Before I Leave Home

20180629_193507I guess I knew the day would come, but I didn’t realize how fast it would sneak up on us. We’ve even had some practice, with me going off to college (twice), but we always knew I’d be moving right back home.

But now, I get married in 8 days.

I’m over-the-moon excited, of course, but I am finally realizing that I’m growing up and it’s time for this chickie to leave the nest. These are my final days of sleeping in my twin bed in the bedroom I grew up in, my final days of padding down the stairs on Saturday morning to greet mom and dad sitting on the couch, and my final days of sitting at my place at the dinner table each night. It’s finally hitting me and it’s overwhelmingly bittersweet.

Daddeo and Momma,

Before I leave home, there’s so much I want you to know. I want you to know how much I love you and how much I am going to miss living in our home. You have both taught me so so much and to put it all into words is next to impossible. I cherish the memories of playing wiffleball in the backyard, being tucked in at night, going to church as a family, all jamming out to Shania Twain on the old karaoke machine, riding on the lawnmower, reading countless books, laughing over great movies, praying together, taking rides out to camp, spending countless summer vacations in Colorado, and learning about each other over the years.

I cherish the spiritual guidance you both have given me…from sharing Bible stories with me when I was young and teaching me how to pray, to encouraging me to grow in my faith and serve others as a young adult. You have prayed over me and with me for as long as I can remember, and I know a huge part of why I am now ready to leave home is because of your prayers and guidance. Thank you for being the ones to point me to my Heavenly Father and nurture my growth in my relationship with Him.

I cherish how you have both opened your hearts to me in your own unique ways…from walks with Mom, to sitting on the porch with Dad, to countless phone calls while I was away at school. Thank you for allowing us to become friends, in addition to being family. Thank you for sharing your grief and joys with me and allowing me to share mine with you. Thank you for always opening those channels of communication and letting me know that you will always be there for me. I know I can come to both of you with anything that is on my heart.

Thank you for supporting me: emotionally, mentally, financially, through schoolwork and friendship woes, through difficult decisions and great accomplishments, and in this big decision to get married and begin a new chapter in life. I know you will always be my biggest cheerleaders and I’m thankful God chose us to be on the same team.

I cherish the people you are, the parents you are, the friends you are, and the brother and sister in Christ you are. God made my cup overflow when He chose you to be my parents. I couldn’t have dreamed of better. Thank you for all you do and all you are.

Thank you for preparing me for this moment in my life. Dad, thank you for praying for my future spouse and showing me how to love others so well. Mom, thank you for showing me how to serve as a wife and mother. I love you both with all my heart and even though it’s time for me to “leave and cleave,” know that you both have made an incredible impact on my life and have made me who I am today. I’ll miss what was, but I’m excited for all the new memories we will make as I turn the page in our life story. I’m excited to grow our friendship more, to make memories with you as a daughter and son-in-law, to (Lord willing) see you become grandparents someday, and to see how God works in our lives and family. And don’t worry…I’ll be over to visit often 🙂 (thank goodness for only living 0.7 miles away, can I get an amen?!)

I love you Daddeo. I love you Momma.

Before I leave home, I wanted you to know just how much.

Following the Prowling Lion

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Hey there, friend. I haven’t written in awhile- maybe you noticed, maybe you didn’t. I’ve mentioned this before, but I typically write about lessons I am learning. I’m not much of a PSA/political opinion kind of writer, creative writer, or a reviewer. I simply like to write about what God is teaching me in hopes that someone else is maybe in the same boat and needs it as well.

So the truth is, I’ve been rather stuck lately. Stuck as in, I feel like I’m neck-deep in sinking quicksand, alone, but just too stubborn to cry out for help. I just kinda came to that realization this morning. Grad school has been one of my most challenging seasons of life so far and that’s saying something. Yeah the schoolwork is there. It’s fine. School has kind of always been my thing, though, so that’s not what I struggle with. I struggle with the loneliness. I struggle with the bitterness. I struggle with the frustration and dislike of many of my classmates. I struggle with fear. I’ve shared some of this with friends and family but probably not near as much as has actually been bothering me. This morning, I was reading my devotions like I always do (except for the past couple months, it’s just been physically reading for me and not mentally/emotionally absorbing and contemplating what I am reading), in Job 30 and 31. I just broke down in tears.

God, I just can’t do this anymore. I can’t continue to feel alone, pushing you away, living in this bitterness, anger, and fear. I hate who I have become these past few months. I need you, Lord.

