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Fill Me Up! TABLE OF CONTENTS CHAPTER 1 BREAKING FREE 1 CHAPTER 2 EVERYTHING’S FINE 18 CHAPTER 3 MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL 31 CHAPTER 4 SPRING CLEANING 42 CHAPTER 5 HUMPTY DUMPTY LIVES! 66 CHAPTER 6 MARRIAGES IN TURMOIL 79 CHAPTER 7 THE MOMENT 97 CHAPTER 8 THE ROAD TO RESTORATION 108 CHAPTER 9 ANOTHER NEW BEGINNING 131 Page 1 Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Chapter 1 Breaking Free Songs: There’s Got To Be More, by Stacie Orrico Isn’t that a beautiful picture? Simply add a dog and a minivan and Presto! it becomes a portrait of the allAmerican family. It is also, however, a testimony that without God as the foundation, things aren’t always as they appear. That happens to be my family you see there. I looked so happy and fulfilled. The man next to me appeared to be the ideal husband. We were so blessed with our two beautiful, healthy little girls and our financial security. We may have looked picture-perfect on the outside, but on the inside, things were not so perfect. Just six months after the picture was taken, our marriage fell apart. It wasn’t until after the fall that we realized what had gone so terribly wrong. We had become so consumed with the things of this world, and in doing so, we allowed the most important internal blessings – love, comfort, peace and joy - to completely disappear from our lives. As I look back, it is astounding to realize how easily they Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 2 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free slipped away, and how passively we succumbed to the life-sized vacuum that inhaled them away from us. Hindsight is grand. Though I hadn’t realized it at the time, the pathway that led to our fallen marriage was years in the making. With every passing year, I became increasingly empty. It was as though I had a gas leak – one that was so minimal it went unnoticed until suddenly…there I was…screaming for someone to FILL ME UP! My soul felt restless and I searched for an answer down countless dead end roads. Perhaps I was bored? Maybe a new challenge would provide me with a new sense of purpose, I reasoned. I filled myself up with temporary job assignments and additional volunteer responsibilities, and it helped…for a little while. But then I became even more stressed with my growing list of meaningless tasks. Perhaps I was lonely? My husband and I spent little time laughing any more, so I made an effort to get out more with friends. It helped…but only until I returned to my tension-filled home. Perhaps our home wasn’t all it could be? We moved and quickly discovered the grass isn’t always greener on the other side. Maybe a new car would satisfy that ache for more. But it didn’t…it simply added to our growing debt level. Perhaps my life had become meaningless? At times, I consumed myself with my children’s lives and that also KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 3 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free helped…until I began wondering “what about me?” Perhaps this is all there is? I found myself pouring a few too many glasses of wine, hoping to numb myself to the growing sense of despair I was feeling, not wanting to face the sad resolve that accompanied the realization that I could find nothing that truly satisfied me. This helped too, but only until the numbness wore off and I was then filled with guilt (and a headache). After my efforts to “fill me up” failed, I concluded that my husband was to blame for my void: his lack of intimacy; his lack of caring and understanding. He simply didn’t love me enough. Ah ha! Yes, of course…that is what had left me with an empty tank. I failed to recognize “the nudge” and the meaning behind it: The feelings of emptiness; the knowledge that something was missing; the certainty that the hope of a full tank was just around the corner. As it turned out, my intuition was right on target – these insights were very real. The problem was that I was looking for fulfillment in all the wrong places. These feelings were, in fact, the gentle nudge of the Lord, whispering “psst…come closer. I have everything you’re looking for.” But instead, I pushed Him away and hung the “Do Not Disturb” sign around my heart. “Not now,” I subconsciously responded. “I don’t have time.” I see now that He gave me many chances over the years, but I resisted. I was already crazed with a demanding schedule – with no foreseeable way to squeeze one more chore into my life. So I went about my busy life, continuing to resist the nudge that oftentimes haunted me. And in doing so, I can look back and see that I left Him no choice but to take KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 4 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free extreme measures. If a whisper wouldn’t get my attention, certainly a jack hammer would. Like a parent who uses the old’ cliché’ “this is going to hurt me much more than it does you, but it’s for your own good,” so I’m convinced it was with the Lord as He looked upon me with great sadness. “You are about to experience great pain, but I will give you the strength to endure, and I will be there to catch you.” And He allowed great pain to enter my life, blasting away at my heart, but never faltering in His promises. The metamorphosis of a butterfly is so symbolic of many journeys, including my own. In many ways, I had become like a caterpillar, plodding through life searching for something, though never really knowing what that was. It’s not that my life was bad. In fact, it was pretty darn good. What more could a person possibly want? Reason told me I should be content: I had a good husband, I had two lovely children, I had an education, I had many wonderful friends. Reason told me that should be enough. But my heart knew there was more, and my heart longed to discover it. The problem was, I had no idea what was missing, and certainly no idea how to find it. The caterpillar plods through life, probably unsuspecting of the changes to come. Comfortable. Steady. Achieving, yet not stretching too far. Content. Until she develops the urge. An urge for change. A longing for more. And then suddenly complacency is not nearly enough. Status quo will never suffice for this fuzzy little creature. She knows there’s something more, but try as she might, she just can’t find it. Still she knows – something has to change. But what is it? KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 5 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free “Hmmm….eating, perhaps?” wonders the hungry caterpillar. If only she has more to eat, she’ll feel better. The thought that she could be hungering for something more than food never enters her mind. And she begins her search. Her desires will be met. She’ll feel good. Really good. And no longer able to resist, she eats. Hey, she was right! It does feel good. But not for long. She wants more. She wants to feel good again and again. She eats and eats until she is all consumed by pain. Pain from eating too much? Pain from the guilt of overindulgence? Pain from realizing the external gratification would never meet her underlying needs? Pain from not seeing what her lack of self-control had done to everything around her? Now she just wants to die. She wants the pain to go away, but she doesn’t know how to make it stop. Nothing works. She’s tried everything she can think of to absorb the pain. Once the temporary fix wears off, she feels even worse. She pulls the covers over her head and hopes it will all go away, that one day she’ll awaken and it’ll all be over. The pain gone. The memory gone. The chains that held her - vanished. And she retreats into her safe, comfortable, warm cocoon. Just when she thinks she can’t take any more, something miraculous happens. She awakens. The chains that once bound her are shattered, and she is free! Her cocoon opens and she can’t believe what she feels. She has wings! She had spent her previous days crawling around with her belly on the ground, secretly admiring the beautiful KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 6 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free wings of the other creatures. And now she had them too! She slowly spreads her new wings, testing them for the first time. This feels better than anything she could have ever imagined. True freedom. Extended wings feeling as though they are reaching to the heavens above. My story is very similar, only it was me who had been cast in the starring role…not the caterpillar. It is a story of enduring great pain, yet being led victoriously through it; a story of discovery in the face of hopelessness. Like the caterpillar, I was empty inside. I wasn’t ready to admit it, but deep down I knew something was not right. I searched fruitlessly for an answer; for fulfillment. And then my search ended with great pain. I had been completely broken and was unable to comprehend how I could ever go on. I clamored into my cocoon and found God waiting inside. Safe in His arms, the miraculous transformation was about to occur. The chains were shattered and my heart was freed. My spirit emerged, soaring with joyfulness. I discovered a new life…the life God had always intended for me to live. I found new love…His love that I had never before fully accepted. And I found new relationships…both on heaven and on earth, which I will cherish for the rest of my life. My hope is to share my journey with you. To encourage you to look inside the depths of your soul and face any emptiness that may be looking back. Perhaps your stirrings have only begun to be awakened, or perhaps you’ve already clamored into your cocoon. Wherever you are right now, be aware that facing pain presents us with an KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 7 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free incredible opportunity to grow and to learn. But only if we take God’s hand and allow Him to guide us through it. Are you truly living joyfully, the way God intended you to live? Do you feel free, ready to burst? Do you exuberate His light with an excitement that draws people close enough to tell them why? Or are you simply existing, trying to find time in your enormous list of unfulfilling tasks to offer a quick prayer. Are you longing for feelings you know deep down inside will never come again? Are you plagued with daily memories of people who have hurt you in the past? Are you starving for a meaningful emotional connection? Are you spending much of your time running on empty, avoiding the urge to scream at anyone who will listen, “FILL ME UP!”? If your answer is “yes” to any of the latter questions posed, then you are probably close to where I was only one year ago. There are a host of reasons that may get us there: maybe it has everything to do with a marriage, or maybe it has nothing at all to do with a marriage. Maybe you’ve been ill or have been caring for a loved one who is ill. Maybe you’re struggling through an unfulfilling career, or a longing to find a new purpose. The list of contributors goes on and on, but it all boils down to emotional turmoil that takes control over your life. If this is the case for you, I am offering you hope. There is a way out. I want to share how my emptiness was filled, and how my barriers were discovered and broken. There is great freedom in allowing God to take hold of your heart and believing He will never let go, and knowing everything you KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 8 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free could possibly need or want will always be there for you – even if the rest of your world crumbles around you. You can do it yourself…I did. Hey, congratulations! If you just read that previous sentence, you discovered the only seven words written in this book that are not true. Contrary to my stubborn beliefs of old (the beliefs that were centered around the “I can do it myself” attitude), this journey is one we were never intended to walk alone. I am oftentimes reminded that, unlike the life I led prior to this point, I could not have made these discoveries by myself. I could not have experienced God’s amazing healing presence on my own, nor would I ever have fully understood the realities He revealed to me along the way. Although I hadn’t realized it at the time, God had done an amazing job of preparing me for the pain I was about to face. Over the years, He had strategically placed people in my life who would eventually become key to my healing – who would bring me closer to Him. I was the naïve, unsuspecting soul who was just happy to meet another friendly face. I had no idea what these people would eventually mean to me. As dramatic as they may have been, my personal experiences were not allencompassing enough to complete the story revealed in these pages. While God was at the center, there were three additional components to my transformation. First was prayer. But I didn’t know how to pray – at least not for the things I really needed. Regina’s prayer ministry helped to facilitate some miraculous changes that took place in my life, and I have discovered how blessed I am that she quietly entered my life KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 9 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free over five years ago. She was my assigned “group leader” during an Alpha course, an outstanding course which explores the Christian faith. Her stories intrigued me as she recalled her years of serving God in the convent. Her words captivated me and I had never met anyone who knew God’s Word so well, yet spoke of it with such gentleness. Her aura created a warm invitation to learn more which I simply couldn’t refuse. Regina gave me a safe place to ask questions and to seek answers, and she eventually provided an open door to run through when I needed it. Throughout this book, you will read about Regina’s healing ministry, and she will share her gift as she demonstrates how you, too, can pray for the things you really need rather than continue to recite the ritualistic (and oftentimes meaningless) prayers that many of us grew up with. The second component of my journey was an unwavering belief in the Holy Spirit. Jim came into my life several years ago, although his entry was not as quiet as Regina’s. He and his dear wife, Olwyn, made quite a first impression on me. Their robust and outgoing Irish-bred love of the Lord was initially threatening to me, and I watched in disbelief as they exposed me to the presence of the Holy Spirit. “Bazaar,” was a kind way of summarizing my first impression. But ever so gently and gradually, he exposed me to more. Never forcing it, but always being there when my curiosity would drive my desire to learn more. And by continually testing their words and actions against the Word, I eventually came to realize Jim’s teachings were real. Wow, I discovered that the Bible truly did talk about this stuff! But being ever-so-skeptical, I continued testing until at last, he finally bowled me over. He was real. And everything he had KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 10 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free taught me about the Holy Spirit was real. If he had not moved so gently, I would not have been in a place where I was ready to accept the power of the Holy Spirit at a time when I so desperately needed it. I attribute most of my experiences to Jim’s ability to explain them to me and to encourage me through them. Jim’s knowledge of Scripture, combined with his passion and ability to call upon the Holy Spirit and to teach others to do the same, will open your heart to feeling the Lord’s peaceful presence in ways you may never have known. You will read words from our clergy and will receive many words of wisdom from people just like yourself…those who have traveled victoriously through the depths of pain and who now willingly share their wisdom with you. God surely blessed me when he brought me to this little church in Naples, Florida and surrounded me with individuals ready and willing to do His work.. Oh yes, God knew what he was doing with my life. Now, perhaps, I feel as though my experience is somehow part of your plan. Everybody should feel inspired by hearing testimony of the awesome way God can move in their life. Everybody should have at least one Godly friend in their life, like my friend Jody, who can offer support and encouragement from their heart and not their head. Everybody should have a church home that was built on God’s word and Christ’s love for His people, such as the one I have found. And everybody should be surrounded by gifted people within that church to walk with them through their journey, such as my very special friends Jim and Regina. But not everybody has these KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 11 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free things. If this type of Christian support network has already been laid before you, embrace it. Nurture it. If a network such as this has not been made available to you yet, please use ours. Eventually, we’re all going to fall - and God did not intend for us to take that fall alone. Being surrounded by a Godly support will greatly enhance your chances of getting back up and moving on, rather than continuing to lie with your face in the dirt. I’ve tried that, and let me tell you – the dirt doesn’t taste so good. Music was the third component of my journey. The words and lessons learned from each chapter are reiterated through the song selections noted at the beginning of every chapter. These songs can be purchased and downloaded from the Internet, and I assure you that it will be well worth the investment to create a spirit-filled CD for yourself. Whether you’re driving in the car, taking a shower or cooking dinner, let the music speak to you. These songs will provide powerful reminders that you are not alone. Your pain is not in vain. He is with you and is waiting for you to turn to Him. We begin with Stacie Orrico’s “There’s Got To Be More,” which so aptly describes this journey. Listen to the words: There’s got to be more to life, than chasing down every temporary high, to satisfy me… There does have to be more, doesn’t there? There is more. And the pages in this book will help you to uncover just what that is. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 12 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free Whatever comes your way, God will provide the strength to endure it. If His plan is for you to learn from the experiences of others, then I am truly honored to write these words. My prayer for you is that these words will give you hope. Pain is not pleasant and can oftentimes be unbearable, but it does not need to signal the end. There is always a reason for the pain, and an opportunity to grow in the Lord. Let these words speak to you, and let God’s amazing love pour upon you. You deserve it…just ask Him! And then ask yourself: If complacency was never intended for a simple caterpillar, how can it be good enough for you? I end this introduction with an excerpt from my journal. These words were written just one week after my world was instantly shattered. I hope you will read them in that context and never underestimate the power of His amazing love – and know that He has the same love waiting for you. I cannot pretend to see into God’s head and know what He is thinking. I will never be able to do that, nor would I ever want to. But when experiences happen…when pain is thrown into your life, and you allow yourself to look back at the experience and realize how necessary it was…pulling it all together is as exciting as solving one of history’s great mysteries. I find great pleasure in reflecting back…putting all the KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 13 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free pieces of the puzzle together, and attempting to discover the powerful plan behind it all. I can just picture God looking down at me and saying, “I have big plans for you. But first, I need your heart.” Me: “But you have my heart. I pray to you. I go to church. I believe everything you tell us. I trust my life in your hands. I’m thankful for all the blessings you’ve given me, and I never forget to tell you that. I raise my children in your love. I serve the church. I teach Sunday School….” “But I need your heart.” Me: “Huh?” And then he silences Himself, knowing His plan has been put into place and is ready for full implementation. I, traveling about my busy life, don’t see it coming. Suddenly my life is torn apart. Hurt that has hit so deeply I can barely breathe. Pain that is so unbearable I don’t know how I can go on. Until I fall to my knees, come crawling back to God’s presence and plead, “help me.” KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 14 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free “Finally,” He thinks to Himself. He has me right where He wants me. He has broken me so terribly that He knows I am ripe for restoration. And then He begins His incredible work. “I want you to see what I have seen,” He explains. And He grants me the grace to look back into my life. To see the life He has seen. The life I thought was so gratifying to Him. And I see ugliness. I don’t see my husband, whom I believed was largely responsible for getting me here. Instead, I see myself doing all the things I thought I was supposed to do, but I see a fog over my heart. I see the bitterness that surrounds it…so tightly wrapped with resentment it could barely beat. I see hurts that never healed. I see anger, and I see the blame I’ve attempted to place on somebody else. I see the way I have reacted to my husband’s behavior over the past year. I see the unkind remarks, the bitter replies, and the selfish actions. I see what God has seen. And it’s not a pretty picture. Still, I feel the emptiness. The emptiness I have waited for my husband to fill. The longing to be loved. The longing to feel incredibly special and appreciated. The longing to know that the drains of my daily life were worthwhile to somebody. The longing to be comfortable and at peace in the arms of someone who truly loved me. The longing to feel the excitement of a new love, or even simple pleasure at seeing my husband return home from work at night…and the incredible disappointment I feel knowing that those things will never come again. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 15 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free But He is a good God. He knows what I’m thinking and He knows what I’m feeling. And He knows I am ready for the next phase of His plan. I have seen what He has seen. Now He wants me to feel the way He intended me to feel. And suddenly I am overflowed with His presence. Suddenly, all those empty holes in my life are filled. I am tingling all over. I am excited. I am restored. I am renewed. And I am gifted with the knowledge that He is the only one who can fulfill those needs. I have now been gifted with the wisdom to know that my husband could never do the things I wanted him to do…he could never fulfill my deepest longings. And the peace that surpasses all understanding has been laid upon me. My deepest longings belong to God, not to another earthly being. If we had been meant to provide complete fulfillment for one another, why would we need God? And while I am not certain about a lot of things in this life, I am very certain that God did not create us to NOT need Him. I will never forget that moment when I allowed Him into my heart. I suppose that I had always possessed an underlying ever-so-small doubt that God could really see everything; that He could really always be there for the millions of people who needed Him at any particular moment. But feeling His powerful presence during this healing; knowing that even though He’s tending to millions of other people simultaneously and yet feeling as though I was special enough to be the only one, makes me understand that yes, it is possible. Anything is possible with God. This has affected every facet of my life. I have been awakened…mind, body and spirit. My eyes marvel at the beauty that has surrounded me every day, but which KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 16 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free often went unnoticed. I feel God’s breath as I ride my bicycle and feel the breeze on my face. I have experienced a whole new appreciation for my own body, fully believing that God created it - and everything He creates is perfect. The self consciousness, inhibitions and fears that had previously surrounded my soul have been lifted, and I am eternally thankful. My spirit is soaring inside, ready to explode with joy for this newfound freedom. The words in the Gospel are different to me now. The familiar words from countless praise songs have taken on a whole new meaning. “You alone are my heart’s desire, and I long to worship you.” I get it now! And this awakening is so awesome. He is my heart’s desire…finally. And I do long to worship Him, for I have discovered that is where my deepest longings will be fulfilled. I have always known that God was at the top of the hierarchy here. Or at least He was supposed to be. First God, then your spouse. Right? My mind knew that, but my heart apparently didn’t get it. God was so right that He didn’t have my heart. That was for my husband, or so I thought. But the misery and pain that has surrounded the past year of our life together is a vivid reminder that I had not given my heart to Him. Without even realizing this, I had expected my husband to take His place. And once my heart, mind, soul and strength were in the right place, I felt peace. I felt power. I felt loved. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 17 Chapter 1 – Breaking Free My moments of refuge in prayer and reflection have proven crucial. It is so easy to become bombarded with the things of this world and allow unimportant tasks to rob this time away from me. I must commit to this time with the Lord. This is my homework. I spend much time making sure my children complete their homework. Why? Because I don’t want them to fail. I want them to be the best that they can be. If I don’t do my homework – that is, seeking a meaningful relationship with the Lord – then I will fail. I don’t want to do that…again. Nor does God want to see any of His children fail. This learning adventure does not end there. I have also discovered that being “up on the mountain” is not permanent in this lifetime. There will be times when I tumble down, and times when I dive off head first. But I will always know what is waiting for me when I climb back up. Sometimes I’ll run up. Sometimes it may take me a little longer as I crawl along with bruised and bloodied knees. But I hope to spend the rest of my life always striving to get back up to the top, for I never want this feeling to end. They’re right…happiness is but a fleeting moment. Joy was meant to sustain. And nothing of this world can compare to the joyful spirit that God has waiting for every one of us. He is holding it in His hands, just waiting for us to gratefully receive it. