A Woman's Hungry Heart
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Awkwardness is part of the process...
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
The stories we tell ourselves...
and I had two instantaneous and opposite reactions.
The first was... "You can say THAT again!" I totally related to the "didn't go as planned" part. But, as I moved my mouse to click on "Share," I heard another voice say, "No! No... It's NOT OK!" ... and I withdrew my urge to post the sentiment on my wall. I turned away from what I could only claim as a half truth, and I sadly scrolled along.... I did not recognize the significance of that internal dissonance.... Maybe because I've gotten so good at distracting myself at moments like that with any number of more urgent matters.
But the message didn't really go away... and after weeks of some shifty, clouded, unspecified grumpiness.... the kind that simmers at the surface while something bigger is boiling underneath... I took the time to confront my inner strife and I discovered something. I looked cold in the face of the reality that I DON'T think my life is OK.
.... I don't think it's OK that I'm on my third marriage with a heart scarred by abuse, abandonment and addiction.
....I don't think it's OK that even this marriage, though safe and comfortable, has no passion and little unity.
.... I don't think it's OK that I've wandered through various careers and at 46 I have yet to figure out what I want to be when I grown up.
.... I don't think it's OK that I have, at best, fragile, tentative relationships with my children ...
.... I don't think it's OK that NONE of this is how it was supposed to turn out....
As I faced these truths another thought arose... "How it was supposed to turn out ... according to what script?" What is the story I have been telling myself all of these years by which I am apparently measuring the "rightness" of my reality? Where did that story come from?
There is this picture in my head of what "was supposed to be".... a two parent home with a decades long marriage at the hub and healthy, confident, happy children in well adjusted and deeply bonded orbit around them.... a meaningful ministry.... esteem ... not wealth, per se, but financial stability... clarity... peace.... happily ever after??
The story comes partly from fairy tales, and partly from dear friends whose lives honestly look an awful lot like that. Friends with decades long marriages... healthy, confident kids.... meaningful ministries.... They, along with Cinderella fairy tales from long, long ago, have become a measuring stick in my mind ... and I don't measure up. Despite the battles I fought and won, the lives I've influenced, the obstacles I've climbed over and the successes I do enjoy, a dissatisfaction lingers. No... more than dissatisfaction... it's regret... or grief... or .. dare I say?.... envy?! But it's all based on this story of "supposed to be..." This fantasy life I have engraved in my subconscious that silently screams... "This is NOT OK!!"
So... this ugliness in my heart is now exposed, and as I stare at it I come to understand that this story of how my life was "supposed to be" has robbed me of the ability to take joy in what it IS. It has kept me locked in a state of "would haves" and "should haves" and "if only's" and those messages have formed bars of shame around my soul.
I need to be free from this prison... from this false script of someone else's life, not mine.
Then God whispers....
"... you are My handiwork.... created in Christ Jesus to do good works.... which I have prepared in advance for you to walk in.... "
"... you are My handiwork.... created in Christ Jesus to do good works.... which I have prepared in advance for you ... "
"... you are My handiwork.... created in Christ Jesus to do good works.... which I have prepared in advance for you .... "
"... you are My handiwork.... created in Christ Jesus to do good works.... which I have prepared in advance for you .... "
"... you are My handiwork.... created in Christ Jesus to do good works.... which I have prepared in advance for you .... "
"... you are My handiwork.... created in Christ Jesus to do good works.... which I have prepared in advance for you .... "
Prepared in advance.... Prepared in advance??
And it hits me..... God has a story for my life... a script He lovingly and painstakingly wrote... and I'm living it. It is MY story... because I am HIS handiwork.... and I measure up perfectly to the story He had planned for me. My husband... my kids.... my career.... my body.... all of it. Prepared in advance.... beautifully woven.... Messily mighty.
So I'm here with you to declare that I am throwing out the make believe story in my mind that diminishes the blemished beauty of what IS. That I am freeing myself from the prison of "if only's" and celebrating the ways God is using my trauma and brokenness to touch others.
I'm here to challenge you to look at the "supposed to be" stories you've been telling yourself as well. and to realize our stories are also far from over...
... and they didn't go as WE planned...
..... But that's OK.....
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Why Authenticity Matters
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Hiding in plain sight....
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Coming out from hiding....
The cracks have expanded into fissures of light and I'm finding myself ready to journey back out into community again.