Guys, I can’t even really explain to you how I have been feeling. My attitude is rotten a majority of the time. I complain every day about my circumstances. I jump at the chance to gossip about my classmates. I stew in anger over petty things my friends and family have done. I have turned myself into an angry, bitter person. This isn’t me. This is not representative of who God has made me to be. Listen to the words of a very broken man…so similar to the thoughts I have been having lately…

“God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes. I cry to you for help and you do not answer me; I stand, and you only look at me…But when I hoped for good, evil came, and when I waited for light, darkness came.” {Job 30:19-20, 26}

This cry is one of anger, frustration, hurt, and more. Job, I totally get you, dude. And just keep on listening…

“What would be my portion from God above and my heritage from the Almighty on high? Is not calamity for the unrighteous, and disaster for the workers of iniquity? Does not he see my ways and number all my steps?” {Job 31:2-4}

God, where are You? I am a good person, more or less. Why are you doing this to me? It’s a common cry that I’m sure resonates with most of us. Life is not fair. God seems unjust. How could a loving God allow this to happen to me? But friend, if you believe that God is almighty, good, perfect, holy, etc., this is the knowledge that should always trump our feelings. We may not feel like God is there, but we know He will never leave us or forsake us. We may not feel like He is being very loving, yet we know that God IS love. The disparity is between what we feel for Him and what we know to be true about Him. It is emotion versus knowledge. And this disparity makes sense. We are the created. He is the Creator. We are the children. He is the Good Father. He is perfect, we most certainly are not.

Friend, when the emotions for God feel overwhelming, when they are all hurtful and make you angry and upset and downright bitter towards God…be able to recognize feelings and how fickle they truly are. Satan LOVES emotion. I’m willing to bet it is his favorite thing that God created. Satan knows that our hearts often trump what our mind already knows. And boy, does he play those heart feelings up. He makes us dwell on them, marinate in them, and grow our roots so deep into emotion that it’s hard to dig them up again and come to the surface to breathe. Our adversary, the devil, knows what makes sinful human beings tick…and he will work those emotions as much as he possibly can. He will get you to doubt God’s love. He will get you to believe that your life is worthless. He will get you to think that justice is something of the imagination.

On the other hand, God nourishes knowledge. Why do you think He gave us pages upon pages of Scripture to read, learn from, memorize, and treasure in our hearts? He knows that (as hard as it is for us imperfect people), in the end, what is true…what we know to be true, is His focus. For God, the knowledge we have of Him is our saving grace. This is what true belief is. It isn’t some “spirit-filled feeling.” Belief is not a Jeopardy fact that we say we know, but then leave it alone when the questioning is done. Belief is a constant action; it is an application of what we know. We believe in God, so we act. We believe in God, so we love others. We believe in God, so we trust in His plan. We believe in God, so we learn more about Him. We believe in God, so we try to be holy as He is holy. We believe in God so we trust in the knowledge of His goodness, love, mercy, and justice, rather than thinking our fleeting feelings are what is true.

“Little children, let us not love in word or talk, but in deed and in truth. By this we shall know that we are of the truth and reassure our heart before him; for whenever our heart condemns us, God is greater than our heart, and He knows everything.” {1 John 3:18-20}

Scripture blatantly points out that our hearts require reassurance. When we root ourselves in the hurt we feel, we are following the roaring and prowling lion who wants us to follow our fickle hearts. He seeks to devour us.

But by living out our love for God “in deed and in truth,” our fickle, straying heart is reassured. Yes, you belong to God. Yes, child, you are His. He loves you. He does what is best for you. He allows the fire so you may be refined like gold. Friend, let yourself to trust in the knowledge that God gives us. The truth. And seek it wholeheartedly. Don’t do what I do so often and be swayed by the feelings that come and go, no matter how strong, tormenting, or even enticing they may be. And remember this fact: we are not promised an easy life. In fact, we are promised that life is going to be so incredibly hard. That was Job’s downfall too. He allowed his feelings to take over. He felt that because he was a “righteous man” that he should be immune to the fire. But God never promises that. What He does promise is His love, reassurance, strength, presence, and FIGHT for you. He is with you and He loves you.

God is greater than our heart, and He knows everything.

The God of Hills and Valleys

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Life is awkward and hard right now and I don’t like it at all.

I start graduate school a week from today. I’m moving to a completely new town, going to a completely new school, and meeting completely new people. I’ve done this once before, so this should be a piece of cake, right? Wrong.

I also am in the awkward part of life (that not everyone gets to experience) where I am out of the nest, but occasionally move back into it for a few months at a time. Many have graduated, moved on, gotten married, etc. whereas I can’t exactly do any of that quite yet. I just finished up a summer of working two jobs (both in food service…a far cry from Speech Pathology), getting my grad life together, and trying to spend time with various people amidst a weird schedule. Two more years of school stand in the way of me being on my own and starting the next season of life.

I am a casserole of feelings right now. A pinch of excited, a cup of nervous, and oh yeah…throw some terror in the mixture too. At this point, my emotions are unrecognizable to me. I’m not sure what to feel or when to feel them or how to quite describe them. Basically, I’m a mess and it’s what I’ve been serving others. Anyone there with me?

This has pretty much been my whole summer. A time of mixed emotions and feeling out of place.

Then I got in the car today, rolled my windows down, and was listening to some music on my drive up the mountain. You can usually find me blasting the local country stations, but today I flipped on the Christian station (usually it’s not my favorite…the songs are over-played and they just depress me). But the song that was playing today was one I had never heard before and apparently one I needed to hear. I just sat in silence and listened.