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Page 18 Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Chapter 2 Everything’s Fine Song: Who am I, by Casting Crowns We are living in a world overrun with hurting people. Of course, there’s the broad scope: those hurts that plague the headlines of the newspapers such as violence, hunger, war, and the loss of innocent lives. There’s also, however, the quiet personal hurt that surrounds each one of us throughout our daily lives: the inner, binding hurt that we’ll never read about in the headlines. It’s the inner hurt we deem unworthy of seeing the light of day, so we continue burying it with other “more important” issues, and we tell the world (and ourselves) that everything’s fine. I spend my days surrounded by people who are fine. When I ask how they’re doing, they say, “fine.” But when I take the time to really listen and to look into their eyes, more often than not I sense that they are not really fine at all. I have come to realize that “fine” is not synonymous with “good.” In fact, I now believe it’s a rather grim word to describe our state of being. It is used to tell the world we don’t really have a Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 19 Chapter 2 – Everything’s Fine justifiable reason to complain…but it also says “don’t ask any more questions, because if you do, you just might see things I don’t want you to see.” I know. I was fine for years. I was so good at it, in fact, that I look back and declare myself the Queen of this masquerade. I masqueraded about life as a happy person, and even my closest friends and family members didn’t know how empty I was on the inside. How could they…I couldn’t even admit it to myself. During the last year of our fallen marriage, my husband and I became inundated with meaningless tasks. We had been tremendously blessed by God, yet we began pulling away from Him. We no longer had time for our small covenant group at church so we stopped going. We were no longer so quick to share our financial resources with others – instead we begrudgingly tithed only when we thought we could, and hoarded the rest to acquire new things for ourselves. In our state of fineness, we opened the door just a tiny crack. Yet that’s all it took to unknowingly invite satan into our lives. Although neither of us would admit it, we were not fine. We were silently being destroyed. After sixteen years of marriage, my own interpretation of my husband’s performance became quite different from everyone else’s. He wasn’t the perfect husband smiling back from the family photo. Instead I saw him as unappreciative and unloving. The good qualities in him had become buried beneath my own assessment of the things he was not. He was no longer any fun. He no longer laughed. His sullen return home from work became the equivalent of a ton of bricks being unloaded on my head every night. His mask had become nearly as effective as mine was. He would laugh and have fun in KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 20 Chapter 2 – Everything’s Fine the presence of company, but as soon as they left, he slithered back into his shell of pity and despair. Oh, how I longed to have fun with my husband, and to laugh with him as we once did. Instead, the disappointment continued mounting. I also longed for romance. I wanted my husband to take the time to show me how much he cared. I wanted his words to be backed up with action. Instead, I grew angry at his emotionless “I love you” words that became increasingly meaningless. I wanted him to hold me without expecting anything in return. Instead, I coined the phrase “Lance Romance” to remind him how deficient he was in this area. His idea of romance was touching my hand once a week or so, which meant nothing to me except that his needs were again first and foremost in his mind. The resentment mounted. And as it mounted, so did my fantasy-world expectations. Now not even fun and romance were enough. Now I wanted my knight in shining armor to ride in on his horse and plead for my forgiveness. I wanted to hear his heartfelt apologies for his neglectfulness; his inability to show his love. I wanted to hear him declare his foolishness for not recognizing and appreciating me as his wife, and all the things I had done for him and for our family. Cut to commercial. My fantasy world would have made a great soap opera, don’t you think? It came complete with a surprise ending. No, my husband KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 21 Chapter 2 – Everything’s Fine never showed up on that big white horse. Instead he rode that horse right into the arms of another woman. While the relationship my husband pursued outside of our marriage may have remained platonic, this made little difference to me. The lies, the hurt, the betrayal, and the breech of trust cut me just as deeply as any act of unfaithfulness could have. But as I look back, I can see there was indeed a difference, particularly for my husband. And I can see that even in the midst of “things gone wrong,” God’s mighty hand was at work in our lives as He ended the extramarital relationship when He did, taking care not to allow our marriage to reach the point of complete brokenness which may never have been repaired. Once again I was reminded that the circumstances He allowed into our lives never exceeded the strength He also sent: He knew our threshold, and He knew this was enough pain to teach both my husband and me the lessons we needed to learn. This realization, however, wasn’t so easy to see in the midst of my pain. The grim reality that my husband had betrayed my trust shook the very core of my being. And even though the relationship that my husband pursued remained platonic, this made no difference to me. Call it what you will, but in my mind, my husband had an affair. I was utterly shocked; stunned beyond belief. I honestly never thought it would happen to me. Yet I realize that as one reads the words I shared in the paragraphs above - the words describing the discontentment that continued to take control of our lives and of our marriage - it becomes quite obvious: Of course my marriage was destined to end in KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 22 Chapter 2 – Everything’s Fine an affair! But what you must realize is that in reality, the feelings I shared in previous paragraphs had gone completely unrecognized. I had never faced them and didn’t even know most of them existed until it was too late. I only knew I was very unhappy, or at least that’s all I ever admitted to knowing. If you had asked me how things were, I would have replied, “fine.” If you had pressed, I would have insisted, “yes, we’re just fine.” Yet if you would have looked into the depths of my soul, you would have seen the tears that even I could not. Interestingly, as I was grappling with my inability to sum up the “fineness” that prevailed in my life – and that continues to prevail throughout much of our society – I found the answer during a weekly worship service at church. Nearly every Sunday morning over a period of ten years, I had the privilege of listening to the spirit-filled Reverend William O’Connell as he preached deeply moving, often life-changing sermons to his congregation. And on this particular Sunday, he spoke to the very issue I had been struggling with: “As I was preparing to spend this particular moment with you, I came across an interesting piece from the book entitled The Power of Persuasion: How We are Bought and Sold, by Robert V. Levine. He says that there is an unusual neurological disorder called anosognia. It is when an event happens in the right hemisphere of the brain which paralyzes the left side of the body. As interesting or as tragic as that is, the most interesting aspect of this neurological event is that when it happens - and while the left side of the body is completely paralyzed KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 23 Chapter 2 – Everything’s Fine so the person cannot speak, cannot feel themselves, cannot move their arm, and cannot walk – and when they are asked how they are, they say they are “fine.” When you ask if anything happened to them, they say “no.” Despite the tragic circumstances, they are not at all aware that anything whatsoever has happened to them. I believe that disorder is prevalent among us spiritually. That events and circumstances happen to us in our life, and we blissfully go on our journey through our life and we don’t see that something is terribly wrong – spiritually speaking – in our life...” There it is. The one word I have been searching for: Anosognia. Not in the medical definition, mind you. But in the spiritual definition. I was just fine. And perhaps many of you are feeling like “everything’s fine.” As women, we tend to make our way through this world conquering one mounting chore after another. The kids, the career, the house, the laundry, the dog, the homework, the soccer practice, the groceries…and oh yes, the husband who oftentimes becomes just another chore. We are so busy trying to stay busy that we don’t have time to see that something is terribly wrong. We either ignore the “nudge” as if it’s a burden, or we’re too frozen with fear to respond. We no longer see the paralysis. Not only do we choose not see it, we come to believe that it’s okay. We convince ourselves, and those around us, that “everything’s fine.” It’s that silly notion that admitting we are not fine is a sign of weakness. But contradictory to that notion is the reality I discovered: Only when I was ready to admit I was not fine – that I had fallen among the weak – was I able to find KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 24 Chapter 2 – Everything’s Fine strength. Scripture assures us of this in 2 Cor 12:9: “for my strength is made perfect in weakness” (KJV). As it turned out, my own state of “fineness” had actually been an insurmountable barrier to receiving that strength. During my state of “fineness,” my truth was that my unhappiness was driven by the ways in which my husband had changed over the years, and by all the things my husband was not. God, however, knew it was time for me to learn the truth. His truth. And He was waiting to take me by the hand and guide me through the lessons He had been eager to teach me for a very long time. While my story may begin with my fallen marriage, “thanks be to God” that this is only the prelude. What happened next is what I really want to share with you: the journey of discovery that helped me to see who I had really become, which was also quite different from the smiling face in the family photo. The remarkable journey that led to pure joy, which was something I hadn’t felt for a very long time. And the journey that ultimately filled every empty hole within me…holes that had left me with deep emotional longings and emptiness for years. As you will read, my marriage has been restored to a deeper, more intimate level than we had ever experienced before. There’s not a day that goes by that I’m not grateful for that. But more importantly is the miraculous changes that took place in my own life during my healing. The way God took me by the hand and led me through the most difficult journey in my life. He performed many KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 25 Chapter 2 – Everything’s Fine miracles in my life, and He left me with no doubt that the Holy Trinity lives – and it lives within me. That is where it all begins. It does not begin with the person next to you. It does not begin with a spouse, or anyone else you may seek to blame. It begins within you. Remember, too, that Jesus is just as powerful to those who are drawing close to Him for the first time as He is for someone who's been preaching His good news for years. He does not have a “minimum years of service” requirement before He will release these gifts to you, nor is there a bonus plan for senior management. Amazingly, you are every bit as entitled to receive His love and His power as the Pope! Regardless of how well you do or do not know Him, He knows you - every part of you. And I am hoping that the words He has sent through my fingers on this keyboard will help you to believe that…really believe like never before. These words were not written specifically for the one who has been on the giving or receiving end of a troubled marriage. These words were written for all of us who are walking around in a state of spiritual anosognia, masquerading in a state of “fineness,” unable to admit that something is terribly wrong. The state may accompany any number of crises, such as a turbulent marriage, an illness, a new life, the death of a loved one, or another major life change. But it also may stand alone – perhaps as a prelude to even greater pain. Whatever the circumstances, the results are the same emptiness, longings, paralyzing fears, the fruitless efforts of filling up that empty KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 26 Chapter 2 – Everything’s Fine tank. These words were written to provide you with a sense of hope. God did not intend for you to feel this way. And He has provided a way out. Jesus did not command us to wallow, to absorb ourselves in self pity, or to carry the weight of the world in our hearts. Instead, He used words like rejoice! Sing praise! Go into the world in peace. Give me your burdens. We were not created to feel hopeless, alone, frightened or troubled. He wants to fill us with joy so that His glory shines through us. He wants us to become a beacon of light for Him, but how can we possibly do that if we’re wallowing in misery? Throughout the following chapters, I will share with you how I have discovered this myself. OK, I know you’re wondering so let’s cut to the chase: How do I know this, and how am I qualified to lay these words before you? Those types of questions make me smile, because the truth is, many would argue that I am not qualified. I am not a theologian or a biblical scholar. I am not a psychologist or a therapist. Chances are, I’m very much like you, so there is no reason at all to be intimidated by my writings, or to think yourself unworthy or incapable of experiencing a similar transformation. My spiritual journey has just begun, yet it has already been a marvelous adventure. Not so long ago, I was a “surface Christian.” You know the type: someone who calls themselves a Christian with a belief in God, but someone who (unknowingly) has absolutely no idea who He really is or what it means to be a Christian. I had never before experienced His presence in my life – not like this. I wasn’t a Jesus freak, banging people over the head with a Bible. Heck, I didn’t even have a Bible! But in my brokenness, He patiently KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 27 Chapter 2 – Everything’s Fine waited for me to turn to Him, as if He’d been waiting for years. And as I would later learn, indeed He had. My point is that I am still very much a novice. My knowledge of the Word is limited, and therefore I cannot quote scripture verses for every lesson I have learned. While I have seen from many extraordinary Christians what a remarkable gift it is to be able to use the Word as a sword, I don’t have it…not yet, anyway. But I have also learned that God did not command us to “wait until you’re a biblical scholar and then tell everyone about it!” He simply commanded us to tell the good news. And now, He has filled me with a message to share and a desire to help others experience His peace and freedom by developing a personal, intimate relationship with Him. While I may not have the words to base all of my experiences on scripture, I can share the awesome way God has moved in me and has made His presence known. This experience has left me with an undeniable conviction that it is real. Every bit of it. While most of my experiences were emotional in nature, such as the incredible peace I received, God did manage to send some more tangible proof along the way. Like the Bible verses He sent to me as I prayed. This wacky stuff happens only to those who are really plugged in – it doesn’t happen to people like me, I once believed. But as I knelt at my bedside, my many doubts and disbeliefs went out the window. The first time it happened, I was praying that my husband’s heart would soften; that he would seek forgiveness and would recommit his life to the Lord. He was a good man, a Christian man, but I had seen him slipping away over the past year. I fretted over the possibility KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 28 Chapter 2 – Everything’s Fine that he had strayed so far that he could no longer tell the difference between right and wrong, and that perhaps his heart had been so hardened that the goodness within him may never return. I prayed that he would turn his heart back to the Lord and let Him in once again. Suddenly I felt as though I had been instructed to get my Bible. Then, the thought “Jeremiah 24:7” literally popped into my head. Nearly panicked, I opened my eyes to see if anyone was there whispering quiet thoughts into my subconscious. But nobody was there. Nobody I could see, anyway. Full of doubt, I talked openly to myself, almost daring Him to reveal Himself: “Okay, let’s see if this is really real.” I walked into my closet to get my Bible, which I had purchased just one week prior, and returned to my bedside. I looked around one last time to make sure nobody was there – nobody who could have me institutionalized in case I really had gone crazy. I began thumbing through the pages, wondering if there even was such a book called Jeremiah (I wasn’t exaggerating when I confessed my limited knowledge of the Word!). But low and behold, I found it. “Jeremiah 24, huh” I muttered. “….Let’s see if this thing even goes up to 24.” When I found that very chapter, it was the last “proof” I needed to fully accept the fact that He was indeed listening. Not only was He listening, He was speaking to me. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 29 Chapter 2 – Everything’s Fine Jeremiah 24:7 “And I will give them a heart to know me, that I [am] the LORD: and they shall be my people, and I will be their God: for they shall return unto me with their whole heart.” (KJV) There it was: a direct answer to my prayer. I emphasize – this was not simply a coincidence. If you’ve held a Bible and looked at the massive amount of writings tucked inside the covers (over 2,000 pages), you understand there is simply no way I could have flipped to the one verse that answered my prayers…which happened to be found in a book I didn’t even know existed. Not a chance. This was only the beginning of many wonderful moments to come, but I share this particular encounter with you now in case you, too, still have doubts. Incidentally, I would later learn that as I was saying that prayer and receiving the message contained in Jeremiah 24:7, the Lord was indeed working on my husband. He rescued his heart before my husband reached the point of no return, and He sent His band of angels - earthly angels - from our church congregation to lovingly reach out and help him find his way back. In their midst, my husband learned of the importance of repentance, the power of forgiveness, and the meaning of true love and friendships. As the Lord promised me, He gave my husband a heart to know Him and my husband did return to the Lord with his whole heart. I was not aware of the full ramifications of this until much later, but I reflect in awe on this moment, realizing that as the Lord sent me His promise, He was simultaneously working to fulfill it. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 30 Chapter 2 – Everything’s Fine I will probably never meet the King of Spain. I will probably never have tea with the reigning royalty of England. I may never even meet a seated President of the United States. Admittedly, I’m just not important enough! But what a feeling to know that the King of the World, the King of all Kings, thinks I’m important enough to comfort me in my time of need. He takes the time to listen to me. Always. And He hears you, too…he really does. I ask you to read these words with an open heart. Believe He can touch you the way He has touched me. Believe He wants you to draw closer and to feel His loving presence. Believe He wants you to be the extraordinary person He created you to be. The person you want to see looking back at you in the mirror. But until you accept the reality that you are not fine, you will never see that beautiful reflection. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Chapter 3 Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Song: He Will Look After You, by Cheri Keaggy Beaten, broken, kicked and dragged. That’s pretty much how I felt upon discovering the lies my husband had been pouring upon me. The adjectives could go on endlessly: betrayed, humiliated, and…well…furious. I don’t want anyone reading this to think these feelings were not real – that infidelity (even a watered-down version) is expected to be experienced with a Pollyanna attitude. It was painful. And while my recovery has been remarkable, there will always be a part of me that remembers the agony. A part of me that will always be aware that something was robbed away from me…naiveté, perhaps, or maybe the ability to completely trust without recalling what once was. As I am oftentimes reminded, forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting. It means being able to recall without being destroyed by the memory. Through prayer and counseling, that is where I am at today. But it wasn’t easy. Regardless of your experiences, the road to healing will not be easy. The road to selfrealization is often treacherous. But it is one that must be traveled. I went into marriage with a preconceived notion about infidelity: nobody would ever do that to me, and if they ever did, they’d never get a second chance. Period. But I have learned that those preconceived vows and judgments have a funny way of returning one day to bite us in the …. Well, you get the point. Anyway, that is where I Page 31 Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 32 Chapter 3 – Mirror, Mirror on the Wall ended up - exactly where I vowed I would never be. And I was devastated. But somewhere in that heaping pile of self pity, I realized I had a choice to make. I could call out to God, but then I would have to listen to what He had to say. Or, I could do it myself and stand by my lifelong vow never to give him a second chance. The choice boiled down to pride versus faith, and I chose pride. My mind became an out-of-control movie reel, continually replaying all the lies my husband had told me. I couldn’t stop my head from filling with images of what he must have been doing when he left our home to be with her, while I - the trusting foolish wife stayed behind taking care of our children and cleaning his house. Frankly, I didn’t care what God’s plan was. I wanted out! I was ready to slam the door shut to my marriage and open a new door to the rest of my life. But try as I did, I just couldn’t turn my back and walk away. I could feel God continuing to pull me back, as if a powerful magnetic force refused to release me. This made me even angrier, and there were times when I yelled at Him “Why won’t you let me leave?” Why couldn’t I just walk away, as I had done with every other relationship in my life that didn’t go exactly as planned? I struggled with the big question lingering in my mind: Who is this God – He who supposedly loved me, yet could let this happen to me…to us. The question replayed over and over in my mind, until finally I surrendered. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 33 Chapter 3 – Mirror, Mirror on the Wall I suppose I expected Him to be my confidant. To comfort me and to let me know I was doing the right thing. To assure me He would protect both me and my children. And to promise me it would never happen again. But He didn’t. Instead He handed me a mirror. The mirror is a funny thing. It can bring out the best in you, or it can bring out the worst. I notice this also with my children. My fanciful daughter will dance with glee in front of the mirror when she’s feeling good about herself. And yet when I’ve finally coaxed her into wearing that pretty dress she loathes, I have to guide her resistant body to the mirror in hopes she will see what I see. “See how pretty you look?” I reassure her. But upon seeing her slumped posture and sullen face, it quickly becomes evident that no matter how long we stand in front of the mirror with that dress on, she is never going to like what she sees. I felt God doing the same with me. He handed me His beautiful mirror. It was created by the finest craftsmanship, and its golden frame was adorned with the finest of jewels. The handle felt warm and secure, and it molded perfectly in my hand. I had never seen such crystal clear glass: no streaks, no little fingerprints, no toothpaste splatters. I reluctantly accepted the mirror KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 34 Chapter 3 – Mirror, Mirror on the Wall He was offering me, carefully admiring its beauty but being equally as careful not to catch my own reflection…not even a glimpse. “See how pretty you look?” He reassures me. But I don’t want to look. “Go on,” He gently urges. Like my daughter, my slumped posture and sullen face tell the world I don’t like what I see. Yet He promises that one day, if I trust Him, He will teach me to dance with glee in front of the mirror once again. That mirror was a painful place to begin. As I reluctantly took hold of the mirror, I was faced with the inevitable question: Was my husband entirely to blame for our fallen marriage? The answer, I would soon learn, was no. We both found our escapes from the turmoil: His led to betrayal while mine led to a life consumed with resentment, anger and bitterness. Both escapes were awful. Both were sinful. And both were devastating to our family. My quiet anger may not have been so visible, but it was sinful nonetheless. And I have learned that God does not assign a weighted average to our sins. Prior to this realization, I would have taken the mirror and asked the leading question: “Mirror, mirror on the wall; who’s the worst sinner of all?” gloating when the mirror responded as I would have: “Why, it’s your husband of course.” But now, upon seeing my own reflection, I became certain that He was not looking down upon us declaring me the victor. Suddenly it was no KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 35 Chapter 3 – Mirror, Mirror on the Wall longer a game I was winning. We were both big losers in this game of life and I became painfully aware that my journey back to the winning board relied on one thing only and my husband had nothing to do with it. I needed to allow Christ to lead me back and to guide me through the rest of the game. As my dear friend Jody once told me, “The day you realize you have nothing if you don’t have God is the day you are changed forever.” This was my day. When my focus turned away from “poor me” and back toward God, I was indeed a changed person. When the Mirror is Behind the Glass When my firstborn baby was six months old, she and I ventured out together for an oil change. I pulled up to the service garage at Oil Pro and hopped out to tell the attendant I’d arrived. I didn’t notice what I’d actually done until it was too late. I had walked only steps away from the car, just close enough to both keep an eye on my baby and get within earshot of the attendant. As I returned to my car, motor running and all, I peeked in the window at my darling little girl, snug and safe in her car seat. But wait. The thoughts began racing in my head: The engine is running…she’s inside…I’m standing out here… Panic-stricken, I realized I had locked her inside the car. My heart was racing. My hands were shaking. Still, I gently called to her, and with a smile on my face, I told her “Mommy will be right back.” I wanted to run back to the attendant and scream “HELP ME!” But I extinguished that over-reaction and calmly asked the man for help. “I’ve locked my baby in the car,” I sheepishly confessed. Soon KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 36 Chapter 3 – Mirror, Mirror on the Wall my car was surrounded by mechanics, all trying their best to unlock my doors with coat hangers and anything else they could find. But this thief-proofed car was not going to allow a break in! As they surrounded the car, I continued to reassure my little girl, making funny faces, dancing around a bit, all the while with a smile on my face. “It’s going to be okay,” I reassured her. “Mommy is right here.” Finally, one of the men offered an alternative suggestion. “Ma’am, if that were my kid in the car, I’d break the window.” Well, thank you very much for that ridiculous suggestion, I thought to myself. My little girl was just fine. Couldn’t he see she was still smiling back at me? Breaking the window was a bit overkill, I thought. Why invite all the commotion that a shattered window would cause? Oh yes, and then there’s the expense – not to mention the inconvenience - of repairing it. Who had time for that? Geesh…chill, will you? We did manage to have a happy ending to the story. I eventually calmed down enough to remember a spare set of keys I had entrusted with a dear neighbor, and he lived only five minutes away. So I telephoned him and he saved the day. I was relieved when he pulled into the parking lot, but that relief didn’t replace the underlying panic and anxiety I had felt only moments earlier – and was perhaps still there. Although this incident was certainly not one of my better parenting moments, I knew it would have great significance one day. That day has arrived. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 37 Chapter 3 – Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Years later, I see that I needed an oil change. I was still running, still cruising through life, but since my engine wasn’t smoking with warning lights flashing, I reasoned that an oil change wasn’t really necessary. Who had time? But that engine did begin to smoke, and I needed to get inside and drive to the nearest Oil Pro. By then, though, the life that was intended for me was locked behind the glass. But really…I was fine (ugh, there’s that word again). Why cause a commotion by shattering the glass, when after all, everything was fine? I didn’t need help. I was strong. I had been strong my whole life. I had handled every obstacle that ever came my way, and I would handle this one. What I failed to realize was that my way of handling all of the traumas in my life was by piling them up in the backseat, locking the door, and carrying on with my life. When I looked through the window, they stared back at me. So I quickly learned not to look. I learned never to stop long enough to see what was really piling up back there. If I didn’t look through the window, I didn’t have to face them. And then I would be just fine. But it didn’t work this time. My heart was hurting so badly, and I couldn’t find the keys. Panic-stricken, I fumbled around wondering: How do I unlock this thing? Where are my keys? Just like the panic that overcame me when I realized there was just no KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 38 Chapter 3 – Mirror, Mirror on the Wall way I could reach my little girl. I could see her – she was right there – but I was unable to penetrate the glass that separated us. And I was too rational to break that glass. Like I did with my daughter, I managed to put on a happy face and go about my life, showing the world I was just fine. But in reality, I couldn’t satisfy my deepest longings because I wasn’t allowing the one and only thing that could satisfy them into my glassencased heart. And I didn’t have the guts to shatter the glass. Heavens no…why cause all that commotion? Why spend the money to repair a broken window, when everything’s eventually going to be okay? Besides, I reasoned, I couldn’t possibly squeeze one more obligation into my growing list of tasks. Since I chose to ignore it, God shattered it for me, turning my life into ugly bits of shrapnel lying before me. That mess turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. It allowed God to pick up those tiny bits and put me back together again the way He saw fit - not the jumbled mess I had created. And when He had finished, I was a new person. I was free of anger; the seeds of bitterness had been uprooted; the discontentment and rage that had swirled violently within me was gone. The storm was over, and I was left basking in the sweetness of His peace. Unlike that time in the car, everything in life is not going to be okay until that window is destroyed and shattered (and perhaps we should put a neon orange sticker over the heap of broken glass that reads: “WARNING: KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org CONTAMINATED. DO NOT REUSE” Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 39 Chapter 3 – Mirror, Mirror on the Wall so the next wounded soul that comes along doesn’t seek refuge behind it). Only then can you find your key. Still, a key by itself is worthless. It takes effort to pick up that key and use it - and only then can the key be allowed to set you free. The key, you see, is God and He will unlock your heart and open it in new and wonderful ways. Ways you never knew were possible. But you have to let Him. The glass is the barrier we build to protect ourselves from past hurts, buried anger, and events in our lives that have caused emotional distress. But in reality, the glass doesn’t protect us at all. Rather, it allows the past to continually haunt us as a slow, torturous hurt that festers over the years and holds us captive. Only when this glass is shattered can God’s healing presence flow into our hearts, into the very root of the pain, and enable us to experience true freedom. The shattering of this glass will hurt; the cuts may cause great pain and oftentimes we need help with this. Oftentimes we are simply unable to dig deep enough, or to bear the pain alone. Prior to this realization I would never have sought counseling. Counseling, I thought, was for people who couldn’t handle their own problems…and by now we all know I was “just fine,” right? I was wrong. Without the support and encouragement of my extensive circle of Godly friends, spiritual advisers within my church family, a wonderful earthly counselor and the great Heavenly counselor, I am certain the rest of my life would have played out quite differently, tightly bound by anger, distrust, and deep wounding hurts. Instead, I am joyful, eager for every new day, and eternally grateful for the healing that has taken place in my life. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 40 Chapter 3 – Mirror, Mirror on the Wall It is often tempting – and certainly much easier – to blame someone else for everything that’s gone wrong, particularly when a failed marriage is staring you in the face. It’s so easy to find someone else to blame for the way we are feeling about ourselves. We live in an imperfect world, and our paths cross imperfect people every day. OK, some are more imperfect than others, and some of these imperfections leave a lasting imprint on our lives. The key is to not become overpowered by those imprints – not to let them destroy us. But it really is so easy to blame someone else, isn’t it? Depending upon how deeply you reach, you can always come up with a quick excuse: I’m angry because that driver cut me off; the kids in school used to tease or taunt me so I feel worthless; my mother was selfish and I don’t want to be like her so that’s why I’m a martyr now; I’m bitter because my husband cheated on me; I’m like this because my father abused me; I feel rejected because my wife isn’t “Suzie Sunshine” when I return home from work. In the words of a great Jerry Seinfeld episode: yada, yada, yada. There is an abundance of people to blame throughout our lifetime; everyone from the delivery room nurse on the day you were born, to the inconsiderate driver who pulled out in front of you this morning. Each and every day there is an escape; there is a reason or an excuse not to look at yourself. And why bother, after all – it’s their fault. Only you can stop the excuses. Only you can seek to learn His truth. I never understood that before – until I allowed the Lord to take control of my journey. In his KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 41 Chapter 3 – Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Toward a Growing Marriage seminar, Dr. Gary Chapman emphasizes the need to first look into the mirror. He states that, in a troubled marriage, the common response is to describe the problem in terms of our spouse’s behavior. “It’s his fault!” But in offering the biblical response found in Matthew 7:1-5 “You hypocrite, first take the beam out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye,” Dr. Chapman affirms that it all begins with the beam. I am not advocating we take the blame for everything around us. That’s not what this passage is about. I am not to blame for my husband’s choices, for example. It’s the way I chose to react to them that was very un-Christian like. I had every right to be hurt; to be angry. But I allowed those feelings to take hold and turn me into a bitter, vengeful person. That was my beam. Only when I removed the beam, by the grace of God, could I see the situation for what it really was – and allow myself to be led by the Holy Spirit, in whatever path He chose to lead me. Look inside yourself first “and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.” Find the courage to take the mirror being offered to you and honestly absorb the reflection staring back. Ask the Lord to show you what He wants you to see. Allow the Spirit to touch you when you ask, “Lord, what is wrong with me? Show me where I’m failing.” Then take the time to listen. You might be surprised to learn what the Lord is calling you to clean up. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Chapter 4 Spring Cleaning Song: Lay it Down, by Cheri Keaggy I detest moving. I suppose it’s not the actual act of moving that I detest so much – it’s all the things that lead up to it. You see, when moving day comes along, there’s no longer anywhere to hide the things you don’t really want. There are no more caverns to tuck away sentimental memorabilia or items that, for whatever reason, you can’t seem to throw out. The overwhelming accumulation of clutter stares you in the eye, almost daring you to tackle it. So you begin the daunting task and consume your life with boxes upon boxes, garbage bag after garbage bag, until success! The home is vacant and not one square foot is left sheltered from the naked eye. The closets are particularly difficult for me to tackle. My friends may enter my home and wonder how I can keep it looking so clean and kept. But Lord, don’t ever let them go into my closets! Hidden deep inside those little caverns are things that might even be considered toxic. But what does it matter - nobody can see it anyway, present company included. At least not until moving day. Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 43 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning I had the pleasure of reliving this experience recently. We were moving from our home of six years. And now you know – that means six years without cleaning the closets. Six years! Oh sure, I vacuumed every now and then, and sometimes I even ran a duster over the clothes racks. But I never touched the places deep inside where nobody could see. The task was just too overwhelming to even consider over those six years. Someday, I assured myself, I’d get to it. But I never did. And now with empty boxes awaiting to be filled, I reluctantly began the dirty work. Clothes that hadn’t fit in years. Shoes that had never fit. Stacks of papers and photos I had never known what to do with, so they assumed permanent residence in my closet. Bags and boxes I rediscovered in my closet, holding forgotten “treasures” to (and from) the children. And mounds of dust. Not one crevice was free of dust – and I mean lots of it. I’m particularly embarrassed to admit the cobwebs I discovered in the farthest corners where my duster could never reach. As my body was bombarded with dust particles, I was having a sneeze-fest in my closet; wheezing and itching while my allergies kicked into high-gear. It wasn’t pleasant, and it couldn’t end quickly enough. I was miserable, both emotionally and physically, as I sifted through the garbage, deciphering between “give away,” “throw away,” and “pack.” But, alas! I did it. I made my way through the clutter and scrubbed the closet from floor to ceiling. After getting some fresh air (and Benadryl for my allergies), I stood KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 44 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning and admired my feat. That task had been staring me in the face for years – and finally it was done. What about you? Can you crawl back into the very deepest corner of your closet? When you give it the ‘ole finger test, does your finger return in a semi-sanitary state, or is it covered with dust and other non-identifiable particles? Try it. It’s okay - nobody’s looking. And even if it is dusty back there, nobody ever has to know. The problem is…you know. It occurred to me that our lives are much like our closets. What do you find when you crawl into the very deepest corner of your soul? Is it fresh and clean, or is it marred with dust…scars, perhaps? Unwanted memories? Past hurts? I was abruptly awakened to the fact that my life had become consumed with the past. I had become trapped in a world full of past hurts, hidden thoughts and secret worries. This, I knew, had nothing to do with my husband. This, I knew, had plagued my entire life like a dark shadow I couldn’t escape from. Up until this point, it had become second nature to turn and look the other way, pretending not to see it. But now, with the mirror in front of me, the game of pretending was over. I knew in my heart of hearts that for many, many years, the shadows of my past had prevented me from truly living in the present. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 45 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning I felt like I needed to gather up the dreadful things of my past and hand them over – like the “give away” pile of clothing from my closet which I had taken to our church’s thrift shop. Until I had gotten rid of those unworn and unwanted articles of clothing, they had overrun my closet space, stifling the rest of my “good clothes” and causing them to become wrinkled, squashed and unable to breathe because of the garbage surrounding them. Through this experience, I learned of the many parallels between my cluttered closets and my life: not only did my closets need a good cleaning, but my soul needed it as well. I needed to allow the air to flow freely in my closet; and allow the spirit to flow freely in my heart. I needed to allow freshness to re-enter my closet; and allow fresh faith to re-enter my soul. But there was a problem with this realization. I knew where to take that unwanted clothing, and I knew where to discard the things that would be of no use to anyone else. Trouble was, I had no idea where to take all those unwanted worries. Where do you discard those hurts that will never do you - or anyone else - any good? We cling to them in desperation, as if they are a treasured part of our past like a cherished photo album. But they are not. Believe it or not, there is somebody who actually WANTS that stuff! There is so much truth to the old saying, “one man’s garbage is another man’s treasure.” We are God’s treasure. Each and every one of us. Every bit of us. He’s not just interested in our happy side. He doesn’t just love us when we’re smiling and in a good mood. He truly wants it all. In bad times, He wants us to run to Him. We can’t hide anything from KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 46 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning Him, so we might as well be honest. Open up and tell Him your worries. And if you look up, you might just see the craziest, most unimaginable classified ad: Wanted: Worries. Problems. Burdens. Or any combination thereof. Call for immediate pick-up. Capture them all. Close your eyes and imagine His big, strong, beautiful hands reaching down from the heavens above. Clasp your burdens tightly in your hands, and stretch your arms up toward the sky. You don’t have to reach too far – His hands are there waiting. He gently unfolds your hands and takes all your worries into His hands, where He can deal with them as He sees fit. They’re no longer yours. You smile at the sense of peace; at the relief that’s overcome your soul. And He smiles at your obedience. Your willingness to trust Him. Few things in life are without a catch, and this is no exception. Surely it can’t be as easy as it sounds, right? The catch is…this little exercise requires honesty. It requires a willingness to behold that mirror and see everything it is trying to tell you. And it requires an acceptance of God’s amazing grace to get you through it. From my experience, I am convinced that a complete purge of this garbage can only happen with God’s grace. He is the great healer, after all, and He stands by in His faithfulness, ready to show you the way. One of the many blessings He has placed in KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 47 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning my life is Regina, a spirit-filled Godly woman whom I lovingly refer to as my prayer warrior. The Lord has gifted her with an incredible prayer ministry, and a willingness to share that ministry to spread His love and healing to those around her. I am certain it was no accident that I became one of “those around her” several years ago. At that time, I had no idea how much I would come to need her, and how crucial her gifts would be to my healing. The amazing prayer sessions I describe throughout the following chapters were facilitated primarily by Regina. I had neither the knowledge nor the focus to accomplish these things on my own, and chances are you may not either. Everyone needs a Regina in their life: someone who embraces the presence of the Holy Spirit, someone who can be a spiritual mentor standing on the word of God, and someone who has been gifted with a ministry for prayer and healing – and who is willing to share it. If you don’t have someone like this in your life, pray that the Lord brings a Godly person into your life who can fill this role. We were not meant to go through this alone, and as difficult as it is to share this stuff with others, we simply must. Strength As a young girl, music became instrumental in my handling of stress, helping me to cope with feelings I had which I couldn’t seem to talk about. Located in rural Iowa, our large, old home sat on a quiet residential street corner near the outskirts of town, bordered by neighboring homes, a manufacturing plant, and a familiar Iowa cornfield. Inside, I vividly recall the grand oak staircase leading upstairs to my bedroom – the KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 48 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning pathway which became my evacuation route when life became too overwhelming. In my safe haven, I blasted my music while the rest of the world (including that once quiet residential street corner) waited for me to release steam. I remember sitting on my bed, gazing out my window and staring at the ancient-looking willow tree right outside, wishing I could take hold of one of its strong branches and swing away to a more peaceful life; away from my current crisis-du-jour. But upon realizing that wasn’t an option, I allowed myself to be carried away by the lyrics blaring from my stereo as I struggled to deal with the issue at hand. And whatever it was, I dealt with it. I was strong. I handled it. And when I was finished, I wiped the tears, pulled myself together, and left my room ready to conquer the world once again. I subscribed to the “never let ‘em see you sweat” philosophy, and I was very good at pulling it off. I never spoke of the pain, and I dealt with it the only way I knew how. I buried it. Lyrics from decades ago still ring in my head today – although they probably shouldn’t. My taste in music wasn’t exactly a parent’s dream, with artists such as Ted Nugent, Nazareth or Kiss. But fortunately my interests were more varied in the earlier years, and included artists such as The Carpenters and Helen Reddy. Now picture a ten-yearold girl singing along with Helen Reddy, belting out these words: KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 49 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning I am woman, hear me roar In numbers too big to ignore And I know too much to go back an' pretend 'cause I've heard it all before And I've been down there on the floor No one's ever gonna keep me down again… Oh yes I am wise But it's wisdom born of pain Yes, I've paid the price But look how much I gained If I have to, I can do anything I am strong; I am invincible… I am woman What a sight I must have been. It really is a wonderful song, and simply writing those words makes me want to stand up and bellow again. The lyrics are poignant, wellmeaning, and summarize a lifetime of learning experiences concisely into a few sentences. I grew up subscribing to the message contained in these lyrics, believing I was strong, invincible, and determined not to let anything or anyone “keep me down again.” But the lyrics are completely wrong! We do indeed gain wisdom from our pain, and when we pay that price, we have the opportunity to gain so much more than we ever lost. But…we cannot do it alone. Our strength is only temporary; His is KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 50 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning eternal. True, we may tell ourselves we can do it – we are strong – we are invincible. And we may convincingly play the part of the unshaken pillar of strength. But sooner or later, that fallacy catches up with us and we become exhausted, frustrated, bitter and angry that we continually have to be strong and nobody is there to catch us when we’re finally ready to fall. And we will fall. The landing, however, is a little gentler when you rely upon heavenly hands to catch you. If only we could make one minor change to those lyrics, re-make the song, and send it into the households of every young woman, it would read more like this: I am strong (in the Lord) I am invincible (in the Lord) I am woman Our strength alone will never be enough to sustain us throughout this lifetime. Oh, I put up a good fight over the years and it took nearly forty years for my foundation to finally crumble beneath me. But it happened. The fall of my marriage was the hurricane that finally blew over this otherwise sustainable foundation of mine. My world crumbled beneath me, and for the first time of my life, I became aware that I could not do it alone. Looking back through the years, I can see that God did indeed gift me with great strength. What I never realized, however, was that He never intended for me to use it alone. I grew up strong. Events in my life would shake me, but never break me. I am not one of those people who seemingly sailed through life on the effortless path already KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 51 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning perfectly paved for them. I’ve been a child of divorce – twice, actually. I’ve been exposed to alcoholism and abuse from a young age. I’ve watched my mother’s tears fall because she couldn’t afford to put food on the table, and I’ve been humbled by watching that same proud mother stand in line for government-supplied cheese and peanut butter. I’ve watched a sibling destroy her life with drugs and rebellion, and I’ve been part of the family that was nearly destroyed by those choices. Obstacles came and went, but they only made me stronger. Adversity seemed to bring out the best in me, or perhaps it was just a driven desire to prove others wrong. In high school, I became the subject of vile bathroom graffiti one week, yet was crowned Homecoming Queen the next week. My decision to play high school basketball was ridiculed with words like “softball is your sport - you’ll never make it in basketball,” yet by the end of the season I was named to the all-conference teams for both sports. I was once told that going to college was a waste of time because “you’ll only get married anyway,” which probably had something to do with my not only completing college, but also successfully completing graduate school. OK, sing it with me: ‘cause I’ve heard it all before And I’ve been down there on the floor No one’s ever gonna keep me down again…. I had been shaken along the way, perhaps, but never broken. I was strong, independent, and determined to succeed in spite of the obstacles placed in my way. I KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 52 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning still vividly recall those moments today, each and every one of them - along with a closet full of other experiences that combined to shape the person I would eventually become. But there was one thing in my life that I could never seem to shake, no matter how desperately I tried to forget. There was one thing that managed to “keep me down” even when I wasn’t aware of it. And that one thing was my father. My father left when I was ten years old, and I haven’t seen him since. Yet I do not remember crying over his departure. Instead, I stepped up to the plate and promised myself I would be strong for my mother. I would help her so she would see we really didn’t need him. I was going to help her believe we were going to be just fine. And truthfully, we were. I was relieved when he was gone. My father was abusive and when he was around, I lived in fear – fear of his emotional torture and fear of his excessive punishment. We were all better off without him. Yet I didn’t allow myself to feel what was really happening. No matter how much I disliked the man, he was my father. My father hurt me. And he abandoned me. I hid that pain away for years, having absolutely no idea how much it impacted the rest of my life. I would later discover that it was this very experience that caused me never to fully trust anyone, never to allow myself to fully love anyone, and never to allow myself to fully open my heart to anyone. Because if I did, they might hurt me like my father did – and that was a pain I was sure I’d never be strong enough to handle again. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 53 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning It was astonishing to me that I hadn’t realized that implication before. It wasn’t until after sixteen years of marriage, when my husband’s betrayal stirred the same emotions within me, that it all became crystal clear. My husband’s infidelity shattered me. I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him, I secretly scolded myself. I was hurt by his betrayal, devastated by his rejection. And yet surprisingly, I couldn’t help but feel a tiny sense of relief. I finally allowed myself to accept the fact that our marriage had no longer been a happy one, and our relationship had in fact become a miserable failure. I had to admit to myself that even I had wrestled with the idea of checking out more than once. And maybe…just maybe…my husband had just provided me with a ticket out. One way or another, I was determined that I was never going back to that life of unhappiness, anger and bitterness. His betrayal had in essence freed me of that cycle and it didn’t really matter to me if we were ever together again. What mattered was that I had just received my ticket out of an unhappy life and I knew I would never live like that again. Yet I was hurt. So hurt that my husband could look into my eyes and lie to me, hurt that he allowed me to create an illusion-of-a-life that never existed at all, and angry that he had made a complete fool out of me. Confused at these conflicting feelings and emotions, and faced with a frightening and uncertain future, I sought help from Regina. During our ministry time together, Regina led me in prayer. She asked Jesus to show me what He wanted me to see; what He wanted me to know about the feelings I was experiencing. All of the sudden I was KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 54 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning filled with tears of sadness. She asked me what I was seeing and I said, “my father.” I briefly summarized: he was not a good father, he was abusive, my parents were divorced when I was ten, and I hadn’t seen him since. He left and never came back. “How did that make you feel?” she asked. “Relieved. Relieved that he was gone. Yet I was hurt that he could leave me like that. That he could turn away and never look back.” Aghast! I had uttered those exact same words only moments before, but they were in reference to my husband’s betrayal – not my father’s. There it was, laid right before me. The similarities were eerie. The sickness in my stomach grew intense. Two men. The only two men in my life I had ever trusted and they both betrayed me. And there was God, in the middle of it all. A man I was supposed to fully trust. A man I was supposed to give my heart to. A man I was supposed to surrender all to. A man. Like my father. The thoughts raced through my head, and suddenly I realized why I could never refer to God as “Father.” That word was full of negative connotations for me. I never felt loved by my father, yet I was supposed to believe that this “other” man loved me unconditionally? I was supposed to trust Him with complete vulnerability, knowing that pain and hurt would almost certainly come again? KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 55 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning No thanks, I thought. Why on earth would I ever want to do that? I’ve never needed to completely depend on anyone before – I have known since I was a child that I could count on only one person not to let me down, and that was me. And come on…this God person. Who was He, anyway? Many times throughout my life I envisioned some grayhaired old man sitting smugly up in the clouds and sending countless obstacles my way, almost laughing as He planned his next move. “Okay, let’s see how she handles this one!” Was that who I envisioned God to be? A man who took pleasure in attempting to trip me up? I believed in a God, but perhaps I never believed He only wanted the best for me. So how could I ever fully trust Him? It was as if He was reading my mind (which I’m sure He probably was). With my eyes still closed, my head filled with visions of two soft, cuddly, rollie-pollie naked babies – a heartwarming remembrance of our early days with our two beautiful little girls. They were giving me their wide-eyed toothless smiles, reaching out for me to hold them. I felt their warmth, their beauty, their innocence. My heart filled with joy and the tears poured out of my eyes. This time they were tears of happiness, not tears of pain. I was filled with an incredible sensation of love – the love I have for my children. His message was then clear. “You see how much you love your children? That is how I love you. All of you. I always have. And I always will.” This had a profound effect on me, and on the way I recalled the early years of my life. I cannot fully explain what I felt in that moment, but it was as if a dark curtain had KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 56 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning been lifted and the truth had finally been revealed. The darkness I’d carried with me throughout most of my life had been a complete lie. Unconditional, undying love did exist. And I was worthy of receiving it. He wasn’t out to get me. He did love me and He was real. This astounding revelation makes me wonder how our lives would be different if we knew just how much we were loved. Maybe not in our earthly relationships, but rather by our heavenly Father. At times, this world – and the people in it - can make us feel sad, lonely, and very unloved. But the knowledge that His unconditional love is there no matter what is the one thing worth hanging onto. “Father, what else to you want Kristi to see?” Regina continued. I was then reminded once again of my childhood; of traumatic experiences that had left me with deep scars. I recalled seeing my older sister pinned up against the wall by my father. While his strong hands held her shoulders against the wall and made sure she wouldn’t escape his clutches, her head turned away so that her eyes wouldn’t have to look at the monster in front of her. Her hair was wet with tears, and a stream of bright red blood dripped down from her nose. As her eyes sought refuge, they met mine. I looked into her eyes and it was a vision I will never forget. Her eyes were filled KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 57 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning with pain, hurt, fear. Yet there was something else there - resolve. An acceptance of the punishment she was receiving as if she somehow deserved it. Even though I was only eight years old, I desperately wanted to help her - but I couldn’t. I was overcome by guilt that instead of protecting her, I allowed my mother to lead me away into my bedroom where I wouldn’t witness any more. From that moment on, it was never discussed again. Yet the memory laid buried deep within me, never seeing the light of day until now. The Lord knew it was there, however, and He spoke to this memory by reminding me that He was the protector; not me. It wasn’t my job to protect her. Just as I couldn’t protect my husband from making the decisions that he made. And with this knowledge, I could free myself from my recurring feelings of failure: if only I would’ve tried harder, I could’ve stopped it. Regina and I talked about this for awhile, and she offered a piece of profound advice that took me awhile to absorb: “Don’t fix the fix that God has sent to fix.” Huh? I grappled with this for awhile before I understood the message behind it. In essence, she was telling me that God allows experiences to happen for a reason, and we all need to go through them. These experiences are not something we can control; not something we are meant to protect others from. In fact, if we get our hands in the way, God can’t do His work. And we must trust that He knows what He’s doing. My husband, for example, was presented with temptation for a reason and he was given free will to make his own decisions. Perhaps this experience was to make him stronger or to bring him closer to the Lord upon accepting his weakness. Whatever the KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 58 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning reason, I can see now that it was his walk. I can only be accountable to one God, and I will be judged on my own walk, not the decisions someone else makes on theirs. This, of course, doesn’t mean I’m given a “green light” to think and behave in any way I might desire. But if I’m allowing myself to be led by the Holy Spirit, He will guide me to think and to act according to His will. Through this guidance, I may be presented with the opportunity to influence another person through thought, word or deed. But the choices they ultimately make are part of their walk. I have the annoying habit of assuming responsibility for making everything better – for “fixing” what doesn’t necessarily need to be fixed. So this revelation was huge for me. I was able to release myself from taking responsibility for the actions of those around me and accept the fact that protecting everyone is not my job. I must do the job I’m called to do, but the ultimate decisions made by another person are part of their walk. This important lesson also had more forward-thinking implications. Suddenly I was aware that I cannot protect my children from experiences they must live through during this lifetime. Granted, I’m doing my darndest to do just that while they’re young, but I understand the time will come when I must hand that role of “protector” over to the Lord. I can teach them to walk in His ways; I can guide and encourage them along the way; and I can love them always. But ultimately, they are His creation. He has blessed me with the responsibility of providing His precious creation with the best possible start. He will mold them as He sees fit. I cannot protect them from all of KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 59 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning life’s circumstances any more than I could protect my sister. I will continue to pray for them everyday, however, acknowledging that the good Lord above has the power to protect them. I would be lying if I said my prayers for my children include “thy will be done” instead of “please protect them with everything you’ve got!” But I also know that like the rest of us, He will provide them with the strength to endure whatever He brings into their lives. Surrendering to the Lord is not easily accomplished, particularly when you’re a bit of a control freak (like me) who likes to get things done the right way (a.k.a. MY way!). But a new sense of freedom comes with surrendering. It doesn’t mean slacking off with a ‘whatever’ attitude. I still work hard; I still try my darndest. But when things don’t go as planned, I turn to the Lord for a greater understanding. And I no longer feel like a failure that I couldn’t hold everything together perfectly. I no longer sentence myself to a life of misery when I – or others – make mistakes along the way. And when those mistakes hurt me, I resist the “bury this” urge and no longer internalize the “poor me” thoughts. I still feel the anger, and I still have the need for a short-lived pity party, but then I can turn to the Lord and ask “why” before that anger has a chance to eat me alive. I seek the lessons to be learned in those hurts, knowing the Lord allowed those hurts to happen for a reason – and quite possibly they had nothing to do with me at all. Whew! Another big relief…another new sense of freedom. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 60 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning I went to Regina thinking that my torment began with my husband. While there’s no denying that his actions contributed greatly to my pain, there was much more that needed to be purged from my soul. More than I had ever dreamed. My husband’s betrayal caused my ultimate explosion, but the spark began smoldering long, long ago. Wow! I left that ministry time with a sense of freedom I had never known. I was no longer held captive by the painstaking thought that I was unlovable; that I was responsible for my father’s rejection and now my husband’s betrayal. I never openly admitted those thoughts before – they were the ones buried deep inside the closet of my soul. Like the thoughts preventing me from truly feeling loved or worthy, or the thoughts preventing me from fully trusting and believing. But this new revelation was incredible. I was a captive who had been freed. I was also free to forgive. I no longer held others responsible for the hurts I had felt over the years; for the stifling and repressed feelings. I did that to me – not them. We can’t control the decisions made by others, albeit painful at times, but we can control the way we react to those decisions. I chose resentment and bitterness. Now, however, I was able to choose to give that all up to God and free my soul. Just as there’s more than one piece of garbage littering our closets, these were just a few of the many hurts in my life that needed healing. When the time was right, there were more revealed and I suspect there are many more still buried. But during our prayer time, He has shown me that His strength is much more powerful than mine ever KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 61 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning was. He has shown me that yes, my heart can be broken but underneath lay a vulnerable, perfect remnant of a heart and that is all I ever really needed. He has shown me that losing myself was the best thing that ever happened to me, because it’s really not about me at all. It’s about Him. And when I was finally able to take the focus off myself, so many glorious things poured into my life – including Him! Again I say, we cannot do it alone. But if we surrender our lives to the Lord, we can be assured that He will provide the strength needed to endure whatever comes our way. He is strong. He is invincible. He is my God! I love this picture. It takes me back to a time not so long ago when we were having our family portraits taken. My four-year-old daughter experienced the dreaded melt down, and of course it came before that Kodak-moment was captured. She didn’t want to be there any longer, the sun was hurting her eyes, and she was tired of everyone telling her to smile. Longing for comfort, she crawled up into my lap and snuggled there, knowing she was safe and loved, and it didn’t matter to me that she didn’t want to smile any more. She didn’t care who was looking and she was completely oblivious to the fact that a camera was still pointing at her. Her older KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 62 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning sister sat nearby and tried to cheer her up, but she continued to nestle her little head on my chest, until she found that sense of peace she was looking for. Aren’t there times when we, too, don’t feel like smiling anymore? When we want the whole world just to go away and leave us alone…just for a little while? Do you then crawl into your father’s lap for some snuggling? What a ridiculous thought, huh? During one of his teachings, Jim spoke of our Father’s desire to provide that peaceful place to snuggle in his lap. I listened, but I just couldn’t grasp what he was saying. Truthfully, I thought the whole concept was rather silly, but nonetheless I remembered his words. And now with my new perspective, I understand. Why not revert back to that infantile instinct? We may be grown women, but we still need a place to snuggle; a place to feel safe and loved no matter what. Jesus is there waiting for us to crawl up into his lap and allow Him to hold us lovingly until we feel peaceful and content once again. He doesn’t care what we’ve done or what we’ve said. And as shocking as it can be, he knows what we’ve thought…even the most evil of thoughts, yet he continues to love us and continues to wait for our humble return. He just wants to love us…unconditionally. And there is no other place you can run to, or nobody else on this earth who can offer you such love, such power, such hope. So what about you? Are there things in your closet you hope nobody will ever see? Cobwebs that perhaps you are not even aware of? Like me, would you be embarrassed if your friends could see all the dust piling up back there? Dust that you had neglected and hoped nobody would ever find? Well, take those questions and ask them from a KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 63 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning different perspective. Are there things in your past that you are embarrassed about? Hurts deep inside that you dare not tell anyone, for fear they might be a reflection upon the kind of person you really are…someone who doesn’t truly deserve to be loved? Let it go! The majority of us have clean-up work to do. The past experiences that prevent us from feeling God’s peace don’t have to be extreme or devastating in nature. They can be more subtle, like an unkind comment from a loved one such as “You could stand to lose a little weight,” or “Why can’t you be more like your sister,” or “You have so much potential. Why are you wasting it?” Perhaps a parent has led you to believe there was nothing you ever accomplished that was good enough to make them proud of you. Or maybe you have made decisions in your life that you are deeply ashamed of. Take these memories to the Lord and let Him speak to you about them. Let Him show you how special you are, and how proud He is of you. Letting it go doesn’t necessarily mean standing on the rooftops and screaming your life’s pains for the whole world to hear. It means surrendering to God. Share your cobwebs with the Lord and allow His great healing powers to pour upon you. Allow His spirit to soothe your soul and allow Him to show you what these pains were really about. Receive His forgiveness for your unmentionable sins, and ask Him to show you how to forgive others. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 64 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning He doesn’t plan for everyone to shout His glory from the rooftops. He needs quiet servants as well. Chances are, one day He will place another hurting soul in your presence – one who needs to hear of your experiences. When given the opportunity to lovingly minister to them, share your experiences without fear. Be proud of your journey and feel good that you are providing them with a sense of hope they may not have ever known. By doing so, you will be giving them the greatest gift possible. You see, our great nation is full of wonderful doctors and therapists, and our pharmacies are full of great medications to help us bear our pain. We are fortunate to live in such a society with an abundance of resources. But even these great advances have limitations. To my knowledge, we have not yet pioneered a cure for a broken heart, nor have we formulated a pill that is proven to heal a wounded soul. The things of this world only scratch the surface - nothing of this world even comes close to His amazing healing powers which reach into the very core of our being and miraculously heal us from the inside out. I have found that all the inner secrets I have kept over the years have bound me and have kept me from being free. After all, why would I ever share this pain with anyone and give them a reason to think less of me…to think that if her own father didn’t love her, how could there be anything to love? Or why would I allow someone to imagine the kind of wife I must have been if my husband turned to another woman? But now that I am free, I’m not embarrassed. I feel victorious. I understand that any hurt I was ever exposed to did not come because someone thought I deserved it. It came because KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 65 Chapter 4 – Spring Cleaning it allowed the Lord to make me stronger. My experiences made me into the person I am today, and I am proud of that. Circumstances didn’t win. I chose to let God win. And in that choice, I feel like a winner as well. Go through your internal closet. Get rid of your garbage. It serves no purpose other than to provide a constant and nagging reinforcement of disappointment and discontentment. Make room for the Holy Spirit to free your heart so you are no longer stifled from smothering pasts. Don’t wait until spring to begin that cleaning! KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Chapter 5 Humpty Dumpty Lives! Song: Free, by Ginny Owens Healing. In its simplest form, the word “heal” means to make healthy again. It’s easy to apply this line of thinking to a physical hurt. We’ve all had wounds, whether large or small, that go through the healing process. As a little girl, I took many falls from my bicycle onto the pavement below – and must’ve spent most of my childhood with scraped, bruised or bloodied knees. I still remember that pain. It hurt so badly. The burning pain lasted for days and every time I tried to bend my knee the wound would pull and stretch – and hurt like crazy. Slowly, the open wound began to form a scab – a cover of protection that allowed the wound to heal from the inside out. But it never failed; that wound would continually be broken open again many times along the way. It didn’t hurt quite as much as the first time around. It may have bled again, but it would always continue to heal. Eventually, when the wound was healed, the scab would fall off and leave behind fresh new skin, capable of functioning without the protective coating of the scab. Capable of continuing on without pain. But can the same be said of our broken hearts? During my time of healing, I felt as though I were growing a scab. The initial, deep hurt began to heal as God blessed me Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 67 Chapter 5 – Humpty Dumpty Lives! beyond words. But every now and then, something happened to trigger the recurrent pain. A memory, an encounter, a word – something that caused the scab to break open and begin bleeding from within again. It didn’t hurt quite as deeply as the first time around. But it was there. As the wound was re-opened, more healing took place. And like my childhood knees, the wound eventually healed from deep within, and I could look at life in my fresh new skin. What good would it have done to put a bandage on my scraped knees if they had never healed from within? The bandage might have provided a little protection, but the wound would still hurt like heck, would still interfere with the carrying-on of my daily life, and would still send pain through my body with every step. The same constraints are placed on our lives when we allow invisible hurts to fester without healing. We can’t see them – and neither can anyone else – but we know they’re there and eventually the pain prevents us from truly living out our lives. Face it: we were meant to heal. The memories will never be erased. But when healing occurs, those memories no longer control us; they no longer bind us. For example, I can now look upon the experience with my sister that I shared in the previous chapter with compassion and a new appreciation for the tumultuous events that occurred in her life. But I no longer blame myself for not being able to shield her from them. I can recall the traumatic memories involving my father and realize that all of those experiences combined to help create the character I possess today: one that is kind, empathetic, and KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 68 Chapter 5 – Humpty Dumpty Lives! understands the potential life implications of a child’s hurts. I like these traits in me. I do not hate him for those lessons, and I no longer feel sorry for myself for having lived through them. I feel sorry for my father…truly sorry for him and pray that he has sought redemption and forgiveness from the Father above. But wounds typically do not heal without scars, particularly big wounds. And the wounds within our hearts are no different. I was privileged to attend an Extraordinary Women conference this year, which was a day full of spiritual encounters and stories shared by amazing Christians. Al Denison, singer, song writer and marvelous speaker, shared many stories – one in particular that touched something deep within me, and the lessons I learned from that story have remained forefront in my mind: We spend so much time and effort trying to cover up our scars. We seek help in covering the scars on our face with makeup, or selecting our wardrobe to hide scars on our body. Why are we so ashamed? Why are we so eager to cover them up? Why do we want so desperately to forget? Our scars are the roadmaps to our lives, each one of us holding a different journey. When healing occurs, we are free to look back upon those scars for what they really were - opportunities to grow closer to the Lord. When we accomplish that, every healed scar represents a lesson learned, an experience gained, and a victory declared. My husband’s betrayal is a deep scar that I will carry to the ends of the earth. In my initial angst, I told my husband I would never again wear my wedding ring. Never. Even KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 69 Chapter 5 – Humpty Dumpty Lives! if we miraculously reconciled and restored our relationship, that ring would never go back on my finger. Our covenant had been broken. The perfect triangle we shared with God had been destroyed. And I was sure it could never be fully restored without at least a small visible crack. My handy dandy hot glue gun has come to the rescue of many broken items in our house, but even with this tough bond, there is always a visible crack…evidence that there was a time when it wasn’t truly whole. And so went my reasoning behind my vow. If we ever got to a point when the anger was gone and when I could forgive, and when we were both convinced we really did want to spend the rest of our lives together, I did not want that wedding ring as a constant reminder of the betrayal and of the resulting hurt that our broken marriage caused me. Instead (and here goes more evidence that I missed my calling as a soap opera writer), he would fall to his knees and recommit himself to our marriage - and to his faithfulness with a new ring. But as healing took place in my life, so did a new revelation. The truth is, I don’t want to forget. Not any of it. I never want to forget the hurt I experienced or the complete devastation I felt. I never want to forget the sight of my own life shattered into tiny bits before me. And most of all, I never want to forget the way God touched me through my pain. His incredible power of love, His forgiveness, His compassion. The incredible way He does know what’s best. And the way He held my hand and guided me through it all. In essence, my wedding ring has become a scar. A vivid reminder of KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 70 Chapter 5 – Humpty Dumpty Lives! our weakness and vulnerability, of our sinful nature, and of our need to keep our Lord and Savior in the center of our lives and relationships. I share the following words from my dear friend, Betty, a Godly woman who has shared her faith and her wisdom with me throughout my journey. She wrote these words after Hurricane Andrew hit Marco Island, Florida with a vengeance in 1992 and she was involved in the devastating aftermath. But knowing that the insight of the message would provide me with encouragement during my time of healing, she passed these words along to me: "I have learned one very good lesson from Andrew, and that is: Through the eyes of disaster we see what really is important. Humpty Dumpty can be put back together again and although his shell is no longer without cracks, he is more beautiful because the cracks so delicately pieced together represent the miracle. My thanks especially to Andrew." I am a living Humpty Dumpty, thankful for the miraculous way the Lord pieced me back together. My shell is not without its blemishes, but the cracks haven’t destroyed me. In fact, they have made me stronger and have resulted in a newfound freedom and joyfulness I never dreamed possible. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men may not have been able to put Humpty Dumpty back together again, but my King beautifully restored me…bit by bit; piece by piece. