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When the Lies Slither In

Since our Christmas decorations are still up and because I love seeing lights shine in the dark, I will post a past Christmas memory….

About 20 years ago, our daughters and families were over for our Christmas celebration.  As our tradition has been for many years, every person must hunt for one of their presents.  We are each given 10 clues and at the end of the search there is always a gift to reward the searcher. 

Well, this particular year I successfully got to the end of my 10 clues and for some reason, the gift space was empty.  Immediately, words seared into my mind:

Yep, this is always your life.  You try hard, you work hard, but there will never be any reward for you….

I put on a happy face and tried to laugh about it but inside I was weeping, hurt and trying not to believe those ugly words in my head.  I knew the empty spot was not left intentionally, but it was empty – and those words ricocheted through my mind.

To be fair, this happened during a time when I was going through a particularly difficult menopause spell, rejection from people I loved, and a chronic illness.  But whatever the back story is, words and wounds in life – either perceived or actual – always hurt.

We have all received empty spaces, lies or worse when we had hoped for applause, compliments or a simple gift.  Ugly, stained words from those we love, or even mere acquaintances, leave a memorable imprint on our soul.

But it’s not just the words coming from people that hurt us.  Sometimes it’s the lies in our head that have been playing on repeat for years – spoken lies or words we presume others think about us.

I remember as I was suffering from that chronic health condition, lies began to creep in my mind

God’s forgotten about me, why else would I never get better?

I’ve just slipped through the cracks and God doesn’t care…

No one had ever spoken those lies to me, but you and I have an enemy who loves to slither into our minds, speaking words which are untrue.  Lies.  Singular first person lies which tempt us to think those thoughts are our own.

As Joyce Meyers writes in her book “Battlefield of the Mind”

One of the greatest revelations of my life is: I can choose my thoughts and think things on purpose.  In other words, I don’t have to just think about whatever falls into my mind.

I have learned since then that I have a choice about what I allow into my mind.  I may accept negative messages about myself, such as

I am worthless

I am unlovable

 I’m a failure

God’s forgotten about me

-Or-

I can choose to believe what God says about me,

I am loved by God

I am a chosen, beautiful child of God

God created me for a purpose

God has promised to never leave or forsake me

When we forget who we are, when circumstances around us seem to indicate God no longer cares, we can still believe He is for us and not against us.  He is always working for our good.  We can forgive those who have labeled us with lies, knowing that Jesus always uses those hardships to make us stronger and more like Him. Tim Keller says it so well:

In some mysterious way, troubles and suffering refine us like gold and turn us, inwardly and spiritually, into something beautiful and great.

When Jesus came down to earth 20 centuries ago, He came directly into the darkness of our humanity.  The Roman Empire at that time was corrupt, brutal, dark, inhumane and heartless.  Interestingly, he didn’t start explaining the darkness and why it was there. He didn’t condemn the Empire, He simply came into it (Immanuel – God with us) and was Himself a light, showing us the way out of darkness.  He presented us with new life and the strength to live that new life, the way of love.

When dark and unexpected thoughts come into your mind uninvited, invite Jesus and His love for you to replace those lies with the Truth.   His specialty is bringing good from suffering, correcting wrongs, renewing all things, and teaching us to trust.   When we replace those lies with Truth, we can love freely, forgive abundantly; we will find joy, freedom and contentment – even in a world which seems out of control.

Sometimes We Fall Apart

Dear Daughters,

This morning I finished the last page of my planner, my oh-so-valuable Things To Do notebook.  I typically use one each year, glance through it when it’s full, then throw it away.  You probably have something similar – the daily lists and reminders, temporary information that’s important for a time, and then it’s not.

As I was scanning through my notebook, I came upon the schedules for giving Lorazepam and Morphine to Grandpa, the timing for his breathing treatments, the list of Hospice workers, names of the amazing people who came in for the night shift and short statements about his general condition.  Suddenly my mind and emotions were swept back to those last few weeks of Grandpa’s life. 

It’s been almost a year since he passed and six months since we’ve moved back to Michigan, but immediately and unexpectedly today I relived all the grief and heartache of walking toward the horizon of the end of his life on this earth.  It was a sacred time a year ago, yet perplexing in how to give him comfort as well as those who gathered around to help.  I was reminded anew about how important it is for us to have a community of support, to give encouragement and do what we cannot do.  I’m reminded of the saying

It takes a village to raise a child,

but I think I can complement it by saying

It takes a village to escort a life to the end.

I know my statement doesn’t have quite the ring as the original, but it’s the best I can come up with – plus it’s true.

I used to feel young compared to Grandpa and Grandma (I looked quite spry in comparison) but now that I am around all of you, my daughters and your beautiful families, I don’t quite feel that way anymore and I continually marvel at all your energy and youth. But it’s ok, God has given each of us a time to begin life on this earth, a time to carry on and a time to leave.