On the mountains, I will bow my life to the One who set me there. In the valley, I will lift my eyes to the One who sees me there. When I’m standing on the mountain aft, didn’t get there on my own. When I’m walking through the valley end, no I am not alone. You’re God of the hills and valleys…

(Hills and Valleys- Tauren Wells)

How EASY is it to forget the simplest truth that God is. He IS the God of the most joyful, celebratory moments. He IS the God of the worst, soul-crushing days. He IS always there, to walk beside us, to carry us when we are at our weakest, and to remind us that we can’t do a thing on our own. God is good in my excitement. He is still good in my nervousness and fear. My feelings, my actions, my forgetfulness even… they don’t change a thing about Him.

That song pulled me in and really made me listen. If I were in those lyrics, it would go something like this:

“In the excitement of the nearing end of my school career and getting out on my own, I will bow my life to the One who set me there.

In the terror of starting all over again and facing so many unknowns, I will lift my eyes to the One who sees me there.”

Man, tell me I’m not alone in this. Taking a step back and being reminded of a fundamental and foundational truth about God is enough.

“The mountains rose, the valleys sank down to the place that You appointed for them.” {Psalm 104:8}

He is the God of the hills.

He is the God of the valleys.

He is the God of my joys and celebrations.

He is the God of the awkward and hard parts of my life.

 

Build With Me

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In my adult life, I have become a thinker. Contemplating all the facets of life, love, friendship, difficulty, etc. is something I truly enjoy doing. I enjoy learning. Knowing. College, particularly, challenged many of the views I had and forced me to think. It forced me to think about what the meaning of life (mine) is, how I treat other people, and if the perceptions and perspectives I have are good and based on truth. Life has challenged me to become a thinker. To think is to give yourself time to make sure your following speech and actions are good and honest and edifying.

And that last part is something I was marinating on quite a bit yesterday while on the phone one of my friends. How do I make sure my thoughts, actions, and speech are encouraging? We talked a lot about this in light of “romantic” relationships, but truly this can and should be applied to all relationships…friends, parents, coworkers, and the stranger who cashes you out at the grocery store.

All this talk and thought stems from some relationship advice I read a few months back and it is something that really convicted me…because it can be so tempting to do this. It is so easy to (intentionally, unintentionally, or unknowingly) tear down the people I love. I’ll let a little (or big) complaint slip out, I’ll joke about something that may actually annoy me, or sometimes I’ll flat out get upset about something someone did or said. And when I’m talking with my girls, it’s so easy for me to let something negative slip out about my guy. Because guess what? It’s easier for us talk about others than it can be to talk to them. And that is a hard one for me to admit. Any feeble hands want to raise up with mine and say that you do this too?

We as people love to avoid conflict…at least I think we do. We’d rather complain about the problem than confront the problem. But in that supposed “avoidance of conflict,” we actually create it. For example, if my bff and I are talking on the phone, and I “harmlessly” make a crack about being annoyed with such and such a thing that my boyfriend does or I “share” my worries and doubts about something in our relationship INSTEAD of sharing those WITH my boyfriend, I, in fact, tear him down.

What’s that? They’re not there? What they don’t know won’t hurt them?

It will. If you believe those words, you are believing a lie.

Our thoughts are so powerful. When those thoughts turn into speech (or vice versa), they are granted even more power. The tongue is not easily tamed. As soon as I start to complain, argue, speak ungraciously, or tear down with my words, everything else is affected. Think about it this way. Let’s just say I look in the mirror one day and notice that I put on a few pounds after eating Thanksgiving leftovers for two weeks (who hasn’t been there???). I start joking about it with friends, making “meaningless” remarks about getting fat, and start thinking on it more and more. Then one day, all those seemingly harmless thoughts and words get to me. I start to believe them. I start to hate my body, get frustrated with myself, and not like what I see in the mirror. I start to believe what I say about myself, even though it’s not true.

Our words and thoughts can be powerful, to get back to the main point here. The more complaints I allow myself to utter, negative speech that leaves my mouth, and digs I give against someone I love, the more my perception of them starts to change. I begin to get upset. I allow my mind to run away with the “what-if scenarios.” I get frustrated before an interaction even happens. And THAT is the danger. That is exactly what Satan wants us to do.

People, can you hear me in the back? If our thoughts and speech and actions are not building up, they are tearing down. There is no middle ground.

I care a lot for my boyfriend. I desire for our relationship to grow and flourish. C’mon, everyone wants that. But if I have negative thoughts and share those with others behind his back (or my parents’ backs, my friends’, etc.)  rather than going to him with them, I just hurt both of us. Those words and thoughts will warp my perception of him to a point that I could start to doubt him, get angry with him, and forget the reasons why I care for him (and him for me!)

Here’s the solution (and the goal for any other relationship). Build up. Let gracious words season your speech like salt (Colossians 4:6). Be an encouragement. There are so many practical ways to do this. For me, it is this…tell others what you love about them. Share with them the exciting things happening in life. Talk about the positives and what encourages you. And make sure you tell your guy (or girl or friend or parent or coworker or neighbor) too! I try to make a point (especially after hearing that advice) to remind my guy of the ways I am thankful for him, appreciate him, what I respect him for, and all the reasons I love him. Because just that in itself is an encouragement and will build him up. And when (notice I said when, not if) something happens that upsets me or annoys me…I go to him first and share it with him. I shouldn’t ever yell. Shouldn’t accuse or blame or rip him apart or whatever. But in love, share my frustrations and work through a solution WITH him. That is what will make any relationship flourish.