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 71 Chapter 5 – Humpty Dumpty Lives! Out There in Pink A couple of years ago, our church family lost a dear friend. Miss Sarah, as my children referred to her, was “out there.” She bordered on flamboyancy. This radiant southern belle spoke her mind, and she wore her bright colors just as boldly. Nobody ever had to wonder if she loved the Lord – she told everybody. And nobody ever had to wonder if she liked pink – she wore it proudly. It wasn’t until her passing that I realized how much I admired her. I loved watching Sarah being “out there.” But as I look back, I realize that as I watched her, there was a piece of my soul that wanted to be “out there” too…a piece that had been buried beneath the rubbish of my life and had gone completely unnoticed. Until now. Perhaps my journey actually began at Sarah’s funeral. Perhaps as I looked around at her loved ones, and listened to the stories they shared of Sarah’s life, I wondered about myself. If this had been my funeral, what would my loved ones be talking about? Would anyone know what hobbies I left behind? Would anyone recall how I loved to laugh? Would anyone be reminded of me when they saw my favorite color? Regretful as it was, I knew that most of these questions could not be answered with a “yes,” because the truth was, there weren’t too many people who really knew me. Not because they didn’t care, but because I chose not to share myself, my true self, with anyone. I was more comfortable behind the mask I wore, and felt much safer behind the walls I had built. To be “out there” meant losing those things, and I had never KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 72 Chapter 5 – Humpty Dumpty Lives! been able – or willing – to do that. Perhaps that became not so much a choice of consciousness, but rather a choice of necessity. I had allowed my role, or my purpose, to become defined in terms of someone else. I was a mother. I was a wife. I was this or that, but I was no longer “me.” I don’t even think I knew who I was anymore. It was a sobering moment, really - to reflect upon the number of years I had spent existing rather than living. But it was also a moment that had a profound impact on the way I was determined to live the rest of my life. Existing. I wonder how many people have ever really thought about that word in the context of their daily lives, and then realized how empty the word truly is. In the dictionary, several definitions are given including “occur, be found; live with no pleasure.” The book of Genesis opens with an account of God’s wondrous creations, including man. So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. (Genesis 1:27) The Lord God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden… (Genesis 2:15) We weren’t simply found in the garden by God; we were created by Him. Even more astounding is that we were created in His image, and God doesn’t simply “exist.” He is KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 73 Chapter 5 – Humpty Dumpty Lives! not an “occurrence.” He takes great pleasure in His creation, and He is hopeful that we will do the same. He created us to LIVE – not to exist! And there is a profound difference. Accepting the role of constantly feeling unhappy, stressed, unfulfilled, and longing for something to “fill me up” is choosing to “just exist.” True, we all experience these feelings periodically, but it was accepting this as my continual way of life that became my trap. When you exist, you “live with no pleasure.” When you live, you live like Sarah: unafraid, unwavering in faith, uninhibited to let your colors shine. Watching Sarah enabled me to learn a great deal about myself. As God pieced my life back together and brought me close to Him, He also provided me with the courage to get to know me. Who would I be if I didn’t care so much about what someone else thought? What would I look like – on the inside and outside? What kind of person would I be? Would I have a hobby that I could openly share with others without fear of what they might think, and could I be bold enough to continue pursuing my passion without being crushed by every non-encouraging word? Would I have a favorite color or a favorite food? I used to know these things. But I suppose that through the years of accommodating everyone else’s needs, much of my own uniqueness had become buried. It had now become my destiny to uncover it. I wanted my family to know me. I wanted my friends to know me. And most of all, I wanted to know myself. But it was not going to be easy. I had many bad habits to break along the way. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 74 Chapter 5 – Humpty Dumpty Lives! Even the simple act of picking out clothing to wear was no longer done just for me. For years, I have relied upon someone else’s eyes to pick out a new outfit, or a new pair of glasses. Someone else with a keen eye had the ability to look at me and to know immediately if the look was “right” whereas I couldn’t seem to tell. True, I am a self-confessed fashion flunky. But I’ve realized that my own inability to “shine” without the advice or approval of others isn’t really about the fashion thing at all. Don’t get me wrong…on the rare occasion when I’m shopping for clothing, I still intend to bring along someone who possesses more fashion savvy than I. But as fun as it is to look good on the outside, it’s even more important to shine from the inside. How could I not look at myself and see this? There were times I would put something on, and my husband would ask “Are you going to wear that?” or my daughter would say, “Ooh, I don’t like that shirt, Mom.” These words sent me marching right back into my closet where I’d quickly change into something they would approve of. Why couldn’t I ever stand up and say, “YES! Yes I am going to wear this. And I love it!” And walk out the door with my head held high – like Sarah would have done. Because I wasn’t sure what I loved. I was more concerned about what other people would love. Would they like the way I looked on the outside? What could I wear that would fit into that mold? But my discovery is this: When Jesus’ love is flowing through your soul; when he has filled every single hole within you; and when His peace surrounds your entire being, KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 75 Chapter 5 – Humpty Dumpty Lives! you are transformed into a beacon of light for all to see - His light. There is something different about you. And people notice. They are drawn to you. They want to know what you have – and how they can get it. Of course, by then you know that it’s not really you they’re after. That, my friend, is Jesus’ great discipleship plan at its best. And it makes no difference what you’re wearing – or more importantly, it makes no difference what anyone else thinks about it. That was Sarah’s secret. That’s what made her so special. That’s what made her seem so “out there.” I like pink. It’s not a color that my husband was ever crazy about so I’ve never been bold enough to proudly wear it…until recently. I purchased a new pair of pajamas, and as you might have guessed, they’re pink. The minute I saw them, I knew they were perfect without even trying them on. And they were. My husband made his little remarks about the likelihood of our four-year-old daughter wanting a matching pair. “She likes pink, you know,” he added, as if to say a four-year-old has a right to like pink - but not a grown woman. “Do you think they come in her size?” he joked. No, honey, I don’t. These pajamas are not a one-size-fits-all. A soul must grow, mature and develop before it is ready to snuggle into of a pair of pajamas such as these. It took me many years of growing to finally fit into these pajamas. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 76 Chapter 5 – Humpty Dumpty Lives! When I wear them, and when I wear the other bright pink clothes that have been hanging dormant in my closet for years, I am reminded of what it truly means to be “out there.” Like Sarah, who boldly wore the colors in her heart…both on the inside and on the outside. And as it turns out, it’s not about the color (or the article of clothing) at all. It’s about being me – the unique person created by God - and not being afraid to show that person to the world. My children will tell you I have an annoying knack for taking anything and creating a song out of it. They roll their eyes and give each other the, “Oh brother, here she goes again” look. But we laugh about it and I keep right on singing. And I know one day they will recall these times with a smile on their faces, because I have offered them a window into my soul. They may not remember me for a particularly good voice, but they will remember the joy and laughter we shared through the music, however quirky it may have been, and I’m certain that memory will be worth all the eye-rolling they give me now. They will remember how much Mom loved going out to her favorite restaurants once in awhile, instead of being the disgruntled martyr in the kitchen every night. They will remember rollerblading together, and they will remember watching Mom try out their new scooter…a valiant attempt which ended with a very ungraceful flip over the handlebars. They will remember waking up before dawn and finding Mom writing at the kitchen table and they will recall how much Mom loved that hobby of hers. They will remember the stories I shared with them about my youth. They will remember the confetti, candles and flowers I placed on the dinner table KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 77 Chapter 5 – Humpty Dumpty Lives! occasionally – as they dined on macaroni and cheese. They will remember that I liked pink…and blue. But most of all, they will remember their Mom as the person she really was; not the mask she chose to wear. And now you know…I like pink. I no longer simply exist…I live. I sing louder. I laugh more often. I even dance once in awhile. And I’m not afraid to tell people why. In my brokenness, I turned to the Lord Jesus Christ. He helped me to see myself for the person I really was…the good, the bad and the ugly. He helped me to embrace the good and gave me the grace to change the bad. I have repented and have sought His forgiveness, for which He had been ready to grant – I only needed to ask. In my search for lasting peace, and for freedom of guilt from my past thoughts or actions, I learned that filling these voids can only come from letting Jesus Christ into your life. I have been released from my burdens and have been filled with an unexplainable love for Him, for myself, and for others. I don’t understand it. But I know it’s real. The childhood falls from my bicycle never stopped me from climbing back up and trying again. Would I get hurt again? Yes. No matter how confidently I sped around the KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 78 Chapter 5 – Humpty Dumpty Lives! block, or no matter how many races I’d won against the neighborhood children, I knew the time would come when I’d fall again. But I also knew that I’d heal. Now I apply that same philosophy to my life. Yes, I will get hurt again. Life – no matter how perfect it may seem – is never without its bumps and bruises along the way. But even with the most vulnerable part of my beating heart exposed to the world, I will heal. I will learn. And I will continue to rely upon the grace of the Lord to carry on. With this new understanding and acceptance, it was time to step back into a relationship in need of additional healing. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Chapter 6 Marriages in Turmoil Songs: Amazing Love, by Newsboys My Faith Will Stay, by Cheri Keaggy The thought of having a boyfriend never much appealed to me. Dating was fine, but when it came to a second date – who needed it! My heart belonged to me. It was safe there within the realm of my protection and there was no need to allow myself to become bogged down with something as useless as a relationship; something that would inevitably stand in the way of my ambitions, would require me to think of someone other than myself, and would ultimately bring heartache. It would not come as a big surprise, then, if I told you I had been voted “least likely to get married anytime soon” by my so-called friends in college. That would all change, however, after I met the man who would later become my husband. When we began dating nearly twenty years ago, I knew right away there was something different about him. He was kind. He was handsome. He was honest and caring. He was gentle and sensitive. And perhaps the most attractive feature of all was the way he made me laugh, even during our long-distance courtship. As Dr. Gary Chapman describes in his Toward a Growing Marriage seminar, I had the “tingles.” Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 80 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil Every card, every letter, every phone call, and every weekend visit all invoked the same sense of excitement and anticipation. But after sixteen years of marriage, the tingles were gone. When we saw each other after a long days’ work, we no longer laughed. When we had free time, we no longer sought ways to spend it together, enjoying one another’s company. I began reverting back to my “Who needs it” attitude toward relationships. My attention focused on the children, for which he would complain. I would reason that he was a grown man and could take care of himself…my children, on the other hand, needed me. And sometimes, the thought of lying next to my husband “till death do us part” felt more like a lifetime sentence than a reason to celebrate. Ahhhh, marriage. It can be so wonderful, so marvelous, so rewarding. And then it can be what might feel like a living hell. Why am I sharing this? Because during my own healing, God not only opened my heart, He opened my eyes as well. And I am deeply troubled by what I see. I am living in the midst of hurting people everywhere. Women suffering silent hurt and quiet anger. I see the emotional pains behind the masks…the smiling faces as they hurry about their lives, and the way those smiles disappear in the presence of their husband. The same way mine disappeared. Those burdens began spiraling out of control for me, as if I were caught in a forceful whirlpool, spinning violently and purposefully straight down the drain. I knew it was KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 81 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil happening but I no longer had the power, or the will, to stop it. My attitude toward my husband completely changed, as the resentment continued to mount. I became a real-life Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde: I could smile for the world and give the appearance of being the ideal wife and mother, but when I found myself alone with my husband, the monster in me surfaced. Bitter remarks spewed from my mouth before I could stop them…remarks I would never say to a friend. Sometimes I treated him in ways I would never even treat a stranger. When someone enters my home for a dinner gathering, for example, I graciously greet them at the door and do my best to make them feel welcome. On the other hand, when my husband walked through the door, I oftentimes went out of my way to ignore him. I made little eye contact. And I did my best to help him feel the way he had made me feel over the past year: lonely, unloved, unappreciated. It wasn’t always like this. But the anger and resentment that had accumulated over the last year of our marriage took such a stronghold on my inner being that I just reached the point where I couldn’t stop. I didn’t even know how to be kind to my husband anymore. I could no longer see any redeeming qualities about him – only qualities I wanted to run away from. I began feeling as though my life would be better off without him and that life as a single mom wouldn’t be much different from the life I was living. In fact, I sometimes fantasized about divorce – at least I’d have some free weekends now and then, instead of living a life of slavery 24/7. Terrible thoughts, I know. And it’s not easy to openly confess those thoughts. But this is real stuff. These were real feelings. And we don’t help ourselves, or others, by not being real. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 82 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil My Great Aunt Martha lived a full and wonderful life. She passed away shortly before turning 90, and until the end she lived and cared for herself in her own home, she took herself on her weekly appointments to the beauty salon, and with her robust love of life, she was always a pleasure to visit. Her garden, which she also cared for herself, sprang forth every year from the snowy Indiana winters and it was one of the most beautiful and peaceful sanctuaries I’d ever seen. When I traveled from our home in Chicago to spend a day with her, that visit always included going out to lunch, where I’d get such a kick out of being in the company of this spry, wonderful 80+-year-old woman who still enjoyed ordering a cocktail with lunch. We talked and laughed, and I counted myself fortunate to be in her presence, sharing in her wisdom. I once asked her what her secret was. I wanted to know how I could continue living, even when I’m approaching 90. “I’ve never been married,” she joked. Being a young newlywed, I replied “You mean you’ve never been in a bad marriage.” The wisdom in my response surprised even me. Throughout my entire lifetime, I had seen what bad marriages did to people. I’d seen the inner turmoil, I’d seen the physical effects, and I’d seen the far-reaching impact to those around the discontented couple. And now all of that past knowledge culminated into my life in the here and now. It was me suffering through the turmoil, dreadfully unhappy and determined to blame someone else. There was no partnership. There was no mutual respect, support and understanding. There was no love. Not real KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 83 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil love anyway. And it was my troubled marriage that had begun impacting others around us – whether we were aware of it or not. Marriage is not supposed to be like that. Marriage, the way God intended it to be, is a wonderful, beautiful, and holy bond. He created both man and woman because, in His infinite wisdom, he acknowledged it was not good for the man to be alone (Genesis 2:18). Unfortunately it took sixteen years of marriage, followed by great heartache, for my husband and I to fully understand this. A New Set of Eyes Through my healing, God has also blessed me with a new, unexpected gift. It is the ability to see things differently – with greater clarity and increased depth. I see the couple at church who has been too busy with their lives to regularly attend church, let alone sustain a meaningful relationship with God. I greet them and tell them how nice it is to see them again, and I ask how they’ve been. They smile and say “good.” But as I look into their eyes, I can see that things aren’t so “good” after all. I see an acceptance, as I once had, for living in a marriage full of discontentment, knowing the tingles were long gone, and becoming overwhelmed with daily life. But hey, that’s marriage for ya’, right? I watch another couple as they sit down in their chosen pew. I see the wife excuse herself to settle their children into the nursery. I see the husband sitting alone in KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 84 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil silence. He is not looking at anyone, is not saying a word, and is not bowing his head in silent prayer. He is just staring. There is an intense sadness burning deep inside his soul. Secretly I want to join him and ask what he is thinking – what saddens him so – because there I may discover what my own husband may have been feeling. God knew what He was doing when He relocated our family to this beachside community in South Florida. His wondrous creation became my refuge during my time of healing, my own sanctuary where I could always find His peaceful presence waiting for me. That place of sanctuary – whether it is at a beach or in a backyard garden - is a critical part of our life, and it can be found anywhere…anywhere you allow yourself to be alone with God, even if it means escaping for a nightly soak in the bathtub! Spectacular surroundings are not a requirement. The only requirements are the right frame of mind and the right guest list. I have spent many times on those glorious beaches feeling absolutely nothing. I have watched the waves roll in and out, wishing I could send those who have hurt me out to sea with them. I have sat on the sand and realized how captive I had become to my own anger and resentment, but remained content to stay that way. Yet I have sat in those same spots and felt the Lord’s unmistakable presence, listened to His words, and basked in His incredible peace. So what made the KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 85 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil difference? The difference was captured in my journal, during one of those moments on the beach: I’ve returned to my sanctuary again, and have invited Him to return with me. Sitting here alone, I’m filled with despair and hopelessness. But when I finally extend that invitation and allow Him back into my life, the sanctuary returns. I have oftentimes sat on this same sand, admiring the same enormous waters before me, but it is not the same when you’re here alone. The company I now enjoy, even though invisible, makes me feel safe. It fills me with hope. It comforts me and makes me want to smile rather than cry. It floods my mind with possibilities instead of hopelessness. It fills my heart with love instead of hatred. And when I’m finished savoring the company, it sends me into the world in peace. Imagine…all that resulting from a simple invitation. Or rather, choosing to accept an invitation that had been extended long ago. How many times will I attempt to do it myself? How long will I believe I know what’s best? These feelings of despair; hopelessness – they resurface when I decide it’s time for me to take charge. The peace and joyfulness only come when I choose to surrender. When I acknowledge He is right and when I finally get what they’ve been trying to tell me: It’s not about me. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 86 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil I spent a great deal of time praying and communicating with God on the beach – I still do. Those quiet times have brought about many life lessons, not only from our great heavenly counselor, but also from the life going on around me. Sitting silently with my journal in hand, I watched people walk by, feeling like an invisible observer of life. At times, it was almost like stepping into the shoes of Scrooge and catching a glimpse of the ghosts of marital past, present and future. The lessons I learned from the passersby were astounding, and unbeknownst to them, they helped to shape this chapter. Was it you I encountered along the way? Sitting on the beach, I see another couple walking along the shoreline. They look to be in their 50’s, and have probably been married nearly thirty years. The wife walks along the shoreline, but her face doesn’t portray the sense of peace mine does right now. She seems not to notice the magnificence of the water splashing on her feet. In fact, she seems more concerned that the waves might get her white capri pants wet. They are probably brand new – purchased specifically for this vacation, along with the hope that this vacation would renew her marriage. But it doesn’t look as though she got what she paid for. She’s angry. Not at the moment, but at the life. Joyfulness left this woman long ago – if ever it was present to begin with. Her sunglasses hide her eyes, but I imagine the bright sun isn’t the only reason for that. She angrily looks up at her husband, “Why do you have to walk so fast?” The bitterness pours out upon her husband, who has been working to maintain his twostride lead, apparently working hard to forget – at least for a moment. Yes, there was KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 87 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil indeed more than “walking fast” in that tone. And I imagine what she really wanted to say was more like “Fine. If you don’t want to be with me, just leave! You can’t even walk with me, let alone live with me!” He knows it too. He stops. His erect yet carefree posture immediately gives way to passive slumping. He has left tracks in the sand where he reluctantly dug his feet into the sand while the rest of his body turned to face her. He didn’t want to turn around. In fact, he wanted to run away as fast as he could. But duty called. Just as she is, although perhaps for different reasons, he is miserable. There is no joy left in his life. At least not with her. I see things so differently now. I see dynamics I never noticed before. I see relationships I never want to have, like the one above. But I also see relationships I have had, like the one below. On one of my regular bicycle rides, I encountered a young family walking to the beach. They were probably here for a fun family vacation – to find a relaxing place to get away from it all and to renew the family bonds that were beginning to break. But I can see they haven’t found it here. The wife is in her 30’s, young and pretty, but the look on her face is hiding that. She walks with her arms folded across her body, sullenly looking at the ground beneath her. One little boy, about five years old, walks alongside her but she doesn’t seem to notice. She looks like she’s hurting inside, and KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 88 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil the walls she surrounds herself with are dragging her down, expending all her energy so that it’s impossible for her to notice anything other than her heavy burdens. A second little boy, about three, follows close behind. His hands are held by his daddy, and as the young child expresses his glee with constant chatter, the man is distant. He has a smile on his face while he’s holding his son’s hands, and although he is replying to the chatter with meaningless nods, he is a million miles away. While he responds to his son, his eyes are on me – watching me pedal past. He is looking for something she can no longer give him. She is desperately seeking the hurt to stop. And they are both clinging to the hope that somehow…some way…they will feel good again. At this point, though, they both realize it may not be with each other. It’s a painful realization, but one way or another, the pain and the emptiness have got to end. I see God missing from so many lives. I see couples searching fruitlessly for answers between one another. Answers that will never come. I see anguish and hopelessness in a union that was intended to be holy, loving and joyous. I want to grab them all and tell them what I have learned. I want to hold up a mirror and let them see. I want to videotape that leisurely walk on the beach and show them what they’ve really become. I want to tell them that yes, it is awful but there is a way out. Yet despite my lofty aspirations, I know there is truly only one who can show them; tell them; lead them. And He’s the one calling them back to Him now. Is He calling you? KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 89 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil Perhaps at this point you are wondering if I ever found it…found the relationship I hoped to have one day. Keep reading. I have decided to save the best for last. Families in Turmoil Like it or not, the turmoil in our marriage has a direct impact on our entire family. Our society is filled with children who are not being taught how to love or how to forgive. And it’s not difficult to see why. Life is tough. The world is an overwhelming, frightening place when you’re standing alone. Time and time again, I have listened as Fr. William O’Connell warned his parish, “You cannot get through this world alone. The ways of the world are too strong; too powerful.” But, as he also reminds us, nothing is too powerful for God. Succumbing to sin and deceit can indeed happen to anyone – and it takes a constant effort to keep God in the front and center of your life. But our marriages are worth the fight. Humanity is worth the struggle. And when you believe Jesus is at your side, the struggles become rewarding. Each passed test is an honor, a privilege, and an opportunity. I am keenly aware that I could not have survived this tumultuous time in my life if I had attempted to do it alone. My husband and I would’ve been among the overwhelming divorce statistics, and our children would have been among the growing KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 90 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil number of children growing up in one parent households – or being shuffled back and forth between “his” and “hers” homes. Realize that I am not passing judgment. I know firsthand that sometimes this situation is a necessity and can be the best alternative for the children. But those situations account for a small statistic - which is certainly not represented by the astounding 40-50% divorce rate in this country. While it may not be easy to walk down every rocky road that comes our way, the short cut is certainly not always the best answer either. Divorce is heavy stuff, and sometimes – though not always – it results from choosing pride over faith. Subjecting children to a lifetime of heartache is a heavy price to pay for an unwillingness to turn our lives over to the Lord who can help us to heal broken hearts and broken relationships…those which He wishes us to remain committed to. Our children need to be taught how to love. They need to be taught how to forgive. They need role models, and as parents, it is our responsibility to provide that for them. We have been blessed with the children in our care, and that blessing comes with great responsibility. Imagine what an incredible world this would be if every parent agreed to teach their children God’s word; teach them to love; teach them respect and tolerance for one another and for themselves. And when we fall into sin, as we all do, teach them the power of forgiveness. This is not to say we should raise our children to be doormats, or become one ourselves. But when we allow God to lead our lives, we follow His direction. Either He will call us to reconcile relationships, or He will gently guide us out of situations that cannot be remedied. But it’s His call we should be following, not our own prideful desires. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Dr. Gary Chapman reminds us, Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 91 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil “When we are led by the Holy Spirit, we do things we would not normally do,” which can mean facing the anger instead of running away from it. Life is not easy for us, nor will it be easy for our children. Like us, they will be forced to learn lessons we once hoped they would never need to learn. Sometimes those lessons will impact the way they lead their lives – now and in the future. Like the lessons my children learned from our marriage. My children adore their daddy. They did not deserve to know the absolute truth about what had happened, yet they did deserve a child-sized explanation as to why their daddy was living in a motel. I gathered my children in my arms, trying to slow the tears that fell from my eyes, and I proceeded to give them a speech I could never have rehearsed. “Mommy and Daddy teach you not to lie, right? God tells us not to lie. But Daddy lied to Mommy in a way that hurt me very badly. And you know what it’s like when someone hurts your feelings, and you just need to get away from them for awhile? That’s how I feel right now. I need to be away from Daddy because I am angry and I’m hurt.” They understood. They were devastated, but they understood. When another child’s behavior made them so angry they couldn’t control themselves, they needed a timeout. Now Mom was there, too. And they understood. But they also understood that a time-out didn’t mean forever. There was still hope. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 92 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil Going to church became more meaningful to them. When they complained, “Ah, Mom, do we have to go to church? We don’t want to go.” I would tell them, “Yes, we’re going. God is the only thing that’s going to get me through this. I need His help to get over my anger and to learn how to forgive.” Suddenly, church was a good thing for them and they practically ran to the car. During the next service, my eight-year-old nudged my arm and handed me an offering envelope as she whispered, “This is for you. You’re going to need this.” Scattered around the envelope were her hand-written words: trust, love, peace, faith, patience, kind and prayer. Her wisdom went way beyond her young age, and her empathy and understanding touched my heart deeply. I still carry that envelope in my purse today. Children understand way more than we give them credit for. It’s a delicate balancing act, although it’s not so difficult when you allow the Holy Spirit to help you guide them through turbulent times. Children don’t need to hear all the sordid details that will cause greater hurt in their little lives. They don’t deserve to be manipulated by a parent’s anger or desire for revenge. But they do deserve the opportunity to learn that we are all imperfect people. We all make mistakes. And although it’s a difficult life lesson, they will benefit greatly by learning that love and forgiveness can happen only when we keep our lives focused on God. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 93 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil My children are all the better for the experiences and words we shared during this time. On the surface, I hate the fact that my children ever had to live through a troubled marriage and a separation. But God allowed this experience to happen for a reason, and we are all the better because of it. Even at this young age, my children understand that a marriage takes work. It doesn’t just happen. They’ve seen firsthand how difficult it can be to forgive someone, yet they’ve been witness to God’s miraculous love. They’ve seen lives around them transformed because of His amazing grace. And they know firsthand that “troubled times” isn’t synonymous with “hopeless times.” These are amazing gifts my children will carry with them throughout their lives. What good would it have done for me to lie to them, or to pretend that nothing was wrong? After having lived through the entirety of our situation, my treasured friend Jody assured me, “Because of this, you’ll be a better wife. You’ll be a better mother. And one day, you’ll be a better mother-in-law.” Whoa…the sound of those words terrified me initially. But she’s right. For now I know that falling into sin doesn’t just happen to the weak, or to the incompetent. It can happen to anyone. Likewise, healing and forgiveness can happen to anyone. We just have to know where to look. So, did I ever find a role model for the type of relationship I hoped to have one day? I previously mentioned the “ghost of marital future” but I have to tell you that this one was difficult to find. Countless faces passed me by during my search. Does it really exist, I wondered. And just as doubt was beginning to set in, there it was. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 94 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil Like every couple I have watched, this couple was out for a leisurely stroll along the beach. Probably in their 50’s, searching for a little rest and relaxation (“R & R”) as the calm waves gently washed upon their feet. But this couple was very different from those I had witnessed in the past. I could see them coming from afar, and once I spotted them, I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I knew I had found what I was looking for. There was a certain glow about them. They looked down at the sand as they walked, yet their bodies seemed to be in perfect unison, connected in some indescribable way. There was a true joy about them. They enjoyed each other’s company. The look on each of their faces left no doubt they were each filled with a sense of peace. They walked effortlessly – neither struggling to keep up with the other; neither frustrated with the others’ slower pace. Every step taken together was an enjoyment. Their “R & R” was much different from the others I had witnessed. This “R & R” was within each other; not away from one another. And I had the feeling that, while they happened to be enjoying the beautiful surroundings, this beautiful moment could’ve been found anywhere. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 95 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil They approached my V.I.P. seat there on the sand and both looked up at me with smiles. He reminded me of a motivational speaker as he waved enthusiastically, while she joined him in a warm “hello.” I must have looked like a giddy school girl – I couldn’t stop smiling. I wanted to jump up and down and tell them how happy I was to see them. To thank them for proving to me – and to the rest of the world – that it really does exist. To thank them for the hope that has kept me going. To tell them how special they were. But I was sure they already knew that. That kind of relationship does not come easily. And it does not exist without God. The relationships we find ourselves in – the ones we desperately long to leave or to change – are the ones we try to do without God. The ones where we begin to say “I can do this my way.” When we begin to experience the feelings of emptiness, longings and unmet desires, instead of turning to our Heavenly counselor to decipher those feelings, we oftentimes look to our spouse to fill up those holes. We turn to him because after all, “If he truly loved me, I wouldn’t be feeling this emptiness.” And when they don’t - or won’t - fill us up, we become angry. We become hurt. And we become bitter. Why did it take great pain for me to realize that my husband could never do the things I wanted him to do? He could never fill me up – even if he had wanted to. I never realized it because I was searching for “the moment.” And I was certain that the KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 96 Chapter 6 – Marriages in Turmoil magic of that moment rested within my husband…he just needed to care enough to use his magic wand. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Chapter 7 The Moment Songs: Spoken For, by MercyMe The Moment. It’s everywhere…movies, television, really great novels. Surely the real thing was out there somewhere, I continued to reassure myself. If I continued searching, I was bound to find it. Maybe I’d have to wait a few years until the kids were in school, but I’d wait. It would be worth the wait. I knew it was out there somewhere, and I knew that when I finally discovered it, it was going to be really great. One of these days, my moment was going to arrive… Oh, how I longed for the moment. There just had to be something better – something more. Looking at that same face day after day – the face that had become less cheerful with every passing year. Tolerating those annoying habits over and over – those annoyances that just couldn’t be overlooked anymore. Like the way my husband scratches his back against a wall, or the way he blows his nose, or cracks his neck, or spits out the window, … Eeey gaads! Is it any wonder we long for the moment…the opportunity to escape all of that? Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 98 Chapter 7 – The Moment Recall the movie, Jerry Maguire. Ever since I saw that movie, the “Tom Cruise moment” has remained in my head. You know the moment…the moment when a weepy Tom Cruise, overcome with emotion, bursts into a party to sweep his true love off her feet. After an emotionally-clad speech, he tells her how much he loves her and how much he realizes that she fulfills his every need. Now get out the tissue…here comes the big finale: “You complete me,” he declares. Ahhhhhh…my heart melts. That’s the moment I’d been longing for. Some day my husband was going to realize this too, I reasoned. And then we could rebuild our marriage. If I only really knew how much and how deeply he loved me, everything would be okay. He just needed to figure out a way to show me. I have since come to understand that the moment is perhaps the ultimate tease in a long-term relationship – the ultimate temptation. You’ve settled into a relationship, and after the exciting newness wears off, you slip into the comfort zone. But as the comfort zone begins feeling less and less comfortable, you become eager to slip into the next stage…the stage that suddenly becomes new and exciting again. But this stage isn’t a natural occurrence – it doesn’t just happen. Failing to recognize this, we begin seeking desperately for something that does not exist – at least not where most of us expect to find it. And sooner or later, great pain will come from those desires. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 99 Chapter 7 – The Moment My friend, Kim, has an incredibly thoughtful and romantic husband. A few years ago, a group of us gals went away for a Mom’s weekend getaway. After checking into our hotel rooms, Kim returned to the lobby with a school-girl giddiness about her. She told us there were roses and a basket of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries waiting for her in her room, along with a note from her husband that read: “Dear Kim: Have a great weekend. We love you.” Now that is a moment. How could you not wait to get home after receiving that love basket?! My romantic husband, on the other hand, sent me off with these final words: “What time are you going to be home on Sunday?” How do I get a husband like Kim’s, I wondered. I talked myself into believing that some day my husband would come to his senses. Some day we would live out that incredible role in Jerry Maguire. Some day he would ride in on his big white horse and sweep me off my feet. And when that day arrived, we would both be completely fulfilled; finally declaring to one another that “You complete me.” But as our sixteen-year wedding anniversary arrived, so did my realization that the moment would never unfold. The disappointment and hopelessness were unbearable. There would never be a white knight to sweep me away from all this. There would never again be true love in my life – at least in my marriage. With this realization, I wondered how on earth I could live the rest of my life like this. This wasn’t happiness. This was misery. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 100 Chapter 7 – The Moment As I look back, I realize that long before my husband began searching for a better life outside of our marriage, I had begun formulating my own escape plan. The seeds of bitterness had been planted and I can see how my own fertile soil allowed them to rapidly grow into thoughts such as these: I was sure I would never again be happy with this man, and in many ways I thought I would be better off without him. This relationship was never going to work. He didn’t care enough to listen, and certainly didn’t care enough to change. I was destined to grow old, bitter and unloved. It was time to get out while I was able to make a new life for myself and for my children. But as I would later learn, God had other plans for me. Other plans for us. And he put those plans into motion before we reached the point where bonds might never have been repaired, and I can now clearly see why – and why His timing was perfect. My husband and I had grown increasingly distant over those last couple of years, but we did have one thing in common: an overwhelming feeling of discontentment - much of which I now believe was based on the fallacy of the moment. Had we not fallen to the depths we did, we may not have ever learned that the moment does indeed exist…just not where we had expected. Rewind to your childhood. Do you remember the story about the knight in shining armor – the one with impeccable timing who always seemed to know when the fair maiden was in distress? The one you imagined would ride in on his big white horse and rescue you from danger, riding off into KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 101 Chapter 7 – The Moment the sunset with you holding on to his big strong waist? Or perhaps you remember the old Underdog cartoon, where Sweet Polly Purebred could always be assured that the great Underdog would hear her cries for help, and he would miraculously appear out of nowhere to sweep her away from impending danger. Of course, I knew these stories were not real. Still, I somehow managed to expect that, in times of my greatest needs, a strong, loving man would come to my rescue. And as I fast forward to current times, I realized that this man, of course, was my husband. But he’d lost his Underdog cape and he doesn’t even hear me when I’m talking to him, let alone hear my cries for help! And he certainly doesn’t have a big white horse. These stories are great fun, and even now I have to admit the pleasure in reverting back to these fantasies instead of facing reality, but at this point in my life, I cannot help but wonder why we fill our children’s heads with such myths. Not long ago, I was reading a marvelous adventure to my four-year-old daughter – an adventure that happened to include a knight in shining armor who swooped down and rescued a little girl from sure danger. I wanted to warn her, “Don’t believe it! It will never happen! He will never come!” But I didn’t want to spoil the fun, or give her yet another reason to think I’d gone KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 102 Chapter 7 – The Moment stark raving mad. Instead, I marveled in the fantasy with her – and then explained that there are real stories full of adventure which really happened, and those stories can be found in the Bible. She listened with wide eyes as I read to her from the book of Daniel, and she listened intently about how the angel of the Lord appeared and rescued His three faithful followers from the flames of an oven. Reading from her bible has since become our daily ritual. We read a marvelous fantasy adventure, and then when we’re done, she hands me her bible and asks me to read a story from there. Spectacular stories and works of literature are a cherished part of our culture, and marvelous adventures can help our children to thrive, learn and grow. However, we sometimes take for granted that everyone, including our children, knows the difference between fiction and nonfiction. But in our society, these lines are becoming increasingly blurred. While the fictional hero may not be real, there is a man in real life who will always come to our rescue. And that man is God. I want my children to grow up imagining the body of Christ behind that suit of armor, and like that mythical knight, He can defeat all odds to protect them. And I want them to understand the power of the Holy Spirit that, like Underdog, enables Him to hear every cry for help. But unlike these characters, He is real. If we ourselves didn’t grow up believing in that important concept, then we - as women and wives – can become so consumed with the things of the world that we begin expecting our husbands to save the day and make everything better. We begin KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 103 Chapter 7 – The Moment running on empty and then look to our husbands to fill us up. That’s his job, right? Have you ever thought, ‘If he loved me – if he truly loved me – he would see how empty I am.’ Oh, I played that one over and over in my mind until it then developed into this one: ‘And if he cared, he would do something about it.’ But he didn’t. And when he didn’t see what I wanted him to see, and when he didn’t do what I expected a caring person to do, I became angry. The seeds of bitterness were planted and discontentment soon followed. While we impatiently wait for the moment to arrive – the one that will make everything okay again – our relationship suffers. Our marriage suffers. We’re longing for someone to fill up our tank, and while the simple answer may be staring us in the face, we don’t see it. While we hear the Word, we don’t really believe it’s applicable to us. Instead, we desperately cling to the hope that we can complete our journey by running on the vapors remaining in our tank. But inside, our tanks are screaming, “FILL ME UP!” God is the only one who can truly fill us up. He created us, and while I may not be certain about many things in this life, I am certain that He didn’t create us to NOT need Him. Those empty holes are the special places reserved just for Him – and only He can touch them. He is the only one who can give us what we are longing for. When we expect another earthly being to do His job, we are setting ourselves up for great disappointment. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 104 Chapter 7 – The Moment The moment does exist. And it’s every bit as spectacular as I had ever imagined. I just never truly believed that it could happen…until I experienced it myself. I have included an excerpt from my journal below which captures what the moment was like for me. The moment when my deepest longings were finally met. The love affair I have discovered. The passion for loving God that I never understood before. Rendezvous on the Beach Whew. Barely made it. Didn’t want to be late for my rendezvous on the beach. This passionate love affair is so wonderful, yet our precious time together is so limited. I couldn’t wait to get here. I’ve been longing to be in the arms of the one who loves me. The one waiting for me as anxiously as I await he. I see the magnificent surroundings he has prepared just for me. And I know he truly loves me. Everything is perfect. Even the minutest of detail has not been overlooked. The sun is positioned just right - enough for me to breathe in the beautiful, magnificent colors that light up the sky. The waves peacefully roll in - enough to feel the serenity of the calming sea. The sand has formed a perfect seat for me to enjoy the marvelous theatrical production that was created just for my enjoyment. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 105 Chapter 7 – The Moment And he’s waiting for me with a surprise gift that he knows will satisfy my every need. One he has picked out just for me, and he has been so eager for me to arrive so he can see the look on my face when I open it. I close my eyes. Focus on him. He wraps his loving arms around me, and I surrender everything I have – everything I am – to him and him alone. That’s the moment he’s been waiting for. His present is then laid upon me. His great gift of peace. I treasure the moment. Cherish it. Praise it. Remember it. I thank Him profusely for His gift, a gift like no other. And I tell Him I’ll be back tomorrow. I open my eyes to witness the most amazing of sunsets before me. A magnificent glowing orange sun falling beneath the horizon of a neverending sea, promising the hope of a glorious tomorrow. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 106 Chapter 7 – The Moment Once I discovered where the magic of the moment could be found, I was able to let my husband off the hook. He was no longer responsible for my emptiness – I was no longer empty. He was no longer responsible for my unhappiness – I was full of joy. And he was no longer going to be wrongly accused of creating the miserable person I was destined to become. I was finally awakened to the fact that my destiny was between me and the Lord. I had placed all of these unrealistic expectations on my husband…of course, then, he became a huge disappointment to me. He’s not God! And nobody here on earth can fill those shoes. Having been set free of those expectations, I was then free to begin seeing qualities in my husband that I had become blinded to - the good qualities that had become masked by an abundance of disappointment. Suddenly he was a man standing before me, and I sadly realized how long it had been since I KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 107 Chapter 7 – The Moment actually saw him as a separate entity…a man not cloaked with my unhappiness. A separate being created by God. As much as I would have liked to have believed that my husband’s purpose on earth was to serve me by making my life better, it is not. His purpose – like the purpose we all hold – is to serve God. It was one of those slap-in-the-face moments for me, but it was effective. As Regina led me through prayer ministry during this time, she asked the Lord to allow me to see my husband the way He saw him. I’m certain that my perspective had been quite different from God’s. He saw His wondrous creation; I saw failures. He saw my husband’s unique purpose growing to fruition; I saw disappointment. In this light, the differences were amazing. Once again I realized that when we strive to become more Christ-like, we see things in an entirely new light. As disappointing as our spouse may become to us, we must remember this: Jesus Christ thought your spouse was worth dying for. He laid down His life upon the cross for all His children – yourself included. With these revelations, the warmth of His presence filled me and I knew He was listening. I knew He was there. I knew He was teaching me His truth. And I knew that restoring our relationship was possible with His help. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Chapter 8 The Road to Restoration Song: Ocean Floor, by Audio Adrenaline After years of pent-up bitterness and painful memories, the road to a reconciled relationship was not an easy journey to begin. Up to this point, I had learned a lot about myself. But as a couple, we hadn’t even neglected several our years, begun. We relationship and it had for quickly became evident that the repair work might take just as long. Quite honestly, sometimes the sight of my husband nauseated me. The hurt, the betrayal and the anger were like a whirlwind of destruction in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t seem to shake. During my lifetime, I had accumulated a host of preconceived notions and one of those notions pertained to counseling. To me, counseling was for those who were weak or those who couldn’t solve their own problems. So when I found myself sitting in my closet searching through our health insurance benefits for “mental health coverage,” I Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 109 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration was mortified. “Whoever thought I’d be looking into mental health coverage,” I grumbled to myself as I flipped through the pages. “…if it weren’t for that lousy husband of mine…” Of course, I came to realize that the counseling we needed wasn’t really because of my husband. It was because of the mess we’d both made of our marriage during the years leading up to this moment. I cannot speak for my husband, but I know I could never admit we needed help. Marriage counseling? Who….me? Us? No, that would imply we had problems we could not overcome. And, in my mind, that certainly was not the case. Perhaps it was pride, or perhaps it was that façade I had become accustomed to carrying around – trying to fool the world into believing “everything’s fine.” Whatever it was, I know the same feeling is shared by many – yet it is a tremendous obstacle to our relationships. I would have been mortified if someone had seen me going into a counselor’s office. I would have been embarrassed to be seen at a marriage seminar. In the aftermath, I can see the tremendous value in such opportunities but prior to our own breakdown, I could not overcome the negative stigma I had associated with seeking help. I suppose that stigma was symptomatic of a lack of wisdom – wisdom to know I wasn’t strong enough to do it alone. I’ve come full circle on this front. My husband and I have both become advocates of marriage counseling, and believe every married couple should routinely undergo a “check-up” from a qualified therapist. Not only can a good therapist help to repair a KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 110 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration broken marriage, but also he/she can help to make a good marriage even better. Our counselor helped us uncover revelations about ourselves that explained our behavior and actions over the years; she helped us with conflict resolution (which is something we’d never managed to figure out on our own); and she helped us to see where we’d gone wrong. Most importantly, though, she provided us with tools to help ensure we never got back to this ugly place again. Yes, I am tremendously blessed to be married to a man who was willing to seek the help we so desperately needed, and who allows God to rule his heart. My husband is a good man, and I am honored to be his wife (most of the time). But I do realize that not everybody has this, which brings me to a very important side note: If you’re reading these words and thinking your relationship can never be restored because only one of you expresses a similar willingness, there is hope. There are many wonderful publications that address this issue, including The Power of a Praying Wife, by Stormie Omartian or Hope for the Separated, by Dr. Gary Chapman. Most importantly, however, is the message continually reinforced by Jim, which is the knowledge that as a Christian, life – with all its uncertainty – is never without hope. The starting point for any future is a root in God. When you are actively pursuing the purpose He created for you, and are continually seeking His will, your roots are in Him and nothing is hopeless. Even if you’re in a bad place right this very moment, know that the best place you can ever be is in a complete partnership with God. In that KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 111 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration partnership, you are perfectly placed to make decisions that can only make your life better. My husband and I have worked hard over the past year to rebuild our relationship: rebuild the trust, repair the damage, and restore a marriage we thought was dead. Our counselors helped us to achieve this – both our earthly counselor and the great Heavenly counselor – but the lessons would have been meaningless had we not taken the action. Relationships do not get better on their own. Wise is the one who understands that. But let’s face it: counseling usually costs money. While a portion of the expense associated with counseling may be covered by many health insurance plans (look under “mental health benefits”), it still involves some out-of-pocket expense. And this can be a great barrier, especially when it’s not deemed to be of dire need. But even this obstacle should not serve as an excuse to do nothing, believing that a less-thansatisfying relationship will magically get better on its own. Qualified counselors within a church oftentimes offer their counseling services at little or no cost, such as a pastor, a member of the Stephen ministry, or even a specially trained lay person. Short of seeking help from a qualified counselor, there are a number of enrichment opportunities that can be done on your own – if only you make the time for them. Marriage enrichment seminars are often offered through churches for a nominal fee. Recently, my husband and I had the opportunity to attend Dr. Gary Chapman’s KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 112 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration seminar, Toward A Growing Marriage. We were both grateful to be in his midst, and both left committed to regularly attending such workshops. Also, however, we both left wondering why we’d never attended marriage enrichment seminars before. If you have the opportunity to attend a marriage seminar led by Dr. Chapman, leave the embarrassment at home and go with the knowledge that being seen at the event shows your wisdom! Additionally, weekend-long Marriage Encounter seminars, sponsored by the Catholic church (open to all couples and denominations), are offered all across the country. These seminars are intended to put romance back into a marriage, and to make a good marriage even better. For couples finding themselves in a troubled marriage, the Catholic church offers a different weekend retreat entitled Retrouvaille. If you are contemplating divorce, feel alone in your marriage, feel hurt or angry with each other, then Retrouvaille may be just what you need to begin the road to restoration. Information on both encounters, including finding a location near you, can be found online at www.wwme.org and http://www.retrouvaille.org, respectively. The best-selling book, The Five Love Languages, authored by Dr. Gary Chapman, is also available in CD format. This format provides a great opportunity for couples to explore new, more effective ways of communicating and connecting as they listen to the CD together in the comfort of their home, one chapter at a time. My husband and I KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 113 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration also discovered that Rick Warren’s Purpose Driven Life was instrumental in the healing of our marriage. This book in itself is great, but when you read the book together as a couple, the power within the cover can be unleashed tenfold. Despite our hectic schedules, my husband and I sat aside time each night to lay together and read just one chapter – then talked about what the chapter meant to us as individuals and as a couple. We were astounded by the way our communication opened up, and we discovered an intimacy within each other that we had never experienced before. There are numerous other options out there – many of which my husband and I haven’t even discovered yet. Some couples say regular dates help to keep communication and romance alive in their marriage. Some say annual weekend getaways are crucial. Whatever the option, the common denominator is the same: work! We oftentimes ignore this blessed relationship, then wonder what went wrong. We ask ourselves, why is my marriage in such disarray all of the sudden? But the truth is, it usually doesn’t happen “all of the sudden.” Usually, it is years in the making. Marriage requires effort to continually strengthen and enrich the relationship. You can “do nothing” and continue to wallow in misery, or you can commit to the necessary building blocks and reap the rewards of a blessed, peaceful marriage that you can be happy with. I have chosen the latter, but admittedly the choice is one I am faced with again and again. On numerous occasions, I have become overwhelmed by the amount of work ahead of us, and have been tempted to stop trying...to give up and to return to my old way of life. But then I am reminded that Noah’s Ark would never have sustained the floods had he opted to give up because he was just too overwhelmed with the work required KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 114 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration to build that ark. God is not calling us to build an unsinkable ark. He simply wants us to build an unsinkable marriage. But this, too, requires work. Building Blocks My marriage failed. I use the term “failed marriage” in its most literal state. Our marriage, or rather what eventually became of our marriage, did fail. But by the grace of God, we were able to piece it back together and bask in the glory of a Godly reconciliation. Our new marriage is more complete, more fulfilling and more enjoyable than our sixteen year marriage ever was. Yet it is a constant struggle to maintain that bond. Our therapist reminds us that it is hard work and it does take effort, sometimes more effort than we have the will to sustain. But that’s the way it can be with anything worthwhile in life, and relationships are no exception. As I was visiting my daughter’s preschool class one day, I watched as the children busily moved from one center to the next: some were participating in dress-up fun, some were playing with cars and dinosaurs, while others were coloring and crafting. There was one little boy, however, standing alone under the “building blocks” sign. I was awestruck by the concentration beaming from the boy’s face as he created what he surely considered to be the tallest tower on earth. He was surrounded by the clamor KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 115 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration of other children playing around him, but he was concentrating much too hard to notice – much less to be affected by the chaos. His own little world was safe and secure…and there was so much work to be done! Painstakingly he added one block at a time, taking great care not to knock over what he’d already put into place, until alas…he reached up as high as he could and crowned his creation with the final block. He stood back admiring the fruits of his labor, proudly looking around for approval. But he hadn’t noticed the two children behind him, fast approaching with dinosaurs in their little hands. As T-Rex began to devour Stegosaurus…BAAM! The entire tower came tumbling down. Although it may have taken a period of long, intense, hard work to build that tower, it collapsed in one flail swoop. Everything he’d worked so hard to build was now lying in pieces on the floor. It was just another day in the life of that preschooler. To me, however, the experience offered an incredible life lesson. As I looked at the pieces strewn about the floor, I realized that that particular moment was quite picturesque of what eventually became of our marriage. There was a point when we worked hard to build it up. But we became complacent, and no longer felt as though our relationship needed diligence or protection. We had built our tower, and like that little boy, we stood back admiring its beauty. We became consumed with the world around us, looking to others for approval rather than turning to the Lord above. And as we were doing so, the ways of this world snuck up behind us and…BAAM! KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 116 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration As a couple, we were weak and unable to withstand even the little swoops that came our way, let alone the mighty blow that would preface the end. Instead of building each other up, we had begun tearing each other apart. And after a while, it became easier that way. It wasn’t nearly as rewarding as stepping back together and admiring that strong tower we had worked hard to create. But it was sure a lot easier than the effort it took to build it. My husband and I still struggle with this realization. After working so hard to rebuild our relationship, we both expected it to be “easy street” from thereon. But as we continually realize, coasting and doing nothing may be easy and effortless - but doing so will destroy everything we have worked so hard to build. It’s kind of an oxymoron, don’t you think? When we find the person we know we’re going to spend the rest of our lives with, we just expect everything to be easy and to come naturally. We were made for each other, after all. We belong together. Simple as that. But it’s not that simple…not at all. Who knew relationships would require so much work! Since we go into relationships with such unrealistic expectations, the constant work entailed can be discouraging, and even depressing at times. But if we are to build that strong tower, it is time and effort we must accept as part of our daily lives. My husband and I are not real quick studies in this arena. We do get bogged down with our many other responsibilities, and we neglect our relationship as part of our daily lives. However, when the neglect occurs, it doesn’t take long to notice the hostility creeping in; the short tempers; the lack of loving kindness. We can feel ourselves KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 117 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration slipping back into our old ways of life as those old habits are extremely difficult to break. The difference now, though, is the ability to recognize what is happening and to get ourselves back on track rather than burying the discontentment and allowing it to fester and grow for another sixteen years. What I Learned About Marriage From An Eight-Year-Old During the height of my marital misery, I learned so many lessons and many of them came from sources I least expected. It seemed that once my heart had been opened, there were lessons to be learned everywhere I turned – even in seemingly ordinary events or conversations. Every day has become an opportunity to learn and to see more clearly. God has a way of sending messages via outlets that best enable His message to penetrate our increasingly thickened skin…even “out of the mouths of babes.” Riding home from school, I persuaded my daughter to tell me about her day. You know the drill: “How was your day?” “Good.” “Did anything special happen today?” “Not really.” KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 118 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration The prompting questions continued until she finally realized Mom wasn’t going to leave her alone until she gave me something! “Well, on the playground today, I was swinging with Andrew. But we were divorced.” My heart sank. Divorced? Had this new word become part of her daily vocabulary, along with school, swing and recess?! But how? I never talked about it. Her daddy and I were having problems – even going through a brief separation – but we never mentioned the word divorced. She had, though. And I couldn’t help but prompt her more. “What do you mean?” Still jovial and lighthearted, she said, “Oh, our swings weren’t moving together. I was swinging forward while he was swinging backwards.” Whew, I thought. Harmless. Simple fun. Until I saw firsthand what she was talking about, and I knew it wasn’t so simple after all. The next time we were at the playground together, both of my daughters rushed to the side-by-side swings and jumped on. With their long, flowing blonde hair blowing in the wind, they swung together back and forth. Their bright blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and their glowing faces looked at one another lovingly as they smiled. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 119 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration “Look, Mom. We’re married!” shouted my eight-yearold. At that moment, I saw into the depths of her discovery. They were happily swinging next to one another. Their swings were in complete unison, in perfect harmony. Each had to work at it by pumping her own legs, but they kept in perfect time…and they looked so happy doing it. They smiled joyfully at one another as they soared above the playground, seemingly without a care in the world. Of course, they did have their cares waiting for them when they got off (albeit pint-sized cares, like who was going to fix their lunch and which one was going to be the first to claim rights to the computer when we got home). But at that moment, none of those superficial desires mattered. They were enjoying each other in that moment. “Okay, Mom. Now I’m going to show you what it’s like to be divorced.” I wanted to shrivel up right then and there. There she goes with that word again, I thought. My eyes darted around to see who might have heard my daughter talking about divorce – who might have just learned that my husband and I were having trouble in our marriage. I wanted to tell her to get off the swing right now! Perhaps it was because I was embarrassed. Or perhaps it was because divorce had actually crossed my mind many times, and she had just unknowingly revealed my secret to the world. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 120 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration Although reluctantly, as if I didn’t want to become more aware of my emotional pain, I watched her. She scrunched up her little face and pumped harder and harder until she had completely broken the harmony she once enjoyed with her sister. Until she was far enough away from her sister’s flow that she’d not be able to keep time with her again…not even by accident. She swung forward, her sister swung backwards. They no longer smiled side by side. It was a strain to even see one another. “This is divorced,” she proclaimed. No, it wasn’t so simple. The complexity and underlying dynamics of a marriage had been discovered by a group of third graders on a playground. How? Could it be that their parents had all inflicted this pain upon them? That they have all been exposed to the heartache of a broken marriage, and of a broken family? Have they all had to grow up with the realities of divorce? Or could it be that it really is so simple. Could it be that we – the adults among them – have become so caught up with our own chaotic lives that we are now incapable of noticing just how simple it really is? You can picture it. Put your pointer and middle fingers together and move them together back and forth like a swing, keeping them parallel and in perfect rhythm. See how easy and effortless it looks? See how natural it feels? Now, break up that harmony. Move one finger forward while the other moves back. It’s not as natural. At KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 121 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration first, it takes more effort to keep that kind of rhythm going. But eventually, you get the hang of it and can take your mind off the focus while your little fingers just keep going. Then strangely enough, the motion resembles scissors. Did you notice that? And that’s where the real ugliness comes in. My husband and I had become scissors, cutting each other up. It wasn’t even an effort anymore. We didn’t consciously plan for it to happen – we just did it. It was the rhythm we had created, and it became effortless. Until one of us fell off the swing. And when one was down, it wasn’t much fun trying to fight the rhythm alone. So the other fell off as well. Fortunately, through counseling, we have discovered the means to get ourselves back in harmony. We don’t always swing in unison. But now we know how to recognize when one of our swings begins to break ahead or fall behind, so we can regain our flow before one of us falls – or jumps. Keeping those swings moving in unison is no easy task. It can be frustrating, and at times heart wrenching. My husband’s swing, for example, will probably never be fast enough for me. He describes himself as a “three toed sloth,” moving cautiously at a snail’s pace throughout life. I, on the other hand, speed through life sometimes overlooking the little details along the way. When I know where I’m going, I much prefer to navigate the waters of life using the jet ski approach whereby I get there as fast as I can, anticipating and preparing to overcome the obstacles that might come my way. My husband, on the other hand, prefers the floating approach - lying on a raft without paddles and floating until the currents of life drop him off on the shore, at which time KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 122 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration he stands at the water’s edge and surveys the situation before formulating his next move. The statement, “This difference can be frustrating” would probably win the award for “understatement of the year.” At times, my husband’s pace seems hopeless to me. Similarly, there are many traits within myself that I’m certain bring my husband to the same feelings of hopelessness. Accepting and embracing our differences has become an endless endeavor, and it requires much effort from both of us, both in adjusting our actions and our expectations. God lit a fire in my soul. My husband hates it. He calls it rash, confrontational behavior. I call it passion. He would much prefer to smother that fire until I’ve become more calm like him. But God made this a part of me for a reason and I don’t want to change it. Heck, I couldn’t anyway – not without the help of Prozac! What the Lord is now doing with me is helping me to use this fire for His glory rather than using it to tear others apart with abrupt, sometimes fierce, words and careless reaction. Then there’s my husband, awaiting the next crisis before he’s moved to take action rather than proactively planning ahead. I call his “wait and see” attitude avoidance. He calls it patience. What God is doing with him is teaching him to use his “wait and see” time wisely to seek the Lord’s counsel and direction during these times. This realization helps me to be more tolerant of our differences, and not want so desperately to change my husband’s behavior. That’s not to say I particularly like it, but accepting his gift of patience is in essence helping me to learn to be more patient myself. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 123 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration We tend to see so many faults in our spouses, and the anger it stirs up becomes difficult to control. “If that man leaves one more pair of dirty socks on the floor, I’m going to scream!” Or, “Once…just once I’d like to have a break from bathing these kids every night. Where is it written that this is MY job?!” Perhaps it will help to remember these words: God created your spouse for a purpose. Does God really care if your spouse leaves dirty socks lying around, or if I leave the lid off the toothpaste? And if He doesn’t care, why do we care so much? Our continued “caring” will eat us up. We’re different. We’re all different. We were each uniquely created by the Lord above, each part of the body of Christ, and each contributing to the good of the Kingdom. God had no use for a world filled with human clones. In fact, He created us with only one thing in common: because we are human, we are imperfect. No matter how great we think our spouse is, in all likelihood they will eventually disappoint us. Not necessarily because of their imperfections, but because of ours. We forget. We place expectations on them that are not attainable by anyone other than God. We forget that their individual uniqueness (regardless of how annoying those traits may become) was created for a distinct purpose. My drive to do things now leads my husband to think I am hot-headed. His desire to move more slowly and methodically oftentimes leads me to believe he just doesn’t care. Yet there are occasions when God will need my quick response, and other times he will need my husband’s patience. Separately, we may drive each other nuts. But together, we become powerful members of the Lord’s team. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 124 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration Even with this knowledge, I must confess that sometimes I feel as though it would be easier to give up. I find myself wondering if restoration is truly worth the fight. And it’s during these times that reminders are thrown into my subconscious thoughts, or sent into my physical presence. My head begins to visualize our counselor’s office, with me sitting in a chair across from her as she reviews the results of our personality tests. I hear her voice telling me, “you see, this is why…” and I replay the words, “be patient. He’s trying…” over and over in my head. I hear my prayer counselor’s wisdom telling me “It’s in God’s time; not yours. He’s working on your husband too. You just keep your hands out of His way so He can do His work.” Still, I occasionally become frustrated with our differences – and what I perceive as a lack of effort on my husband’s part – that I teeter on the brink of giving up. And at just the right moment, the great Lord above sends me another message, like the pelican, encouraging me to hang in there. The Pelican Sitting on the beach this morning, I watched the grace of a soaring pelican in the distance, hovering over the blue waters in search of his next meal. Having spotted his prized catchof-the-day, he dove with gusto into KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 125 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration the waters below, then floated effortlessly as his beak lingered below the water’s surface. I waited for his delight – the moment when he would throw his head back, dropping his catch from his pouch to his belly. But that moment did not come. His beak continued pointing downward in the water until his wings began lifting him out of the water to even greater heights. Again, he soared with his proud wings stretched until he spotted his prey. Splash! Into the water he dove. Still, nothing. I watched him make several unsuccessful attempts before I realized how remarkable it was that he didn’t seem the least bit frustrated, and wasn’t about to give up. As I watched him soar off into the distance – still in search of his big catch - I closed my eyes in prayer, hoping to find peace for my restless heart. I prayed for God’s guidance in understanding the inner turmoil bubbling inside of me. I anguished over my marriage. Why did it seem no better today than it was one year ago when it fell apart? Why did our old habits never seem to die? Why did our destructive behaviors keep creeping back into our lives? And why was I sitting on this beach, distraught that I didn’t have the marriage I wanted – and instead had a relationship that just never seemed to be good enough for me. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 126 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration As I prayed, I did find that peace I had been longing for. I also found more answers than I had expected. Yet the most profound answer came when I opened my eyes. There he was again – right in front of me. The pelican had returned, only this time he was close to shore and had just made another splash into the water just as I had opened my eyes. I was just in time to see his head jerk back with pleasure as he enjoyed his well-deserved (and long anticipated) catch. I smiled at his persistence - his accomplishment. Then before he could even get out of the water, he caught another. And another. And another! Without needing to proudly spread his wings and soar high into the sky, he gobbled six fish right there in front of me. Soaring high above the Gulf, the pelican had been searching for the big fish. But his natural God-given instincts told him it just wasn’t the right time, and he followed this guidance back toward shore…back where he could appreciate the little things. Had he continued his search over the distant waters, he never would have noticed the schools of smaller fish swimming near the shore. The ones that would satisfy his growing needs, leaving him content and at peace – not longing for more. If that pelican would’ve continued his search for the KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 127 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration big fish, he might very well have starved. But he had enough sense not to lose sight of what was truly important. Enjoy the little things. Be thankful always. Or be miserable and frustrated. If a bird has enough sense to know that, why oh why can’t I seem to get it? God gave us something called free will; and this oftentimes leads to a choice to ignore our natural instinct to return to the Lord for the little things – particularly in a world that surrounds us with the temptation of finding the big fish. In search of the big fish, we hunger. And though we might even become ravenous, even that state is oftentimes not enough to bring our focus back to Him. Oh no, we keep searching on our own – assured we’ll find that big fish. And all the while we grow increasingly frustrated; increasingly miserable. We completely lose sight of the little things. Like my marriage. I want a new, dynamic, rekindled relationship so desperately that I fail to see the little things that have changed for the better. The progress we have made, albeit small, goes unappreciated - even unnoticed. Consequently I become frustrated, impatient, defeated. And in times as these, I must remember the lessons I learned from The Pelican. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 128 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration It is so difficult to surrender it all to the Lord and to stop feeling sorry for ourselves. It is so difficult to allow God’s timing to replace our own impatience. And it is so difficult to love a spouse who has hurt or disappointed us – not a love borne of obligation, but true love that can be found only in an untainted heart. As I grow in my Christian life, I pray these things will become easier for me. Until then, I continue to remind myself of what a marriage is all about according to Scripture…not according to me: 1 Corinthians 13:4-7 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. (NIV) Healing my own inner turmoil was a remarkable step, but it was only the beginning. I must learn to love, as the word of the Lord commands me to. If I cannot truly love my husband, who can I love? If I can show more empathy for a stranger in need than for my own husband, what does that say about my supposed Christian walk? I ask myself these questions many times, as I struggle with the constant urge to keep score in my marriage. “I did this, this, and this…now it’s your turn to do something to contribute to our restoration. Just one thing on your own to show me you care!” I look for payback – something that tells me it’s all worth it. I do this, I suppose, because I am an imperfect human like the rest of us, and hence much less Christ-like than I would hope. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 129 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration When Jesus died on the cross, arms stretched out in perfect obedience, He didn’t look to the crowd and say “I hope you appreciate this!” He said, “Forgive them, Father.” That becomes a powerful visualization when I find myself weakened by my own selfish needs rather than maintaining focus on what is truly important. By the grace of God, someday I will learn – and my relationships will be all the better for it. Faithful One I once heard a story about a tree that had been named and honored with its own engraved nameplate, “Faithful One.” In reality, this was initially two separate trees, but as they both grew, they grew toward each other until their trunks and roots had completely entwined. Eventually, as the two tightly wrapped trees grew taller, the two trees appeared to become one. While they grew as one, they continued their upward growth, rising ever closer to God. This resulting tree was enormous and its obvious strength left no doubt it could withstand any storm. That’s what it’s all about. Becoming one through marriage. And then never failing to take that blessed union to a higher level…always striving to seek a closeness with God. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 130 Chapter 8 – The Road to Restoration A couple that grows together and stands strong in the Lord can weather any storm that comes their way. This is the relationship my husband and I are striving for, and we will continue to do so as we make our way through this life. But there is not a day that goes by when I am not aware that this blossoming relationship was borne of great pain. We lost a great deal along the way, but we have gained so much more. And so it goes with a life in Christ. Be willing to surrender it all. For no matter what you might lose along the way, you can be assured of one thing: Having God in your life is all you really need. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Chapter 9 Another New Beginning Songs: Ocean Floor, by Audio Adrenaline When you forgiveness, forgiveness to receive God’s mirror that others, and become filled with the peaceful presence of the Holy Spirit, you emerge full of joy and ready to conquer the world. It is a feeling I had never before experienced, nor even imagined. I was on top of the mountain, growing in faith and securing a closeness with the Lord I’d never experienced before. The journey getting there wasn’t what I’d call fun, but the moment of arrival was spectacular. Standing atop that beautiful mountain, basking and celebrating in His glory, I wanted to shout with joy, “Thank you, God!” But instead, I managed to make my way to the edge, seek out the steepest and most radical cliff, then dive off head first. Much to my dismay, being atop that mountain is not a permanent state. This lifetime is full of new beginnings, and each one has a purpose – a plan – to bring us closer to the Lord. Every struggle is an opportunity to strengthen our Christian walk, and to Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 132 Chapter 9 – Another New Beginning learn how to become more Christ-like. The time I have spent with Regina has helped me to realize that our struggles resemble a separate path that winds around the mountainside rather than up the mountain. There’s a big difference: until we get it right, we’ll keep going around and around that path…over and over again, if necessary. Only then can we progress to the next level, rising in our faith and obedience to the Lord. And once there, guess what? It begins all over again. My natural hurried pace would prefer to find the shortest path and run up the mountainside, and it goes against every grain of my nature to accept the fact that this isn’t an option. The quick and easy path simply does not exist. The spiral journey up the mountain is a constant struggle, yet one that is full of opportunities to build and develop the character we will take with us on our quest for salvation. With a promise of eternity, I suppose it only makes sense that we should expect to work hard at it while we’re here. Frankly, I don’t like this part of being a Christian. I oftentimes feel like a rebel child in a school full of restricting rules, knowing that if I am to succeed, I must somehow tame my free spirit to abide by them. But when I don’t succeed, I don’t get a hard whack on the knuckles with a wooden ruler. Thankfully, when I fall on this journey and am lying face down on the ground, the good Lord seems to understand. He doesn’t wait for me to stand up so He can disgracefully scold me and send me back to the bottom of the mountain. Through His grace, He allows me to stand up, dust myself off, then continue where I left off – and that is where I continue until my stubborn mind finally absorbs the lessons being taught. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 133 Chapter 9 – Another New Beginning I liken it to my daughter’s timed math tests at school. If she fails to complete 100 problems within five minutes, she doesn’t fail. She’s not sent back a grade level, consumed with frustration and defeat. Instead, she’s given another opportunity the next time. And the next. Until she gets it right. And once she does, she can emerge with a wonderful feeling of accomplishment –ready to conquer the next level. I suppose it was time for me to learn whether or not I was ready to move on to the next level. Had I learned to love and to forgive? Had I learned to take my anger to God rather than allow it to devour my soul? I was about to find out. After my husband and I had worked through our problems, our life together was back on track. Until the day I discovered he had inadvertently bumped into “the other woman.” Rather than behave as I thought he should have – as a man who was now faithful and loyal to his wife - he chose to remain in her company, chatting as if she were a long lost friend. Worse yet, my husband opted to keep it a secret. But secrets can never be kept if the Lord chooses to reveal the truth, and in this case, He did indeed chose to reveal the truth to me. So much for our pledge of honesty. So much for our agreement not to keep secrets. So much for believing he had actually learned from his mistakes the first time around. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 134 Chapter 9 – Another New Beginning And so much for the thought of ever trusting him again. “We only talked,” he tried to assure me, as if this somehow helped to justify his behavior. But for me, it was as though he had betrayed me all over again. I felt the dagger pierce my heart with the same force that had occurred only three months earlier. If this was his “best behavior” after only three months, what was I to expect three years from now? I was furious. My soul had turned into a tornado, spinning out of control. I experienced feelings I had never felt before – and they frightened me. It was as if I had been betrayed all over again, only this time I was determined to make him pay. This time, I wanted revenge. If he thought I was such an awful wife, I was going to give him a valid reason for thinking so. What they say about a woman scorned…well, let’s just say you can believe all you’ve heard. All that “seek and ye shall find” crap in the prior chapters – thrown out the window. I couldn’t write anymore, or at least not anything that was appropriate for someone to read. My hope of one day helping another woman through this devastation flew out the window, along with my hope of ever helping myself. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 135 Chapter 9 – Another New Beginning I ran from God as well. I knew if I fell to my knees, he’d answer my cries with words I didn’t want to hear; with calls to action that I didn’t want to take. So I made a valiant effort not to allow him to do that. All the while, I scorned. I brewed. I began searching for a divorce attorney. And I began, once again, to imagine my life without my husband, and without the intentional hurt that he had inflicted upon me once again. The next day I found myself sitting in my garage putting on my sneakers as I prepared for a bike ride. Suddenly I burst out into tears and pointed my anger to God. I yelled at him, “Why do you want me to stay with this man? Why? Why won’t you let me leave him?” And through my storm I heard His gentle response. “You will find out one day. But not yet. One day you will see. Trust me.” Damn, I thought. I knew He would fill me with words I didn’t want to hear! I immediately disconnected that conversation and got on my bicycle and rode away, pumping madly like never before – expending my anger there on my bike rather than succumbing to the urge to inflict great bodily harm upon my husband. I spent the rest of the day in a state of deep depression. Later that night, I pleaded with my husband to let me go. I told him I didn’t want to stay in this marriage, but that God wouldn’t let me go. “So please,” I begged, “if you’re not willing to change, and if you’re not willing to do whatever it takes to make our marriage work, then please just let me go and put me out of this misery.” For reasons I will probably never understand, he did not jump at my offer and I sunk further into my darkness. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 136 Chapter 9 – Another New Beginning My bitterness and anger were unleashed upon my husband, and I must admit that the vengeance felt good - for awhile anyway. But I soon realized that the poison I wanted to hurt him with was within me…I was the one who actually drank it. By carrying around the unforgiveness, resentment and hatred, my wrath wasn’t hurting him anymore, but it was killing me. Then, out of the blue, Regina called me on the telephone. Freaky, I thought. How did she know I was spinning out of control? My mask was very much intact. No crying from me this time. Oh no, I was going to stay strong this time and handle it MY way. And he was going to pay. “So, how is everything with you and Bill?” she asked. Surprisingly, without hesitation, I blurted it all out. How he continued to keep secrets. How he doesn’t know the difference between right and wrong. How he continues to hurt me. And how I wanted to make him pay. “Well, Kristi, I think it’s you who needs to come in for some ministry.” Me? What in the hell is wrong with this woman? Didn’t she hear me? It’s all him! It’s him all over again! He’s the liar! Those thoughts rushed through my head, yet (and again, for reasons I will probably never understand) I managed to pencil her in on my KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 137 Chapter 9 – Another New Beginning calendar for the following Tuesday. As ridiculous as her response sounded to me, I knew she was right. I had been trying to run from it, but I knew she had a valid point. I did need to discover the root behind my pain. Most likely, it wasn’t really about my husband’s behavior at all, although I wanted to believe it was. Yes, I was hurt; yes, I was angry; and yes, I had every right to be. But his behavior, albeit inappropriate, did not justify the hatred and anger that swelled within my soul, nor did it justify my wanting to hurt him or to leave him. Ephesians 4:26 has become my most frequently revisited verse of scripture: Be angry, but do not sin. Anger is a God-given emotion, and it’s okay to be angry. But it’s not okay to sin…not okay to want to hurt my husband, and not okay to live a life full of resentment, bitterness and hatred. Before my appointment with Regina on Tuesday rolled around, I had begun doing some preliminary work on my own. I had stopped running from God. I had begun to search once again for His peace; for His grace. But it was quite clear that this time around, it wasn’t going to be at the faster-than-light speed that had happened before. This time was an agonizing struggle. This was one of those times I found myself feeling as though I were crawling up the mountainside with bruised and bloodied knees, continually slipping further down along the way. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 138 Chapter 9 – Another New Beginning My depression lasted ten days. On the last day, I happened to pick up a book tucked away in my husband’s closet, which a spiritual mentor had given to my husband when our problems first surfaced. I picked up the book and decided to have a look. I was astounded to skim the book and read words that utterly described my husband’s attitude and behavior over the past two years. This spiritual mentor had seen within my husband the inner struggles that I did not. But it was all right there in the book, chapters that perfectly described my husband’s slow but noticeable dissent from his family, the attitude and behaviors I had grown to despise, his inability to communicate, the obvious emotional turmoil consuming his inner being. The book I held in my hands could have been my husband’s autobiography over the past two years and I found myself awakened to the inner pain he must have been suffering. I also found myself wondering why I had never seen the book, and why I had never cared enough to find out what was really behind my husband’s changed behavior. Over these past ten days, I felt hopeless. I lacked ambition. I would go to a store and waste one hour trying to decide which product to buy – a trip that should’ve taken a mere ten minutes. I stammered around the house wondering what to do next, and ended up doing nothing. I was with my children, but was distant. I was unable to “live in the moment” and find enjoyment in anything. The hope of sharing my experiences by writing a book was all but flushed down the toilet. I felt like a failure. I didn’t know where I was going or what I was doing – only that I was dreadfully unhappy again and it was all his fault. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 139 Chapter 9 – Another New Beginning We bashed heads again in an argument and I unleashed my anger upon him…full throttle this time. I looked him in the eyes and with pure disgust, yelled “I hate you!” In that moment, I’m quite sure I did. But the words shocked even me. Everything brewing inside of me - my unhappiness, the desire to really let him have it by yelling mean and hurtful words - was more than I could resist and I was overcome by the temptation. After I had done it, the ugliness of the moment stared me in the face. And it was my face staring back at me in the mirror. Ugly. Mean. Hateful. Spiteful. But upon reflecting on that moment just a couple of hours later, I learned what it was all about. Why did I happen to pick up that book today? It had been sitting in my husband’s closet for three months and went largely unnoticed by me. There was a reason I picked it up – a guiding hand that led me to that book. I needed the knowledge to understand what my darkness was all about…to understand what my husband had been quietly fighting for so long. I realized that the depression and darkness I had felt during this time must have been similar to what my husband had been feeling for two years. Mine had only lasted ten days, yet it was awful. His inner turmoil had been brewing for two years. When my own anger peaked, I couldn’t resist the temptation to unleash it upon him with mean and hurtful words. I am verbal and my anger tends to surface that way. My husband, on the other hand, keeps everything inside. And when his anger peaked, he ran away into a world of secrets and betrayal. By being dragged through this abbreviated course, I understood. So many times I have asked “Why? How could you KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 140 Chapter 9 – Another New Beginning do this to me?” But as I experienced that moment of complete despair and hopelessness, I could not control my actions. I knew the words would give my anger an outlet – at least for a moment – and I could not control the temptation to do wrong. It was in that moment that I finally understood how he, too, suffered the despair and hopelessness, and his affair wasn’t about hurting me. It was his moment – his way – of seeking a temporary outlet for his angst. This new understanding came with more pain and more hurt. Yet it also came with more growth. And without this new opportunity to see - without this new opportunity to go around the mountain yet again – I probably would have found myself sitting in a lawyer’s office signing divorce papers instead of refueling my eagerness to get this book into the hands of another woman who really needs to read it. I have learned to begin the healing process, but have also gained the wisdom to know I need help in finishing the job. Having Regina in my life has been a true God-send. While I continue to battle the resistance to admit I need help, the times I have spent in prayer with Regina have uncovered and healed areas in my life that may never have otherwise seen the light of day. This time was no different. She began our ministry by working on that overwhelming feeling of betrayal I had felt. That awful, stomach-churning feeling of being rejected, turned away, unloved. Being the wise woman that she is, Regina knew it didn’t begin with my husband, and in prayer, she asked Jesus to show me the first time I ever felt that feeling of betrayal. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 141 Chapter 9 – Another New Beginning Amazingly, the scene was before me – as vivid and as real as the first time I had ever lived it. I was perhaps eight or nine years old, and had been away at my first sleepaway camp. Upon my arrival home, the car I was riding in pulled into my driveway and my mother excitedly ran to the car to greet me. My Mom always had a way of making me feel loved and good about myself, even during the hard times, and this time was no different. She was so happy to see me, and I was equally as happy to be home. After helping me out of the car, she led me to the backyard. Our backyard had been home to many fun neighborhood gathering, and many of them were among my top childhood memories: popsicles after a game of softball; late night story-telling after catching fireflies; sitting and eating the rhubarb we picked out of the alley behind our house while enjoying the fragrance of the beautiful lilac bushes that surrounded our yard. But there were even more memories that were not so pleasant, and this was one of them. The picnic table was covered with empty beer bottles, and loud intoxicated adults were gathered around. My mother approached my father and excitedly exclaimed, “Look who’s home!” My drunken father barely raised his head, and with slurred speech he said the words I will never forget, “Tell her to go back to where she came from. We were better off without her.” There it was. Evidently my first memory of betrayal. The emptiness I felt looking at my father, and feeling ashamed that he was my father. The gut-wrenching feeling of KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 142 Chapter 9 – Another New Beginning being unloved and unwanted by someone who was supposed to care about me. The shattering realization that yes, his life would be better without me. My husband’s behavior had triggered this memory deep within me, along with the feelings that came with it over thirty years ago. While my husband’s actions may have been the ultimate trigger that pushed me over the edge this time around, they certainly were not the fire behind my response. This was. This, along with many other buried memories that would resurface. Why had this never come out before? Why had I never seen this memory in previous prayer time? I don’t know why. I can only accept the fact that it just wasn’t time for Jesus to show me until now, and therefore it hadn’t previously been the right time to work through the feelings that accompanied the memory. Now was the time, though, and as I relived that pain, He spoke to me. He told me how much He loved me. He told me He planned for me long before I was ever born – that He has always wanted me. The pain my father inflicted wasn’t about me at all. His actions were not thrown at me to hurt me. They were his reaction to troubled times; to temptations he wasn’t strong enough to fight – just as I myself had recently been weakened by the temptation to yell vile words at my husband. Similarly, my husband had never intended to truly hurt me. His behavior was also his reaction to troubled times; and to temptations he wasn’t strong enough to fight. I will work on your husband, He assured me. You work on you. And He told me that He KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 143 Chapter 9 – Another New Beginning needed me to stay focused on Him, that He needed me to stay close to Him. He needed me to do His work, and I couldn’t do it if I remained feeling sorry for myself. Again He showed me that it wasn’t about me at all. With this understanding I embraced His power of forgiveness. I let it all go. And by doing so, I moved a tiny step up that mountain. While I long to experience that moment again – the moment of standing atop the mountain wanting to shout with joy – His grace has become sufficient for me. It doesn’t really matter anymore where I am in my journey. It only matters that He is with me, even during the times I am once again lying face down on the ground. By now I know those times will come again…they often do. But I also know I will learn something from them. I continue to find myself crawling through the darkness at times, but it is from the wisdom gained through those times that I am able to once again stand in the light. We’re human. We fall from grace. We stumble off the path of a true Christian walk. We trip over our own clumsy feet along the way to salvation. And so do others. But when we surrender it all to God, we see the experiences for what they really are. We must learn to accept these imperfections within each other, and to forgive those who hurt us along the way. Luke 17:3 contains perhaps the most difficult piece of Scripture for me to live. Jesus told His disciples: If your brother sins, rebuke him. And KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 144 Chapter 9 – Another New Beginning if he repents, forgive him. If he sins against you seven times in a day, and seven times comes back to you and says, “I repent,” forgive him. My initial interpretation was this: “Seven times? You mean my husband could do this to me seven times, and I am to forgive him? Bologna! Surely there must be another interpretation in this bible somewhere. When is it enough…when am I allowed to say “Enough already” and give up on the guy? But this piece of scripture is not really about “seven times” at all. It’s about forgiving one another, and forgiveness is to be limitless. Just as the Lord is quick to forgive all of our sins, so must we be quick to forgive others who have sinned against us. Yikes…that’s a tough one. But if we don’t abide by scripture, the act of not forgiving will eat us alive and will prevent us from ever receiving God’s peace. I know. Although I hadn’t realized it, the act of not forgiving consumed my life for decades. It happens to be Christmastime this year. I am finishing up this chapter in the wee hours of the morning before the impending sunrise lights the sky, with darkness prevailing throughout our home. As I look at the magnificent Christmas tree glowing in the corner, I am reminded of the struggles we have overcome during this past year, and the victories we now share. In many Christmases of past, our lives resembled the ornaments. Each one was beautiful in its own way, but they were completely KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 145 Chapter 9 – Another New Beginning independent of one another. If one fell off and crashed to the floor…so what. The others remained hanging and never took notice. But the lights – the lights represent the life we now share. The strand shines brilliantly until one of the bulbs goes out, then the entire strand grows dim. When one of us grows dim, we all take notice. We all work together to help that light shine brilliantly again, and when it does, we are all standing together – led by God’s shining star on top. And with His guidance, I am confident that the lessons I have learned through this excruciatingly difficult year will guide me throughout my remaining walk on this earth. And so…as I continue my walk, I will keep my mirror tucked away, but shall be reminded to reach for it when my burdens begin to feel like the result of someone else’s actions. I vow to routinely clean my closet from the accumulation of dust and clutter resulting from a neglected soul, knowing that sometimes I will need to seek help in reaching the farthest, most desolate corners. I will remember the healing process of a wounded knee, and know that wounded hearts can heal as well. And I will continually remind myself of the pelican’s message to take notice of the little KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved Compliments of Kingdom Life Anglican Church Page 146 Chapter 9 – Another New Beginning things and to be thankful always. Although my life will be full of new beginnings, I will not live in fear of the future, for I know that God will give me the strength to endure whatever comes my way. I will never again be content to exist. I will live. And I hope you will join me. KingdomLifeAnglicanChurch.org Copyright 2004-2009; All Rights Reserved