There was a time when I breathed community - koininia - as my life blood. A time when I was connected to the Body of Christ and felt both seen and known in that context. I participated in the giving and receiving of encouragement, admonition, discipleship and in corporate worship. I studied God's word and prayed in agreement. I knew I "belonged" with my brothers and sisters and felt confident that my gifts were being used.
But I took a turn... I stepped out from that protective place into what I thought was a greater adventure in "one-flesh" community with a lover, husband, friend who shared my faith and more... I "submitted" and surrendered to his spiritual leadership and began to crave his approval and affection more than anything. I cast my pearls before swine... and the ways he used God's name to abuse and control and suppress me ... have forever left a scar on the faith I used to so freely share with my world.
I have since escaped... but have nursed wounds in hiding for a long, long time... And I came away distrusting anyone who used God's name... I still knew and loved my Savior. But I couldn't risk exposing that part of me any longer. So I've walked with Christ alone... trying to silence the echo of my ex-husband's voice telling me "all you need is Jesus..." when he really meant, "all you need is me..."
I do need Jesus.. and I need community, again... I believe we find ourselves and see ourselves more clearly in the reflection of intimate relationship. It is a risky place, but one we are lost without. I hearken, again, to the words of C.S. Lewis...
“To love at all is to be vulnerable.
Love anything,
and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken.
If you want to make sure of keeping it intact,
you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal.
Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries;
avoid all entanglements;
lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.
But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken;
it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”
And so I venture out... least I die in my dungeon alone. Walk with me?
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I'm hiding...
Where is the mom who longs to play with her children.... ? Who knows they hunger for her laughter, they crave her hugs like golden honey dripping off of fresh toast... is it possible to have too much?
But instead... I hide... I can't face the things undone... I can't look at their lanquishing hearts... I hide in my room, on my laptop, in a book, in a movie... in a chat room... on the phone... I hide from them the very thing I am trying to discover myself... I hide my presence. I hide the gift of myself - wounded, flawed, bleeding, imperfect...
Where is the courage to be broken in front of them. They need to see it... they need to know that mistakes are not tragedies.... that messes do not matter.... that life is not about "shoulds" and "musts" and the ticking clock of to do's... At least I wish it weren't.....
Monday, September 21, 2009
What is Beauty?
I wrote a poem some time ago... actually after my first divorce.. It is a poem about my "true" self... my worth.. my purpose on this earth... It was written as a psalm of praise to my Adonai... and also, in a way, as a vision statement of who I wanted to be... what I wanted to be... once all of the broken pieces of my heart were some day mended...
There is a line in the poem that says.. "Beauty reflected in the smiling eyes of my Savior..."
I wrote that because I recognized, even then, that I measured my beauty by what I saw in the eyes of the men who looked at me... that I needed to be "wanted" by a man to feel... I don't know what .... full? complete? worthwhile? beautiful? There is both truth and danger in that almost universal feeling among women...
The danger is obvious.... but the truth is that beauty, by definition, is something appreciated by another... whether it is the beauty of the rugged looming mountains, delicate swaying wild flowers, the vast violent ocean... or the soft curves of a woman's body or face.... Is anything beautiful until it is gazed upon?
Then, a short while ago, my Ransomed Heart Daily Readings by John Elderedge offered me this to ponder....:
For a woman to unveil her beauty means she is offering her heart.
Not primarily her works or her usefulness (think Martha in the kitchen). Offering her presence. At family gatherings my mother hid in the kitchen. She cooked and baked and prepared and served and cleaned and for the life of us, we couldn't get her out of there. We wanted her to share her life with us, her thoughts, her ideas, not just her effort. She wouldn't come. And we were less because of it.
The gift of presence is a rare and beautiful gift. To come unguarded, undistracted, and be fully present and fully engaged with the one whom we are with. Have you noticed in reading the Gospels that people enjoyed being around Jesus? They wanted to be near him – to share a meal, take a walk, have a lingering conversation. It was the gift of his presence. When you were with him, you felt he was offering you his heart. When we offer our unguarded presence, we live like Jesus. And we invite others to do the same.
And I saw, again, a new facet to what I offer... what I am called to as a woman.. as a Christian.. as a human... Yet, once again... beauty is something I OFFER... to some one else... it is not for me to keep to myself..
So … what about you... What catches your eye...? What stirs admiration when you see it on the horizon or see it walk in a room.... ? What do you think is beautiful?
And... how important to a relationship is it, do you think, that the man thinks his partner beautiful? That he catch his breath when she walks in the room... or shares of her heart...
I await your answers ...
Hugs,
-Becca