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The Power That Lives Within

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When I became a Christian, many years ago, I asked Jesus to come and live inside me because I wanted a relationship with Him. He has been present since the day I began to follow Him, but there has also been a struggle within me. In fact, I would at times call it a war within me. My inner self wants the Holy Spirit to lead, but there are parts within me that want to be in charge.

We choose who or what we will follow every day. That’s why being aware of what is going on inside us is so important. The apostle Paul wrestled with the same issues. “For I delight in the law of God in my inner being, but I see in my members another law waging war against the law of my mind and making me captive to the law of sin that dwells in my members. Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord.” Romans 7:22-25

I’ve read these verses for years, but something caught my eye for the very first time. (I even got goosebumps from this revelation). The word members made me pause. I realized, for the first time, that Paul is actually talking about the parts that live within him. He states his inner self delights in the law of God, but there are parts that are at war within him that are making him captive to the sin that dwells in his parts.

Paul is showing us that he is very aware of what is going on inside of him, therefore, we also need to be aware of what is going on inside of us. We could have parts that are struggling with false or conflicting beliefs, negative thoughts, and sinful behaviors. “Our parts have to have the Holy Spirit involved in order to heal. New life of the Spirit occurs when the inmost self, through the grace of the Holy Spirit, unburdens and heals the parts and the whole self-system experiences a newfound interior unity, an inner harmony and freedom.” Crete

Even though I gave my life to Christ, I can still have parts within me that are attached to sin and are still carrying burdens from my childhood and traumatic experiences. We can have an inner self that is in love with the Lord, and at the same time, have parts that act independently of that love.

Our parts have to be brought into a right relationship with God. That might sound really weird to you, but as Paul states, we have parts within us that are struggling with sin. I have parts who have been traumatized from my childhood and need help overcoming what happened. I have a part within me that has a very hard time believing God will take everything that has happened in my life and set me free from it. I have a skeptic living within me wondering when the next bad thing will happen. I have a part that is very disillusioned, a part that is sarcastic, and a part that hates the way she has been treated. I could go on and on. 

The point is—my parts have to choose to believe God and the transforming work of the Holy Spirit. They need to believe He is working to heal them so they can fully embrace their identity in Christ. The skeptic, the part that jumps into gloom and doom, the part that is disillusioned, the sarcastic one, and the part that hasn’t been treated well, have to come to a point where they are ready to embrace Christ and the healing work of the Holy Spirit. I also have many parts that have already chosen to believe God and have been healed or in the process of being healed by the work of the Holy Spirit. 

Let’s be honest. Most of us don’t live by the power we have within us because we are too busy trying to survive; too busy wanting our own way; too busy trying to please others; too busy with our to-do lists; too busy avoiding what is going on inside of us. I could go on and on because I am guilty of doing all of it. 

We are surviving not thriving. Most of the time, we aren’t even aware of what we are doing. We have to learn to live a different way. We have to be aware of what is going on inside us, pray a lot, and ask the Holy Spirit to help us overcome the way we’ve learned to survive. Again, Paul is a wonderful example of someone who is aware of what is going on inside his body.

“For I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate. Now if I do what I do not want, I agree with the law, that it is good. So now it is no longer I who do it, but the sin that dwells within me. For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out. For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing.” Romans 7:15-19 

Do you ever feel that way? You keep doing what you don’t want to do or keep saying what you shouldn’t say. You keep having thoughts that condemn yourself or others. You form a habit that you want to break, but have trouble breaking it. You are in a relationship you know isn’t good for you, but you stay in that relationship.  

“When we possess true consciousness, we are wakeful and alert, and we see every moment in the light of our relationship with God and the meaning He gives to our lives.” Crete

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be wakeful and alert to see every moment in the light of our relationship with God and the meaning He gives to our lives? When I was pondering this question, another revelation came to me. “I’ve handed my nervous system over and over again to a lot of people in my life, therefore, allowing their thoughts and reactions to rule over me.”

