties i struggled with depression. I didn't think of it as depression at the time. It didn't seem right that a Christian would batttle with depression. But i did, i REALLY did. I had this bizarre situation where i felt so close to God, like He was so real & relevant in my life & yet i was so miserable & didn't want to be here. i will share more about that some other time. The amazing thing was that in my first year of marriage to my utter disbelief & joy, i came through it. God really healed me in a lot of areas. Last year i stood up in church & shared some of my story. At the end i triumphantly announced that God had set me free!
Then this year it all blew up in my face. i found myself doubting whether i'd ever really been set free at all. i have to be honest, i have a pretty awesome life - a wonderful husband, two energetic, beautiful children. i love where i live, great friends . . . but . But.
Perhaps, for the first time in several years things have slowed down somewhat. Maybe i now have a little more time to sit & breath & reflect. Or maybe its just that God has His perfect timing to work things out? I'm sure there must be some Bible verse somewhere to support that statement. And part of my dilemma is knowing whether or not God has put His finger on something, that He is allowing this, or that i'm struggling simply because i'm a bad person . .. or, i don't know. Regardless, i'm struggling. All this stuff from years ago, coming up & shoving itself in my face, saying 'you have to deal with me now, whether you want to or not'. So inconvenient. Trying to learn how to forgive, & let go of anger, & allowing myself to feel some pain, instead of being numb. Its so hard. I don't want to even admit pain, it makes me feel weak. I feel like i'm fighting all the time, & i'm tired. i'm going to finish there. No, i'm going to leave with a song i wrote years ago, which has become relevant to my situation once again, something i wrote the other day & some Bible verses to speak some truth into the situation. I would value your input. Maybe you can speak some truth into this situation too.
When the darkness surrounds I'll hold on, hold on to you.
And when i don't know, just don't know why,
I'll hold on to you,
Right now i'm empty & i'm floating, will you hold on to me?
Right now my heart is grieving & i don't know why,
Will you hold on to me?
Could you lead me, & will you follow me?
Will you guide me through this place, if I hold on, hold on to you?
I long to know your touch & i can't understand why i can't be with you
But i know thats not for now . . .
Jesus, you are everything to me, & even though i can't see
I'll put my trust in you, & i'll hold on
I'll wait on you, I'll wait for you, carry me through.
2 Corinthians 5 vs 17 -19 Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation: that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting men's sins against them. And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation.
i am broken into a thousand tiny pieces and i despair,
there's no hope, how can i ever be made whole?
but then you come along & gently gather up these pieces,
& you cover me with your hand of Grace
& now all you see when you look at me, clothed in righteousness,
is purity
& you call me your girl, cherished & loved
& cautiously i step out in my new identity
Colossians 3 vs 9-10 Do not lie to each other, since you have taken off your old self, with its practices and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in knowledge in the image of its Creator.
1 Phillipians vs 6 . . . he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.
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