Letting Go When God Says No

Letting Go When God Says No

 

On the warm summer day that young Cherise married her husband, she never thought that her marriage would end. Life wasn’t perfect, but they laughed together every day and loved each other through mistakes.

As Cherise looks back, she couldn't put her finger on when their lives changed. Even as she and her husband went on date nights and called each other everyday, there were some troubling shifts. Cherise realized that there were secrets being kept from her and unexplained behaviors causing more arguments.

She spent many sleepless nights trying to figure out what was going wrong. Did something happen during a particular fight? Did she do something wrong?

Most of her prayers during that time were simple, “God, please help!” or “God, please fix this!” No matter what she tried, a hidden addiction made itself known in difficult and heart-breaking ways. Their first marriage separation happened right before their twentieth anniversary, followed by a second separation four years later.

Although Cherise continued to pray for her marriage, a few years later her husband decided that he no longer wanted to be married. She was devastated but realized that God had blessed her years before by drawing her in close so that she discovered the blessing of His presence. That blessing sustained Cherise through an unanswered prayer that eventually turned into a heartbreaking “no.”

 Stories like Cherise’s aren’t easy to read. You may know from experience that these stories aren’t easy to live, either.  In fact, Cherise’s story is my story.

In our idealized version of Christianity, we like to think that we pray, God answers, and we live happily ever after. However, I believe that cemeteries are a reminder that God never wants us to dream of happily ever after while we’re living on earth because our broken, fallen world will rob us of that dream one way or another.

 Sometimes, the job isn’t saved or there won’t be a baby, even after all of the fertility treatments. At times we pray, but our spouse or our parent still abandons us. While God doesn’t cause our pain, sometimes, He allows our lives to travel down an undesired path. Even as there is blessing no matter what happens in our lives, that doesn’t mean that we don’t feel the searing pain. How do we deal with the raw emotions and let go when God seems to say no.

There’s a ritual that I’ve been doing once or twice a year for the past decade to help me to deal with the pain and keep my heart on the path toward hope, even as my heart hurts.

I call this ritual my annual “funeral”. One day each spring I pack a blanket, my Bible, a notebook, and a packet of tissues. Then I drive down to a beautiful river a few miles from my house. I find a secluded space so as not to draw too much attention to myself and lay out my blanket. For whatever reason, this exercise works best for me when I’m outdoors under the vast sky that reminds me of God’s glory (Psalm 19:1).

There’s three parts to my annual funeral: Be real, write down, and release. First, I’m real before God. Through my tears, I’m honest about the unanswered prayers, unmet expectations, rejection, disappointment and dreams that have died. Then, I write down what I’m grieving in my notebook. That makes it more real. Here are some of my funeral notebook entries:

I wished that I had more time with my dad…
God, I really prayed hard for You to remove the addiction from our home…
God, I’m really sad that those family members no longer speak to me…

Like the laments of the prophets, I cry out to God on paper, at times bitterly angry over what I’m grieving or what I’ve lost. It’s okay to cry and scream at God. Lots of people in the Bible have done it.

Once I empty myself of disappointments and dead dreams, I grab my Bible and read pre-marked verses on hope such as Jeremiah 29:11 and Isaiah 61:1-3.  These verses do not make me feel better immediately, but these words are a reminder of God’s glory, greatness, and power beyond my circumstances.

Finally, I pray and release the dreams or hopes that will not be. Through my tears I prayer something like this: I dreamed that (name dream), but that dream isn’t going to come true. I really wanted it, God! And it hurts. But I need to let that dream die. I need to mourn it and move it out of my heart so that You can fill the space with a new thing for me.

This powerful, yet simple ritual gives me a tangible way to release the weight of what could mess me up, slow me down or keep me stuck in the past. I want God’s blessing for my future, so I have to let go! 

Do you need to have a funeral for something in your life today? Be real before God. Write down your pain, anger, disappointment and hurt. Release it all to God and trust that He will heal your heart and soul with His love and mercy.

 Content excerpted from I’m Waiting, God: Finding Blessing in God’s Delay by Barb Roose

 