I’ve been living my life from the definition of insanity. “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.” I’ve been banging my head against the wall looking to others, instead of God, and the Holy Spirit that lives within me. I’ve been living my life from the way people see me instead of how God sees me.

We must bring attention to the presence of God in our souls. He is always there waiting for us to recognize Him. “We do not lose sight of our focus, which is God Himself. Deep within our souls we experience a kind of unity, a communion between our inmost selves and the transcendent God. When we connect with God in this way, we become aware of a deeper purpose to our lives. We gain a divine perspective.” Crete

I want you to know that living from within is not easy for me. My worker bee parts don’t want to rely on anyone. Neither do my pusher, prodder, task master, pleaser and performer parts. They want to be in control because they feel safer when they are in charge. The good news is, I am now aware of them, and the roles they’ve had to play in order for me to survive.

It’s been extremely HARD for many of my parts to ask the Holy Spirit to come along side them and help them. I have to ask my parts if they want help to heal and move forward. Most of the time, they are receptive, but there are times when they aren’t and that’s okay. 

Relying on God and living from within is not easy. I believe it is a spiritual discipline to live this way. We have to choose to live from the power that lives within us. I’ve been a Christian a long time. I’ve studied scripture for years. I love God’s word. But, there is so much more to our relationship with Christ. We truly live when there is communion between our inner selves, our parts and our transcendent God. We are able to live the way God designed us to live when we invite our parts to heal and be transformed by the Holy Spirit. 

It takes a lot of practice to rely on God and not ourselves. I try to start my day spending time with Him. He needs to be my focus each and every day. I read and journal so I can get my thoughts down on paper. I close may eyes and go within myself and ask the Holy Spirit to be in charge of my day, my thoughts, words and actions. If I know I am going to be in a difficult situation, I ask Him to help the parts that might get activated. I don’t always know what’s going to happen, so I pray for guidance, protection, help, deliverance, wisdom, etc.

I am far from perfect. I struggle daily to put Him first. But, the fact is, we have a Savior who lives within us who wants to help us live our lives. I have to remind myself daily that there is a great power that is living within me. Even after fifty-four years with Christ, I still struggle allowing Him to be Lord over my life. Maybe you do too!

Like Paul stated, “I do what I do not want to do because of the sin that lives within me. I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out.” We have to lean on the Holy Spirit because we simply can’t do it on our own.

If you are struggling with allowing the Holy Spirit to be the power that lives within you, I’d like to pray for you. I know how easy it is to forget Who is living inside of me. May this prayer help you awaken the power that lies within you. 

“Lord, You know us better than we do ourselves. We come before You and thank You for living inside of us. Thank you for the power You give us. Thank you for the parts that have developed within us throughout the years. They need You. They need You to sit, listen and talk with them. They need Your healing touch. They might be stuck in the past, and have been deeply hurt. A few might be hanging on to sin because it makes them feel safe and secure. And, some are still struggling to be led by You because of abusive people in their lives. Whatever has happened to them, they need you.

Lord, you know what each part needs. I pray for complete restoration. I pray they will choose to be led by You. Lord, please bring them into a right relationship with You. Help them unload what needs to be unloaded. Help them to trust You. We ask You to never stop working and healing, so they can fully embrace their identity in You. 

You are our hope. You are our answer. Thank you for the power that lives within us. May we tap into it more and more every day. May healing move within us. We thank you and we love you!”

In Jesus precious name we pray, 

AMEN!!!

I am praying this prayer for myself and for all of you! 

Until next time….This is my journey to joy!

Sometimes You Need To Write A Letter

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When I woke up yesterday, I knew it was going to be a hard day for me because it would have been my mom’s eighty eighth birthday. I was spending time with the Lord and I felt Him say to me, “Honey, why don’t you write your mom a letter? She loved to write letters and I think it would be very helpful for you to tell her how you feel.” I then asked, “Really Lord? It seems kind of weird to do that, but You know best and You know how much writing helps me get my thoughts and feelings down on paper, so why not?’ I’m not usually this accommodating when He suggests I do something. Then, He said, “After you are finished, I want you to share your letter on your blog.”