“Real love is patient and it bites its tongue.”

Thoughts are little things. Most of us speak without thinking of the consequences too. And our actions will always speak the loudest of all. So check yourself. Do you build up? Or do you tear down? Being a good architect is part of the job description in any relationship. And simply for this reason: if you aren’t, you are going to cause destruction.

I simply ask you to build with me.

The Right Kind of Love

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Valentine’s Day is almost upon us and I’m preparing my blog a few days early to hopefully avoid being in the midst of the numerous posts of “Ohhhhh my significant other is the best thing in the whole wide world” or “Ohhhhh woe is me, I’m as single as can be“. Blah blah blah. Both can be annoying. On days like Valentine’s, or on just any typical day when contemplating relationships, we often don’t think of love in the correct way. I wrote all about my opinions and struggles with this in The Wrong Kind of Love. (Shameless plug: if you haven’t read that post, you should click on the link and go read that first). Even just two years ago, my perception of love was completely screwed up. In my current stage of life, it is still screwed up. I am a sinner, after all. My actions and thoughts of love will, unfortunately, always be tainted. However, that doesn’t mean that I cannot do things correctly sometimes, learn from my past mistakes, or be taught about love from the Relentless Lover, Himself. So here’s to a post about the right kind of love: love that I have learned about through new experiences, teaching, and ultimately, Christ’s perfect example.

When discussing this topic with my boyfriend, we talked a lot about the dynamics of our relationship…what works well for us, what we needed to improve on together or individually, and biblical principles of relationships. We decided (in our mere human views of a Divinely-created thing), that the right kind of love should involve communication, respect, growth, and service. In our relationship, in the times where we have felt the strongest and have seen flourishing, is when these four aspects are being applied to our friendship. Note: it’s hard to do well in all of these areas, let alone all at once. Relationships are definitely no walk in the park. They take constant work. Also, note: this is not some magic formula…not a “do this and everything will be better”. Once again, relationships take work…but without the Lord in the picture, the dynamics are much different.

Communication. It should be constant. Not the clingy, mushy communication of an immature, needy couple, but real nitty-gritty communication. You talk about the hard stuff. You become vulnerable with each other, sharing your struggles and your downfalls. You use gracious words {Proverbs 16:24}, speech that is uplifting and seasoned with salt {Colossians 4:6}, and most importantly, you be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry {James 1:19}.

“Know this, my beloved brothers: let every person be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger; for the anger of man does not produce the righteousness of God.”

Fun fact: this doesn’t just go for dating relationships. Though my boyfriend and I have had numerous times to practice the God-honoring communication principles, loving communication is used in families and friendships as well. He and I have had to learn the art of humble communication. This means, genuinely apologizing and confessing to one another AND genuinely forgiving one another. We are far from perfect. We mess up all the time. We frustrate each other, hold back our feelings, or just plain mess up…but time and time again, we have recognized our mistakes, humbly apologized to the other, and have forgiven. It’s rough at the time, but to be forgiven and to be free of your downfalls is the best feeling.

Respect. This can be tricky…especially in guy-and-girl dynamics. Respect can look a little bit different and definitely be difficult. For my boyfriend and I, respect has been more about the good of our relationship and respect for the Lord than anything. First of all, we respect our relationship and the enjoyment of it by not obsessing. We are mindful and contemplative of the future in a practical way, but we don’t worry and obsess over it. We’d like to get married someday, IF that is what God has in mind. So for now, we date with intention as we look forward to that day, but are respectful of God’s plans as well. Now comes the uncomfortable part that not many like to acknowledge nor agree with. We are respectful of each other’s bodies and boundaries. We talked about boundaries on our second date. And it wasn’t a once-and-done thing. We still talk about boundaries, a year and some odd weeks later. We keep each other accountable, even if it is difficult. We know that God intended sex to be for the pleasure, enjoyment, and fulfillment of a man and woman in the confines of marriage {Matthew 19:4-6}. Yeah, it’s definitely hard. We are human. But we are still respectful of God’s intentions for bodies and boundaries.

Growth. Relationships should constantly be growing. My boyfriend and I have recognized growth in sharing and praying, more than anything. We share just about everything. Thoughts, ideas, time, sorrows, joy. (Some people may think we share a little too much time, but honestly, I don’t let it bother me too much. It’s a part of growing. Now, there’s definitely a limit, but that’s another can of worms). We also make it a point to pray, both for and with each other. I’ll tell ya, that is also difficult. My prayer life can be pretty crappy, pretty often. But those times when I am in communication with my Heavenly Father and am able to pray for my man, I feel much closer to both of them. One of my favorite memories was a really difficult one, and personal, so I won’t share details. Basically, we had a very long, difficult, and tear-filled discussion. It was filled with confession, forgiveness, and sharing. But after this conversation came to a close, we prayed together. That was the sweetest time, where the Lord drew us so close together as we came before Him with our thoughts. You grow closer to your significant other when you grow closer to the Lord. Plain and simple.