When Your Family Doesn’t Care About Your Prayers

When Your Family Doesn’t Care About Your Prayers

       Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sat across a long-time beloved family member. I poured out my heart over the spiraling addiction crisis ripping our family and my marriage apart. As one who’d walked for decades in the same situation, she sat and listened. I noticed that her mouth set in a hard thin line of painful understanding.
        For all of my poured out tears and pleas for help, she sat stoic and still. Her responses to my words were short and unfeeling. I felt a cold chill of rejection and immediately wished that I’d kept my tears to myself. I wondered why she couldn’t have at least reached over and hugged me? Maybe just patted my hand. Yet, there was nothing.
        I’d been praying for over six years at that point for God to do something that would save our family from the stealthy addiction and return us to the happy and whole life that we’d known years before. Every morning, I lowered my body onto a small stool in my office closet, surrounded by note cards of scriptures and prayers taped to the wall. I prayed scripture, fasted weekly, rebuked demons, but most of all, pleaded with God to do what only He could do. Each day, I waited.
        Talking with others about such a sensitive issue like addiction terrified me. Telling the truth and then asking for help took all of the courage that I had. So when my courage was met with silence and then rejection, my broken heart broke just a little more.
        In ancient times, a woman named Hannah experienced years of infertility, even though I know that she prayed with the same passion and veracity that I prayed in my little War Room closet. Like me, some of Hannah’s family didn’t care about her prayers either.
        As much as her husband, Elkanah loved his wife and tried to make her feel better, he didn’t really listen to the heart of her pain. “Why are you so downhearted just because you have no children? You have me – isn’t that better than having ten sons?” Bless his heart, right?
        While Elkanah was loving, yet ignorant, his other wife Peninniah was just downright mean. Since Hannah’s name is mentioned first in 1 Samuel 1, it is reasonable to assume that she was his first wife. However, once Hannah didn’t become pregnant, Elkanah took another wife to give him children. During ancient times, there were some men who took multiple wives. This wasn’t God’s best plan, but He allowed people to freely choose how they would live (Deuteronomy 17:17) In this case, Peninnah lived to torment Hannah for not being unable to have children. “So Peninnah would taunt Hannah and make fun of her because the Lord had kept her from having children.” -1 Samuel 1:16
        Unfortunately, there are mean-spirited Peninnahs all around to discourage God’s daughters who are praying, yet still waiting for an answer to their prayers. Have you ever prayed for a rescue, a renewal, or a breakthrough with every cell of your heart only to have the people closest to you make fun of you, criticize you, or not even ask about how you are hanging in there? As they say, it’s the wounds of the ones closest to us that often hurt the most. So, how do we handle family or even close friends who don’t seem to care about our prayers?

1. QTIP  or “Quit Taking It Personally”
This is one of my favorite sayings! What this slogan means is that I will not allow someone’s reply or reaction to what I’ve said minimize my self-worth or the importance of the situation to me.
        When you whisper a reminder to yourself to QTIP, you don’t allow the reaction or responses of others to emotionally own you or minimize your situation. If they condemn, criticize, or fail to ask how you’re doing, just say, “I’m gonna QTIP that!” and keep it moving with faith and assurance that God cares about what you’re going through.

2. Live at Peace

        Romans 12:18 teaches us that as much as it is up to us, we should live at peace with everyone. This is really hard when family members aren’t supportive or they are critical. I remember when a close family member used various Bible verses to judge some of my behaviors. I had two choices: get angry and say something that I would need to apologize for later or end the conversation.  I ended the conversation by saying, “This is no longer a good conversation for both of us. I will give you a call later.”
        Like Peninnah, you may have family members who will never be supportive, whether God answers your prayers or not. But, you can live at peace by accepting them for who they are and not reducing yourself to their unkind behavior.

3. Pray Boldly!

        Don’t let unsupportive family or friends stop you from praying boldly to God! I love Hannah’s example in 1 Samuel 1:10-11, where she prayed boldly for a son and then gave him back to God before her prayer was even answered. Keep praying, especially because God hears your prayers! Hebrews 4:16 encourages us to come boldly before God because He will give us the grace and mercy that we need.
        If you’ve been praying for months or years for a rescue, renew or a breakthrough and your family has let you down, God is always there for you. Draw strength from his unfailing love, compassion and power for you today.

Question: Which one of the three tips maybe helpful for you today? Do you have any other encouragement to share with us about how you handle tough times when your family can't give you the support that you need?

How My Girls Inspire Me!

How My Girls Inspire Me!

A few years ago, the stage production of Phantom of the Opera opened for a brief run in my community. I didn’t think much of it, but my youngest daughter was over the moon. A high school student at the time, she loved the songs and the story of the beloved production.

In the evenings, I’d hear Phantom’s playlist blasting from the bathroom while she took one of her infamously long showers. She insisted that it took at least two or three songs for her to wash her long, thick, curly hair properly.

Since the play was running in town for a few weeks in early November, I went online to see about getting some last minute tickets. Thinking that she’d love an early Christmas gift, I hoped for an affordable mezzanine ticket in the back corner.

Holy no! My eyes popped out at the ticket cost. I doubled checked to make sure that I wasn’t on the Hamilton website.

If you’ve got kids and your family goes through a tough time, it’s easy to justify an over-the-top purchase for our kids. The year before, I took her with me on a cruise with my publishing company because I felt guilty about putting that kid through a second marriage separation. Did a cruise offset the pain and loss? No. But we made some great memories so the cost and guilt was worth it.

Not even guilt could override my common sense this time.

The tickets cost three times more than the generous amount that I’d considered spending.

A few evenings later, my middle daughter, Sami, burst into my room and shut the door. I was sitting in my bed trying to sort out my life and Begging God to fix our messy life.

I looked up in time to see Sami sail through the air and land right next to me on our large king size bed.

“Mom! Guess what! Guess what! Guess what!”

Her eyes sparked. My high energy girl buzzed with excitment.