Of course, my response this time was completely different. “You want me to do what? This letter is deeply personal to me. I am going to be very uncomfortable doing this. Do I really have to share my letter?” His response to me. “Laurie, there are many people who are struggling with grief out there. Writing letters is one way to help with their grief. You want to be helpful, right?” In a reluctant voice I responded, “Yes, Lord. I want to be helpful.”

I’ve learned through the years that God wants us to be obedient and He does know best, even when I doubt what He is asking me to do. So, here is my letter to my Mom. I pray God uses my words to help you and encourage you in your grief. If God calls you to write a letter, I pray you have the strength to do so.

Dear Mom, 

Yesterday was your birthday. We were able to spend so many birthdays together and for that I am grateful. I started writing this letter, so I could get my feelings out, and tell you how much I miss you. Grief is hard. The waves of emotions ebb and flow like the ocean you loved to visit. I will never forget the many memories of you collecting sea shells with the girls at the beach. I will always cherish those memories. My grief has gotten easier with time, but there is still a void within me because you aren’t here.

I was reading an Instagram post by Jameson Arasi the other day that really spoke to my heart. I know you had a hard time understanding what Instagram and Facebook was, but I want to share with you some of his words on grief because I know how much you loved C.S. Lewis.

“When someone you love dies, it’s not just their absence you feel. It’s something deeper. Something harder to name. In those early months after losing my brother, I came across a quote by C.S. Lewis that has stayed with me. I was drawn to his writing because he didn’t sugarcoat anything. He let his grief spill onto the page exactly as it was. And in trying to understand his own loss, Lewis said something that stops any grieving heart cold. He said that when his friend died, it wasn’t just the loss of his friend that shattered him. It was the part of himself that only his friend could bring out, would never be brought out again.”

After reading his words, I began to realize how much they ring true. There are parts of me that only you could bring out. You brought out the silly side of me that made you laugh. You brought out the side of me that made me feel safe enough to tell you when I was ticked off. You always responded with, “Now, Laurie” and then go into your way to try to calm me down. You saw the sides of me that were struggling and always encouraged me to talk to God, ask for help and direction, and live a life that honored Him. 

Those are parts of me, that only you could bring out. It explains why I just haven’t felt like myself. Arasi says, “It’s a hidden grief. Missing someone and missing yourself.” 

You always had a way of making me feel special. I don’t think anyone else can ever make me feel quite a special as you did. That part of me that you filled is now quiet.

Mom, I just have to say, that you were hand picked by God for me. He knew I needed you to be my mom. We were different in many ways. You were sweet and I’m a bit saltier. You were a little more reserved and people definitely know when I am in a room. You were calm, and I, a bit more chaotic. You were a morning person most of your life and I am a night owl.

Despite our differences, we shared a love for Christ. Both of us loved to study and learn. You wrote music. I write blog posts. We both loved to laugh. You gave me a love for old movies and the classic Hollywood musicals. (I’m just saying right now, Julie Andrews, you are not allowed to die.)

After you passed away, someone told me that parts of you would live on inside of me. I can now see that they were right. You are never completely gone because of the impact you had on my life. I might have some parts that are quieted, but I also have parts that are still very much alive. 

I want to tell you, that I thank God, for the impact you made on my life. He is the spark that lived in you and continues to live in me. Thank you for asking Jesus into your heart. I saw the change in you and then I decided I wanted to ask Him into my heart too. Your decision changed our lives forever, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

I can’t wait to see you again. But, until that happens, I’ll just be here, doing what God calls me to do; seeking Him and His will for my life; and asking Him to love others through me, just like you showed love to everyone you met. I will also continue to write, even when it is really, really hard!

Some days are better than others. I am healing. I am learning. I am growing. I am changing. I am praising God for you! I miss you and I love you very much! Happy Birthday!