“Two are better than one; because they have a good reward for their labor…and if one prevail against him, two shall withstand him; and a threefold cord is not quickly broken.” {Ecclesiastes 4:9, 12}

Service. This is the big one. Not that the others weren’t hugely important, but THIS. Hear me out. Out-serve. That is our motto, if you will. The motto that I wish I remembered waaaayyy more often than I do 😦 Jesus set the best example for this.

“For even the Son of Man came not to be served, but to serve others and to give His life as a ransom for many.” {Matthew 20:28}

The message is clear. We are not to expect the service of others, but we should be the ones jumping at the chance to put someone else first…especially our significant other. Out-serving someone you love is one of the best ways to show your love towards them. That Agape-love that Jesus showed us? Yeah, that came from serving us by DYING in our place. Wow. Ways to out-serve each other? Compromise. Little-stuff lookout. When you compromise, you should be giving up some of your own wants and allowing more of the other’s to be involved in your decision. Look out for the little things…they are often the most loving. My boyfriend knows that I LOVE reading/writing…i.e. handwritten notes. He takes just a teeny bit of time out of his day to jot a little note on some paper to put in my mailbox a few times a week. It probably takes him less than 5 minutes, but I treasure those little notes! We try to look for the little things that remind the other, “Hey. I noticed that makes you happy, so I’m going to go out of my way and make you happy.”

“Love is not passion. It is the pulse of sacrifice. There are no standing lovers. The only way to love is to lay down. Lay down plans. Lay down agendas. Lay down self. Love is always laying down. Love lets go of its plans to hold on to a person.”

You see, the right kind of love is involved. It’s vulnerable. It’s messy. It’s difficult. But it is so worth it. Christ is the ultimate example and image of love, and the only one we should be following. Therefore, in our relationships, we should be living to be a reflection of that kind of love while yet recognizing our imperfection. I am so very thankful for the lessons God has taught me through this relationship and I pray that this blog post can be an encouragement and nudge for you as well. ❤

Life Day

“And when we show our scars, we get to point to the Healer who wove His grace right into the depths of every crack and fragmented part in our soul.”

I’ve been dreading today for awhile now. Dreading the return of aching pain in my heart, the memories that make me shudder, and the overall significance of today. July 26th. A date that I will never be able to erase from my mind. 

It’s been an entire year since my brother died. 365 days since that Sunday in July that changed our lives forever. 8,760 hours since Jeremy’s Life Day. As the days go by, I’ve learned what the new “normal” is in our household. This new atmosphere lacks loud music, smelly teenage boys, nerf/paper taco wars, baseball diamond dust everywhere, riding boots in the mudroom, and the best bear hugs ever.  I’m reminded of those random moments at the most random times…and those moments often lead to both tears of joy and grief. I just read recently that memories can either heal or hurt and I can definitely attest to the grueling truth of that. My memories of Jeremy are wonderful…the stories I hear, the pictures I see, and the past I cherish. However, they are so painful too. Those memories always redirect my vulnerable mind to the realization that he and I will never have any new memories together here on earth. And that hurts. A lot. It makes me ache to my very core in a way that few can understand. 

A few weeks ago, on the anniversary of another death, my dad wrote a letter to this friend. At the very end of the letter, I read these words through tear-filled eyes: “Happy Life Day”. I’ve never heard anything like that before. 

Life Day. 

Not “Death Anniversry” or “Going-to-Heaven-Day”, but Life Day. 

I love that. I love the richness of the connotations behind these words. I love the lingering questions that arise from uttering them. I love the biblical truth that rings from this phrase. I love the expectancy and hope in my voice as I say them. Life Day. 

Today is Jeremy’s Life Day. Amidst all the hurt that I feel I am drowning in some days, I have confidence in my brother’s salvation and where he is right at this very moment. After Lazarus died, Jesus comforted the two sisters of his dead friend by saying, 

“I am the resurrection and the life. Anyone who believes in me will live, even after dying.” {John 11:25}

Did you catch the wording of that verse? “Anyone who believes in me will live, even after dying.”

So, on that Sunday when my brother took his own life, he met Jesus face to face and began his eternity in the presence of his Savior. I was there the day my brother became a child of God. I know his faith was genuine. So I am confident and comforted in knowing that my brother is kneeling before the throne of our Great God. Jeremy is no longer hurting. No longer crying out. No longer suffering. He is experiencing abundant life. Perfect life. Heavenly life only by the grace of God. 

So today isn’t just the anniversary of my brother’s death, the worst day of my life, or his going-to-heaven-day. It’s so much more than that. It marks the day he first entered into his promised eternal life. 