I also came upon a beautiful song today, capturing all the emotions I was feeling.  So I listened and wept over all the memories – the hard, the beautitful, and a combination of all the others.  The chorus verbalized everything I was feeling:

It’s okay to cry
It’s okay to fall apart
You don’t have to try
To be strong when you are not
And it may take sometime to make sense of all your thoughts
But don’t ever fight your tears
‘Cause there is freedom in every drop
Sometimes the only way to heal a broken heart is when we fall apart  

It’s okay to cry, fall apart, and be weak.  In fact, maybe that’s how we can live life to the fullest.  Freedom comes in our honesty to admit we hurt, to admit we miss those who have gone, and admit we need help.  After all, it takes a village…

Love, Mom

Your Past ≠ Your Future

August 2012

Dear Daughters,

Since I had to quit teaching school six months ago I haven’t written you girls because I have been listless and unable to do much.  Thankfully I’m still able to teach piano and take care of the house, but even that’s been a stretch.

In the past year or so I’ve been listening to a lot of Joyce Meyer on CD.  A friend gave me her library of Joyce’s CD’s and she has been an excellent teacher and encourager for me in these months that have been so difficult and lonely.  She teaches on many different subjects but the one that has influenced me the most has been The Battlefield of the Mind.  I recently finished Joyce’s book by that name, so I have decided to use some of it as my focus for the next while.Joyce3

As you remember from the Old Testament, when the Israelites left Egypt after 400 years of slavery they wandered in the desert for 40 years before entering the promised land of Canaan.  What I had never known before is this:  If they had just gone straight across the desert it would have taken only eleven days.  So…why all the 40 years of wandering?  It’s something Joyce calls “Wilderness Mentalities.”  I knew that a big reason for their wanderings was their constant grumbling and complaining, but Joyce has studied the travels and attitudes of the Israelites and has come up with “Seven Wilderness Mentalities.”  Seven reasons why they continued to wander for 40 years.  Surprisingly enough, we still struggle with these very same mentalities thousands of years later.  I used to think that I was a bit more advanced in my thinking than those silly Israelites who never seemed to learn, but the more I studied these mentalities the more I realized that I’m really not much different than they were, even though I have their story to learn from.Desert2

Wilderness Mentality #1 is “My future is determined by my past and my present.”  All the Israelites had ever known was bondage in Egypt.  They had no positive vision for their lives.  As Proverbs 29:18 says “Where there is no vision, the people perish.”  They knew their history as slaves, living under harsh taskmasters, and could not fathom their lives being any different.  The same is true for us.  We know where we have been in our marriage, the annoyances, the playback of past hurts, dashed dreams of the ideals we had for our marriage.  Our adversary often feeds us the lie “Your marriage will always be like this, nothing will ever change, don’t even try.”

Anyway, back to the Israelites who grumbled and deplored their situation, accusing Moses and Aaron for their circumstances.  The Israelites got free food falling from the sky every morning, their clothes and shoes never wore out,  continuously they saw the cloud above leading them throughout the desert, yet still they complained.  They were never thankful for how God miraculously provided, but always critical – nothing was ever good enough, negative words all the time.  They simply did not trust that God loved them enough to take care of them.  My, how familiar it all sounds.

We need to get a new mindset and believe that with God all things are possible (Luke 18:27).  Asking for your marriage to flourish without God is like asking a rose to bloom without sunshine and water.  Yes, we all lose heart in our marriage now and then; it’s a battle to keep on loving, keep on forgiving.  I remember several times just wanting to walk away, give up, call it quits.  But I didn’t.  I made another meal, washed another load of clothes, prayed, listened and talked with Dad, asked God for help to love when I could not.

Memories are hard to forget, especially memories of how your husband has offended you, embarrassed you, hurt you.  As you all know Dad has offended, embarrassed and hurt me, and of course I have done all those things to him as well (I will spare you the details).  But what has happened in your marriage previously is not a prediction of what will happen in the future.  It’s not too late and it isn’t too hard because with God all things are possible.  He makes all things new if we simply allow Him to help us. New You may think that you are both too set in your ways to change and have a good marriage but remember the only one you are responsible to change is yourself.  Marriage is not about your happiness, but about you becoming more like Jesus.  Then He will do the unexpected, as you trust Him for those quiet miracles.

There’s a song I sing every morning before I get out of bed – out of necessity – because I know I can’t do life on my own.

Lord, I offer my life to you

Everything I’ve been through, use it for your glory,

Lord, I offer my days to you, all of my praise to you

As a pleasing sacrifice, Lord I offer you my life.

What do I have that you have not given?

And what do I have that is not already yours?

You are the one who makes life worth living

And that’s why I come to you Lord.

~ Claire Cloninger

Love,

Mom

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