Your favorite and only salty daughter,

Laurie

Fighting To Survive

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It feels so good to be writing again. Talking about my mental health struggles has definitely not been an easy topic to write or talk about. Would I have volunteered to do this? I think not. But, God called me to do this and has given me a passion to help others. I sincerely pray my story will encourage you and help you with your journey as we walk towards healing.

Like a rollercoaster ride, I’ve had many ups and downs with my mental health. I never know what might trigger me and throw me into a fight or flight response. Sometimes, the trigger can come out of nowhere and that’s exactly what happened to me this past February. Something happened that I wasn’t expecting and definitely wasn’t prepared for. 

Here’s what happened… My dad’s birthday was the beginning of February. My brother innocently sent us a video of an interaction he had with my dad years ago. When I saw my dad’s face and heard his voice, my heart started racing and my body started shaking. Even though my dad died thirteen years ago, my body felt like he was standing right in front of me. 

I was in complete shock that I reacted the way I did. I watched the video again, hoping for a different response, but my reaction was still the same. I simply couldn’t figure out why, after so many years of counseling, reading, studying, praying and soul searching, I was still so shaken by my father. 

I kept telling my body, “He’s gone. He can’t hurt me any more. We are safe now.” I began to ask God, “Why am I reacting the way I am? I don’t understand. I’ve been doing the work to heal for years and I am completely caught off guard by this! What in the world is going on?” 

My body was triggered and couldn’t calm down. I knew my body was reacting to the video, but I couldn’t get the shaking to stop. My fight or flight response completely took over. I was doing everything I knew to help my body calm down, but nothing worked. 

The war that was raging inside me continued for almost three months. I was struggling to sleep. I was barely functioning. I didn’t want to leave my house. I spent many days in the fetal position on the floor of my bedroom rocking back and forth. I daily cried out to God begging Him to take the terror away. I prayed on my knees and sometimes laid prostrate on the floor before my Heavenly Father. I was so scared the trembling inside me would never stop. 

I knew God was with me. I knew He could work a miracle in me. I prayed and prayed He would take it all away, but, that’s not what happened. I couldn’t understand why my body was in a state of panic. I was angry, sad, desperate, and scared because I needed my body to stop doing what it was doing. I couldn’t control what was happening and that was a very scary feeling. I was afraid I was going to completely lose my mind. 

I’ve mentioned many times that I had an abusive childhood. But, to be perfectly honest, I wasn’t just abused as a child. I was abused as a teenager and an adult as well. The last time my dad hurt me physically was in high school, but the verbal and psychological abuse continued until the day he died. I experienced fifty two years of living with some form of abuse. 

I’ve tried to make light of his affect on me. I realize I can’t do that any more. I am learning I have to be honest or I am not going to heal. I’ve learned It doesn’t do any good to fight what is going on inside me. In fact, we make things worse when we do. When my body was reacting to seeing my dad’s face and hearing his voice, I realized, maybe for the first time in my life, how deeply his words and actions nearly destroyed me. Seeing his face and listening to his voice were big indicators that I hadn’t healed yet. I was so discouraged that he still had that affect on me.

God gently reminded me that there are many things inside me that aren’t finished healing. My response was, “But Lord, I want to be done!! I want to be over it!!! I am sick and tired of this!! I just want to be normal. Why can’t I function like everyone else seems to? Why does my body do what it does? Help me! Please take this from me!!!!! I hate feeling the way I do!!!” 

But I also knew, the more I fought what was happening, the longer the healing process was going to take. Our bodies have to do what they need to do in order to heal. So, we sometimes have to feel really bad before we can feel better. I know. It stinks!!!

I am learning a lot about myself. I realize my dad’s abuse made me feel unworthy of love; unworthy of healing; unworthy of praise; unworthy of connection; unworthy of hope and unworthy of being treated as I should be treated and so much more.

For a very long time, I haven’t felt like I deserved to be given good things. I’ve hated myself for many many years because I couldn’t seem to get myself together. I’ve been so desperate to be “normal” that I haven’t been able to accept the journey God has for me. I’ve been fighting Him instead of trusting Him.