Happy Life Day, Jeremy Burton. I’ll love you forever. ❤️

The Elephant in the Room

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I’ve argued with myself for a long time if I wanted to write about this topic or not. I’ve come to the solid conclusion that I don’t want to write about it, but I really should. This is difficult for me. God (through my blog) has given me opportunities that I never thought possible: opportunities to share what He’s been doing in my life and how He heals our brokenness, but I never really wanted to get into something this private. However, I need to take advantage of the opportunity God has given to me to share with others. Guaranteed: at least one person who reads this new post will have struggled (or is struggling) with the topic I am going to address. This topic is dark, scary, ignored, and all-too-common. It manifests in various ways and affects the widest array of people. It’s never easy to deal with and to some, it is a lifelong battle. It’s taboo to many in our society, unfortunately. I’m speaking of depression and anxiety. It’s the elephant in the room.

First of all, I’m not professionally qualified to talk about these delicate topics, just a heads up. I’m not a doctor or a psychiatrist. I’m not even majoring in anything close to those professions. But I think I have something more to offer…personal experience. Understanding. I can truly relate.

I’ve struggled with depression since I was a senior in High School. There was no dramatic, horrible event that started the downwards spiral. It came quietly. It crept into just about every area of my life until it became difficult to get out of bed in the mornings. I drew away from my friends and family, I cried myself to sleep many nights, and I kept it all bottled up inside. I didn’t know what was causing these many feelings and I didn’t want to tell a single soul. There were some days where I felt better, but then I seemed to plunge right back into the depths of this disease. I’ll be blunt and truthful. Depression is a disease. Like cancer is a disease of the body, depression is a disease of the mind. It doesn’t mean that something is wrong with those who suffer from it. It doesn’t mean they are being punished by God. It doesn’t mean that they can just “snap out of it”. Depression is real. It’s scary. It’s a dark place. And yes. Even Christians can struggle with it. I didn’t love God any less when I first sank into depression. I loved Him so much. I still do. But I still struggle with hidden sadness down deep. It aches terribly some days. Depression exhausts you. It will emotionally drain you and physically sap you of strength. It is real.

Anxiety is something that often, but not always, accompanies depression. It is fear, worry, and sometimes sheer panic. I’ve always been a worrier, and I think in this past year, Satan took advantage of that and ran with it. Unfortunately, I’ve allowed him to. My worries increased greatly and I’ve realized that in the past 10 months, I’ve struggled with heightened anxiety in addition to depression. This takes on various forms as well. For me, when I am nervous, worried, or anxious, I often get physically sick. I’ve always had a really weak stomach (gore, rollercoasters, sinus drainage- you name it), but even the slightest bit of nerves wreck my innards. Even if the object of my anxiety is not a big deal whatsoever, or even if there is no known cause, I can become sick from my anxiousness. And let me tell you…it’s horrible. It’s embarrassing. Try explaining to your friends that there isn’t always a known cause to why you are throwing up or suddenly panicking. People will tell you that you don’t need to worry. You don’t need to be nervous. You have no need to be anxious. But it still happens. I understand. Again, it is real.

I guess what I’m trying to say here is that you are NOT alone. Do you hear me? You are not alone. I know where you are coming from. I know exactly what it feels like to feel as if you have your own personal thunderstorm following you around…while all your friends and family members seem to be walking happily in the sunshine. I know what it’s like to get panicky and have to force yourself to breathe slowly…in and out…one breath at a time. I know what it’s like to not want to tell anyone your struggles. I know what it’s like to nonchalantly brush off someone when they ask you what your medicine is for. I know.

It’s hard for me to admit. Believe me. It took my brother’s death to wake me up. I realized that bottling up our problems (for whatever reason) is so so harmful. We think that no one will understand us. We think that no one will know what we are feeling. We think our family and friends will see us differently. We may even think that if we are a Christian, we shouldn’t be struggling with depression or anxiety. I thought every single one of those things. But they just aren’t true.

Satan wants us to believe we are alone and unfixable. He wants us to hurt and to keep it all to ourselves.

Please don’t believe him. You don’t need to feel alone, embarrassed, or unloveable.

I know now that I needed to be vunerable. I needed to admit my struggles of depression and anxiousness to my mom and dad. I needed to seek professional help. I needed to continue praying, diving into God’s Word, and believing that He loves me unconditionally…every little broken, nerve-wracked piece. Not gonna lie…it’s a process. Talking to my parents didn’t make the depression go away. My medicine and counseling have helped me so very much, but there are still lingering days of intense sadness. I still have my days of doubting God’s plan and provision for me. Healing is a very long process, but I have come very far already. Yes, I still deal with depression. I still have days when my anxiety seems out of my control. However, if there is any advice I have been given that has helped me immeasurably, it is the truths I have found in God’s Word. These two favorite verses of mine have been memorized, written down, and shared with others. I repeat them often.

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning. Great is His faithfulness. ‘The Lord is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘Therefore, I will hope in Him.'” ~Lamentations 3:22-24

“Do not fear for I am with you. Do not be afraid, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” ~Isaiah 41:10

They are God’s very own words…reminding me that HE is the one in control. HE knows the deepest depths of my heart and mind. HE knows about my sickness. HE never leaves me. HE has already beaten my struggles. HE LOVES ME, despite my issues. My brokenness = His Grace.