“Comfort is never found in answers. Comfort is found in arms.” Voskamp

I love answers. I think most of us do. Even though, I prefer answers, God met me with comfort while I was on my knees and on the floor in the fetal position crying out for help. I knew, the only way I was going to make it, was to hang on to Him for dear life. My survival depended on Him and His comforting arms.

“In the face of pain and betrayal, God agonized. Never doubt God understands where you are, and God knows what it’s like to be you. The vulnerability of this kind of God proves the reliability of this kind of story. Jesus held the cup that holds the story you never wanted; Jesus held the cup that holds the darkness you never wanted to know, the pain you wish you and your people had escaped, the scars that have forever marred your only heart.”  Voskamp

It’s horrible to suffer. Frankly, I prefer not to. But, I am in a relationship with Someone who knows suffering. He knows what it’s like to be me. He knows the pain and the darkness I feel. He knows there are many days I don’t necessarily love my story.

While I was desperately looking for answers, I realized my eyes were fixated more on answers and healing than on Jesus. It was a sobering revelation. Of course we want answers. We want to understand. But sometimes, God looks at us and says, “My comfort is enough right now.” I know, those words are hard to hear when we are desperate for an answer or healing.

“Its the way the human eye turns—we look toward loss, fixated on what we can’t fix. The eyes of the heart are drawn to absences. We look toward loss because our interior health is ultimately a function of how we see loss, process loss, live in spite of loss, live through endless loss. How we view our losses determines how we brave our life.” Voskamp

I’ve known for a long time, that I tried to fix my dad, and a lot of others, by pleasing and performing. My body and my mind have paid a huge price living that way. I’ve lived a life trying to keep everyone happy, so I could feel safe. My safety can’t be dependent on others. I need to believe that God is the only One who will keep me safe. 

God doesn’t want me or you to live for anyone else. He wants us to live for His great good and glory. That needs to be our priority. But, I also know how hard it is to live that way when you’ve been conditioned to protect yourself. 

“Pour out your heart to Jesus with expectation, and fully trust that Jesus will always move, but always in a way profoundly different from the way you expect.” Voskamp

I have to be honest… When I was crying out to God the past three months, I struggled with the way He was moving or not moving in my life. I wanted healing. I wanted it to happen now, so I didn’t have to go through another day of mental and physical anguish. I look back and wonder how I made it through. I know He didn’t move how I expected Him to move, but He gave me the ability to hang in there day after day. (I also had dear friends who were fervently praying for me.)

We are so limited on how to perceive and understand God’s ways. There are many times our minds can’t comprehend what is going on. But… He promises to work things out for good in our lives. He promises to always be with us and never leave us. He promises He has a purpose that is good and perfect for us. I know how hard it is to believe His truth when we are falling apart. But, we have to believe His promises. He’s all I’ve got to get me through life. I must believe His words are true.

If you are struggling, I’m so sorry! I pray this post helps in some way. If you don’t have a counselor, find one. If you don’t have people praying for you, ask them to. I know how hard it is to be vulnerable around others. If you aren’t crying out to God, cry out! If you need to take medication, take it. I’ve struggled taking mine for years. But for now, I have to. 

“And the Word of God does all the real work within you as you obey and trust that though you may not yet see how God is working, the Way is working everything out. Even though you may not yet see what has changed, you can act on Jesus’ Word, trust in Jesus’ Word, lean on Jesus’ Word. The best way to find the way through is to keep walking the way of obedience. This is the pilgrimage of our lives.” Voskamp

When God asked me to write about my struggles years ago, I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going. I can’t believe I am still here, sharing everything I am learning and living out in my life. I questioned God many times the past three months. I doubted His ways and I was definitely more honest than I’ve ever been as I cried out to Him. I said words I never thought I’d say to Him. But I can now see, that everything that happened and the words I spoke, were necessary to get me to where I am today. I am grateful. I am thankful. I still love God and want His will in my life.

In case you are wondering, my body is finally calming down. I am able to function without a lot of anguish and pain most days. I have to give my mental health to Him daily. Do I still want to be healed? Absolutely. Do I want my days to be void of debilitating anxiety? Yes! But, I will walk with God and ask Him to give me the strength I need to make it through another day. I have to live my life fully dependent on Him. 

There are so many Psalms that address our fear, anxiety, depression, anguish, hard times, etc. I recommend finding a few Psalms that speak to you and your situation. Read the verses out loud as a prayer to God because there is so much power in praying God’s word.

Here are a few verses that might be helpful for you.

Proverbs 3: 5-6 “Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him, and He will make your paths straight.” 

Psalm 62:8 “Trust in Him at all times; you people, pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us.”

Psalm 32:8 “I will counsel you with my loving eye on you.”

Psalm 105:4 “Look to the Lord and His strength; seek His face always.”

Life is definitely a journey filled with many ups and downs. I’ve had to fight my way through many days, months and years. God is bringing me closer to a place where I can trust Him and His ways. Yes, I love answers and understanding, but I want to accept His good and perfect will for me. I want to believe Him when He says He will make my path straight.

I am learning faith is a long obedience in the right direction. I want my direction to be towards Jesus, even if it is filled with a lot of yucky stuff. He is the only One who can bring beauty out of ashes. I can’t imagine living my life without Him by my side.

Until next time dear friends….This is my journey to joy!

When The Snow And Ice Storms Hit

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When I wrote my last post about finding a home within, I had no idea the home I was building within myself was about to be threatened. I knew January was going to be a hard month for me because of the loss of my mom a year ago. I was already bracing myself for all the emotions that I knew were going to surface around the day she died. However, I wasn’t prepared for how my body was going to react to a snow and ice storm that hit our little town in Indiana. 

A few weeks ago, a beautiful snow began to fall. Then freezing rain became part of the mixture. Our power rallied to stay on most of the day, but it finally gave out in the evening. We were able to sleep in our house the first night, but quickly realized we wouldn’t be able to stay in our home without heat. The temperature fluctuated between forty to fifty degrees. The next day, we got our generator going to save the food in our refrigerators and run a few space heaters, but it was still too cold to stay in our house. So, we packed up and went to stay somewhere else. The home inside me was beginning to crumble.

An old familiar part of myself was being activated by my circumstances. Sometimes I know why, and other times I don’t what is triggering me. It took several days for me to understand that the trauma of my youth was screaming at me. When this part of myself gets activated, my body goes into fight or flight mode. This part felt powerless, out of control, scared, unsafe, angry, and alone. Even though I was safe, had a place to stay and could sleep in warmth, that part was not reacting in a positive way. 

“You thought you were over these things, beyond being so easily activated. But in an instant, you’re right back there. And like the Israelites- like Adam and Eve before them-you abandon the big beautiful story of goodness, joy, and connection you were made for, returning instead to you old security blankets. It’s into this frazzling and frustrating place that God comes.” Chuck DeGroat

After I read the words I quoted above, I realized that my biggest security blanket passed away a year ago. I didn’t understand how hard my life was going to be without her. She was the biggest security blanket I’ve ever owned. I thought to myself, “What do I do now that she is gone? Who do I turn to? Who is going to comfort me?” Then, I remember… “It’s into this frazzling and frustrating place that God comes.” DeGroat

I’m learning when things happen to us, it’s an invitation to stop and reflect, not push forward. That’s what I needed to do to figure out why my body felt threatened by the snow storm. You might think it’s really silly to be triggered by that. But for some reason, there was an old story inside me that needed to be addressed. 

I understand it isn’t always easy to stop and reflect. In fact, it can be quite painful. DeGroat says, “We must remember what has happened to us because it reconnects us to ourselves, to each other, and to God. And….it’s in the remembering, where we can ask hard questions, identify the lies we believe and name those responsible for the lies. Yikes!!!!!