P.S. My prayer for myself and my prayer for you is this: healing. In the past, I’ve prayed for help with coping, but now I have been shocked with the realization that I can pray for healing. It is so simple, yet so complicated. I pray for healing and for strength and peace for every day.

The Ocean Floor

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“Well, I guess I could have stayed ashore…”

I’ve heard the ocean used as a metaphor to describe both grace and pain. While I think both analogies are true, I’ve been experiencing the latter more so in my everyday life. As I’m typing, I’m listening to a song by Gianna Jessen titled “Ocean Floor” and she captures my feelings perfectly. Gianna survived an attempted abortion and lives life struggling with Cerebral Palsy. Although living with CP and living without a family member are completely different events, I strongly believe we are both not only struggling amidst the waves, but feeling as if we are at the bottom of the ocean.

The ocean floor is dark and frigid, with thousands of pounds of pressure upon it. That’s where I feel that I am right now. For awhile there, I felt as if I was able to swim towards the surface and sunlight, but now, I feel as if I have plunged back downward. This is the last place I want to be. I want to heal. I want to be joyful. I want to be genuinely present. However, it’s hard to feel healed, joyful, and present when the shore is so very far away.

“And the water’s cold around me now, so far below. And I hear a voice beside me now just trying to let go. And I’m just here on the ocean floor, but the world’s not moving anymore.”

Yes, I truly believe that God will heal me from this despair and these crushing depths. I believe that He will put my family back together again. I believe He can and will provide joy again. But it’s just difficult to see that right now.

“And I’m still here on the ocean floor, but I can’t feel my heart beat anymore. In this quiet, I have changed, because I can hear my God call my name.”

The best we can do in the depths of the ocean is to tune our hearts to hear His voice. I’m not sure how long it will take, but I know rescue and relief will come. I don’t have all the answers…or anywhere close to all the answers, but I trust that He knows and He will show them to me at the right time. Until then, I just have to be patient and wait…keeping my eyes focused on the surface. The neat thing though, is that God’s Word holds numerous examples of His power over the ocean depths. The following verses are the reminders that I daily need…reminders that my Savior is Master of even the deepest and tumultuous of oceans.

“You formed the mountains by your power and armed yourself with mighty strength. You quieted the raging oceans with their pounding waves and silenced the shouting of the nations.” ~Psalm 65:6-8

“If I go up to heaven, you are there; if I go down to the grave,you are there. If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me, and your strength will support me.” ~Psalm 139:8-10

Who but God goes up to heaven and comes back down? Who holds the wind in his fists? Who wraps up the oceans in his cloak? Who has created the whole wide world?” ~Proverbs 30:4

Who else has held the oceans in his hand? Who has measured off the heavens with his fingers? Who else knows the weight of the earth or has weighed the mountains and hills on a scale? Who is able to advise the Spirit of the Lord? Who knows enough to give him advice or teach him?” ~Isaiah 40:12-13

I cried out to the Lord in my great trouble, and he answered me.
I called to you from the land of the dead, and Lord, you heard me! You threw me into the ocean depths, and I sank down to the heart of the sea. The mighty waters engulfed me; I was buried beneath your wild and stormy waves.” ~Jonah 2:2-3

“Jesus responded, ‘Why are you afraid? You have so little faith!’ Then he got up and rebuked the wind and waves, and suddenly there was a great calm. The disciples were amazed. ‘Who is this man?’ they asked. ‘Even the winds and waves obey him!'” ~Matthew 8:26-27

He created the ocean depths. The waves obey His every command. He answers us, even when we are in the heart of the sea.

 

Humble Beginnings

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“Do not despise these small beginnings, for the LORD rejoices to see the work begin,” ~Zechariah 4:10a

I was sitting in our family pew in church this morning, taking notes on the sermon, and the idea for this weekend’s blog post just kind of came to me. We were talking about the bewilderment and guided decisions of Joseph after finding out his fiancee was pregnant. Our Pastor briefly mentioned the lowliness of Jesus’s birth…something that we sing about in many a Christmas carol, but something I don’t think we reflect on enough. Not only did Jesus come to earth in such a humble manner, but his entire life and ultimately, His death, were the epitome of humility.

Humbleness in the beginning was presented in various ways. First of all, I want you to imagine the conditions of Jesus’s birth…a picture that would probably show up next to the word “lowly”if you looked it up in a dictionary. The King of kings was born in a feeding trough for dirty farm animals. When I imagine having a baby, I don’t think of the smells of manure or the brays of donkeys. Jesus was not born in a palace, a mansion, or even an inn. He was born in a stable…quite possibly a cave where the animals were kept. A stable. Secondly, remember his various visitors as a baby? The first ones to see Him were the outcasts of society. The ones declared “unclean” by their fellow Jews. Yet, God chose the meek, mild, and seemingly unimportant Shepherds to be the first to see their Savior. Oh, and the Magi who came to visit the King of the Jews several months later? They were, more than likely, pagan astrologers and magicians. They may not have even known the significance and meaning of the Old Testament prophecies of the Messiah’s birth. Yet, God chose them as well. Gentiles. Sinners. People like me and you.