My mom was never verbally abusive, but my father was. His words made me feel inadequate, incompetent, silly, powerless, unloved, angry, and unsafe. On the other hand, my mom’s words were encouraging and brought truth and life to me. But, whose words did I listen to the most? Whose words did I believe? Whose words had the most impact on me? My dad’s words. He was the one that brought so many lies and problems into my life.

When we remember and name the lie or problem it is called redemptive remembering. There is purpose in this process. We remember to heal, not to point fingers or cast judgment. This process has helped me understand why I think and react the way I do. It helps me feel better about myself because there is an explanation for why my body reacts the way it does. 

Here’s how redemptive remembering works. All you need to do is make a very simple time line of your life. Separate your life into categories: childhood, teenage years, college, twenties, thirties, forties, fifties and present. You don’t have to do decades. You could just say adulthood. This might seem overwhelming at first, but once you get started, it goes rather quickly. 

For example, I wrote down under each category in my timeline, what happened to me to make me feel powerless. During my childhood, I had to tip toe around my dad. Frankly, I tried to stay away from him as much as possible. I watched him yell, scream, hit and threaten all of us and we were powerless to do anything to stop him. Into my teens and adulthood, I was still powerless because I felt like my decisions had to be based on how my dad was going to react to them. I was powerless to run my own life. In my twenties and thirties, I saw my brother begin to fall apart when he developed Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. I felt powerless to help him. I couldn’t even help myself. Then, in my late thirties, my powerlessness ramped up into high gear when my brother committed suicide. In my forties, well lets just say, I fell apart.

As you can see, there were many things in my life that made me feel powerless. Redemptive remembering has helped me pinpoint what makes me feel that way. It’s kind of like a domino affect. Snowstorm—body rattled—part inside that feels powerless—dad made me feel powerless because of his physical and emotional abuse—part needs to remember that dad is gone—he has no power over her—this is an old story—I will listen and tend to this part with the help of the Trinity—seek truth over the lies—body begins to calm down—body will learn a new story—body was made to heal—remember that! 

Our lives can be extremely messy. Yes, it’s painful to remember, but it’s also very enlightening. My brother’s death was the beginning of unlocking everything I’d kept buried within me. It’s taken me many years to be able to find my voice because I believed the lie that I was powerless and couldn’t use my voice. I believed my voice didn’t matter because I couldn’t speak without getting into trouble. I believed that if I told how things really were in my childhood, I would be ridiculed. 

Our stories need to be told so others can be helped. If my brother were here today, I think he would definitely want what happened to us to be used in order to bring support and assistance to others.

So, when the snow and ice storms hit in our lives, it’s a call to listen to our bodies and listen to the kind voice of God. Remember, “It’s into this frustrating and frazzling place that God comes.” His voice might be the only kind voice you’ve ever heard or will hear. Invite Him in to what is going on inside you. Ask Him to help you. Show compassion to your body and your parts when they get triggered. Give redemptive remembering a try. May we take the time to remember what we need to, so we can move forward and heal. 

Until next time my friends. This is my journey to joy. 

*Most of my references are from Chuck DeGroat’s book Healing What’s Within. I highly recommend this book.

Building A Home Within

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Hello my dear friends! It feels so good to be writing again. I just can’t wrap my head around the fact that a new year is beginning. 2024 was definitely a difficult year for me because of the loss of my mother. But, it was also a year that taught me a lot about myself.

I felt a huge void after my mom passed away because my mom made me feel like I was home when I was with her. I think there is something about losing that last parent that makes you feel like an orphan. I felt lost, abandoned and scared. As the months slowly passed, I realized I had to learn to make a home within myself. A home that made more space for God’s presence. A home where I feel safe and happy to be with God. 

“At the innermost heart, at the furthest reach, of our remembering, there is peace. The secret place of the Most High is there. Eden is there, the still waters, the green pastures. Home is there.” Frederick Buccher

What does the word “home” conjure up in your mind? Do you smile when you think of home or do you cringe? Do you want to go home or do you want to run away? Do you feel safe at home or do you feel terror? These are the questions I’ve been asking myself.

Chuck DeGroat writes: “Home is within the ‘still waters’ of God’s love and care.” Psalm 23:2 “It is where we discover God as our refuge, our safe place amid danger.” Psalm 46:1 “Home is being hidden with Christ in God.” Colossians 3:3 “Rooted and grounded in love.” Ephesians 3:17 “We’re not alone here, because the Holy Spirit dwells in us and with us always, even when we’ve strayed far from home.” 1 Corinthians 6:19

From Psalm 42…“My deepest longing is for Home, because it is the only place you’ll find shalom, the wholeness and flourishing for which you were created.”

God created us to flourish, to find shalom, to be whole, and to be at home in our bodies. We can’t find shalom with things outside of ourselves. I’ve spent too many years yearning for people to make me feel safe or help me be whole. It doesn’t work! If I want to flourish, have peace, and be whole, it has to come from within. 

“What could be worse than not being at home in our own house? What hope do we have of finding rest outside of ourselves if we cannot be at ease within? If we don’t cultivate peace at home, we will not find it in alien places.” St.Teresa of Avila

I don’t know if I’ve ever felt at ease within. I’ve lived with constant angst most of my life. Always thinking I could be more or do more. I just couldn’t get settled until I dealt with what was going on with the parts that were inside me. Losing my mom opened my eyes to so many things I needed to see. When we lose a person, a dream, a job, or a hope that we’ve clung to, we have to find a way to reroute. My rerouting has been finding a home within myself by engaging with God daily.

“Many of us thought our emotions and bodies were problems to be solved rather than sources of wisdom to be honored, as King David reveals in Psalm 38.” DeGroat

I hate to admit that I’ve spent years looking at myself as a problem I had to fix. My daily thoughts have been, “If I could just fix my anxiety and trauma, then I might be able to function like a normal human being. I wish I could make my PTSD go away so I wouldn’t be triggered so often. I’m spending a fortune on counseling. I’m reading scripture. I’m journaling. I’m doing everything I know to do to heal. Why, oh why, is it taking so long?”

I didn’t understand the value of the wisdom I was gaining through counseling, reading, praying and writing. I just wanted a quick fix, which most of us do. It’s hard to keep going day after day with so many issues going on inside of us because we are human “beings”, not “doings”, with real feelings. There isn’t a magical wand that takes our pain away. 

“But if David’s words teach us anything, they teach us to be honest. They teach us to name what we are feeling. They teach us to listen. There is no mental work-around to heal our wounds, no training manual to memorize, no verse to claim some miraculous victory that sidesteps real, honest engagement with God and with the stories our bodies are telling. The truth is that we can follow our feelings to God; we can listen to our bodies in order to long more deeply for God’s grace, presence and healing.” DeGroat

I’ve tried talk therapy, which is very helpful. I’ve tried EMDR. I take medication. I’ve prayed scripture. I’ve told myself, “If I just believe, have more faith, or pray more, things will change” because that’s what I heard in church. But, when you look at the therapies I’ve listed, there is something crucial that is missing. It’s the stories our bodies are holding inside of us that haven’t been addressed. It’s the parts that are desperate for us to pay attention to them. And, that my friends, is where the work begins. You are home when you are able to engage with God and with the stories and parts inside of you.

I pray 2025 will be a year that enables us to build a home within ourselves filled with His presence. I pray we will feel peace, joy, grace, safety, joy and forgiveness. I pray we will engage more with our Creator and be honest about what is bothering us. I pray we won’t be shy about asking for His help and guidance. I pray we will take the time to listen and be still. And finally, I pray we will be able to tap into the parts inside of us that have so many stories to tell. I pray we will be able to listen and talk with God about those stories so we can heal and be able to feel at home inside our bodies. May we long for God more and more each day and follow our feelings straight to Him. I’m excited to see what happens inside all of us this year. 

Until next time…This is my journey to joy!