The modesty of His meager beginnings continued on throughout His life on earth. A few stories that came to mind are some of my favorites. In Matthew 8, a man with leprosy approached Jesus and asked Him to heal his disease. In this day, lepers were treated with more disdain than the Shepherds. They were more than unclean. More than outcasts. They were considered disgusting. People ran in fear if a leper was out and about. Jesus, however, did not. His humility shone when He reached out and touched the “unclean” man. Jesus could have healed this man with one word, but He touched him…something that no one would ever think of doing. Another one of my favorite stories that displays the humility of Jesus’s life was in his interactions with a prostitute. Jesus was having dinner at a Pharisee’s house and this young prostitute entered the house, anointed Jesus with expensive perfume, and kissed his feet. She was a sinner. A whore in their society. The other dinner guests were repulsed that Jesus even allowed this woman to come near him. However, Jesus recognized the love and genuine remorse of this woman.

“I tell you, her sins–and they are many– have been forgiven, so she has shown me much love. But a person who is forgiven little shows only little love.” ~Luke 7:47

A third touch of this great quality of our Savior is in the story of the last Passover supper. This is my all-time favorite story of Jesus. He humbled Himself greatly as a sinless being…serving His sinful followers. Before the Passover meal began, Jesus knelt down and washed the feet of all twelve of His disciples. This was a job that the servant at the bottom of the totem pole would do. The servants would wash the dirty, callus-covered feet of their master’s guests. Yet, Jesus humbly washed the grime away…a symbol of how He cleanses our souls. I just love that.

Finally, we arrive at Good Friday. The entirety of Jesus’s life prepared Him for His final act of humility, love, and sacrifice towards a filthy and inherently evil earth. Jesus was sentenced to be killed in the very worst of ways. Crucifixion was saved for the vilest of criminals. And the only sinless One took on the sins of all mankind…past, present, and future. He endured agonizing pain, complete betrayal, and death (a humiliating end)– all for our sake. He endured it so we would not have to.

“So we keep our eyes on Jesus, the champion who initiates and perfects our faith. Because of the joy awaiting Him, He endured the cross, disregarding the shame. Now He is seated in the place of honor beside God’s throne.” ~Hebrews 12:2

This is the reason we celebrate Christmas. We celebrate Christ’s humble, small beginning, middle, and end on the earth He created. We celebrate the grace and forgiveness that He showed to the diseased, the immoral, and the dirty. We celebrate the mercy that He continually shows to us…the very worst sinners. He endured our sin and our shame in the humblest of ways for the joy set before Him…joy of victory over death and joy over us when we accept His Christmas gift. The gift of eternity spent with Him.

That, my friends, is the real reason we celebrate Christmas. Thank you, Father, for humble beginnings.

No Sorrow Too Great

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“Cast your cares upon Him, for He cares about you.” ~1 Peter 5:7

What would you say if I told you that I don’t think we follow this verse? Think about it for a sec. Do we actually cast our cares upon the Creator of the Universe? Or do we take this verse with a grain of salt and just think about its comforting implications?

I’ve had a lot of time to really think about this verse in depth these past 2 1/2 weeks. Ever since my brother died, our family has been flooded with verses, encouraging words, hugs, and everything else. It has been so wonderful. The verses from God’s Holy Word are so uplifting and are truly life-changing… if you listen to the truth of them and act upon them.

Cast your cares upon Him, for He cares about you. I did a little digging around on the internet and discovered the meaning of the word “cast”. You see, English and Greek (which the book of 1 Peter was most likely written in) are very different. “Cast” in English is pretty self-explanatory and really doesn’t have a deep meaning or religious connection. If you cast a fishing rod, you’re just kinda throwing something out there- hoping it will reach a certain destination. Well, in Greek, the word “cast” has a more intricate meaning. It can mean to throw down or to lay down…and those are just two of its many denotations. Now, when I peer down at my Bible at 1 Peter 5:7 again, I read something entirely different.

“Throw down your cares before {upon} Him, for he cares for you.” [Kaitlyn version]

This gives us a crazy new perspective. When I go through struggles, I don’t just whisper my concerns into the air and hope that they reach the right destination. I don’t toss my sadness and fear out in front of me, hoping God will take the bait and maybe listen to me.

Instead, I throw down my struggles at the feet of Jesus. I don’t just set them there timidly, hoping He’ll notice them. I throw it all down before Him…upon Him, essentially. My depression, my anger, my loneliness, my fear. I cry out to my Lord Jesus. I beg for forgiveness, I sob in mourning, and I yell out my frustrations. I throw everything down before Him. He tells us all, “Come to Me, all of you who are weak and carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.” At this valley in my life, there is nothing I want more than to have the rest and peace that He provides on Earth. He promises to give me strength to live out my life. As David Crowder so adequately explains, “Earth has no sorrow that Heaven can’t heal. So lay down your burdens, lay down your shame. All who are broken, lift up your face. Oh Wanderer, come home- you’re not too far. Lay down your hurt. Lay down your heart. Come as you are.” That is why we throw down our burdens before Him. He cares and He heals.

No sorrow is too great for the King. Throw down your burdens at His feet.