“I got me and Abbie tickets to the Phantom of the Opera!!!!”

My jaw dropped. “What?!”

“I got us tickets!”

I wish that I could tell you that I celebrated with my girl in that moment. Instead, I questioned her wisdom in spending so much money on those tickets.

“Mom, I wanted to.”

My precious girl wanted to. She knew how much her younger sister loved the musical and she lovingly and generously spent her hard earned income as a pre-school teacher on those tickets.

“I wanted to.”

Isn’t that the heart of generosity? Isn’t that the opposite of the guilt or anxiety that often strangles our courage when the still small voice of God prompts us to give to others.

What I love is that my girl didn’t worry “What if I don’t have enough for me?” Rather she wondered, “What will Abbie’s face look like when I tell her about these tickets?”

I was humbled that day. Not because of the tickets, but God showed me the heart of lavish generosity and it looked like My daughter.

And He used her to remind her of His generosity toward me. That I could live with open hands and give even in a season that felt scarce. Even when I wasn’t sure how I would make it, I could be like the widow of Zarapheth or Jesus’ widow with the two mites, who open-handedly gave all that they had because they believed in a God of abundance. They trusted in a God who loved to give to those who give.

Can I tell you just how precious it was when Sami told Abbie about those tickets?! As mothers, we want our kids to have good relationships with each other. I believe that uncensored generosity is part of the secret sauce to making that happen.

This meant that I cheered on Sami’s generous gift and didn’t rain on her parade. She was an adult and I had to step back and let her manage the cost of generosity and not second guess her decision or feed any fears of scarcity.

When I picked the girls up after the performance, my Abbie’s eyes were radiant. Samantha’s were, too. They loved the experience and they loved sharing the special evening with each other. Their words tumbled together as they described the stage, music, and lights. My eyes welled with tears as I drove because while those tickets cost Sami a small fortune, the memories that they now shared were priceless.

It’s been a few years since that special night. I love, love seeing my girls be generous toward each other. With my oldest daughter in the military and only home one a year or so, my girls don’t get a lot of face to face time. Yet when they do, they don’t second guess pouring out love. This past Christmas, my oldest daughter made it home and she wanted to treat us all to an escape room adventure. We had a great time that night. That generous gift gave us lots of fun memories.

As their mama, I am grateful that they want to live with generous hearts. They don’t desire stuff, but they love spending to laugh, love, tease and cheer each other on.

I don’t know how old your kids are or if you’re a sibling yourself, but I hope that you can cheer generosity on with your kids or siblings when it happens. If your ten year old wants to spend his money to buy his sister something just because, cheer him on.

Guest Post: Waking From A One Night Stand

Guest Post: Waking From A One Night Stand

The following post is raw, honest and might be a trigger for some and offensive to others. But, I know without a doubt that what the author shares is the untold story of countless numbers of Christian women who haven't felt safe sharing their experience. We are all part of the body of Christ and we all make mistakes. James 5:16 tells us to confess to each other so that we might be healed. So if you relate to today's post, don't be ashamed. You are loved. Reach out to a trusted friend or counselor and begin the healing process. *Name of the author withheld to protect her privacy*

The Dream

Yesterday I awoke after vividly dreaming about my ex-husband. Years after our separation and divorce, these dreams are unexpected but always disturbing. The uncomfortable feelings on waking are reminders of old wounds now suddenly fresh and raw again.

In this particular dream my ex was warm and caring. He apologized for all he had done to hurt me. Stunned, I apologized in turn. The naked emotion got me. I had rarely seen it in the 13 years of marriage we had. I don’t remember all we discussed after, but a deep connectedness compelled me to hug him. Then I woke.

The problem? It was only a dream, yet the feelings were profound and real. Reality set in to remind me of our “malignant” divorce- one that seems to never end. Secondly, I am also remarried. Awkward.

I laid in bed separating realities. I mourned a personality that didn’t exist and a marriage that never materialized as intended. Can you imagine the internal conflict of feelings for an imaginary ex-spouse while married to your current? Some distance of time has given me the advantage of quick clarity, so I rolled out of bed and soon forgot about it.

Later that morning, I sipped tea with my friend Barb. We caught up and discussed our deep desires for helping women recover with confidence from divorce. The commonality of one-night stands and divorce arose in passing comment. As we talked, a remarkable parallel struck me. The moment of waking up from my morning dream is much like the moment of waking from a one-night stand. The parallel:

We have deep desires for connectedness only to wake to a different reality.

To be brazenly vulnerable with you, divorce and one-night stands are something I understand too well. If my admission incites judgyness from you, the reader, then I’d ask you to keep reading. Instead hang with me while you set aside your judgement and repent (See John 8:3-11). If you identify with my admission but are shocked that I admit it publicly, then this writing is exactly why I am here. I bridge understanding with the goal to end shame and secrecy from swirling in our faith cultures.

“Begin at the beginning, and go on till you come to the end: then stop.” -Lewis Carrol, Alice in Wonderland.

Genesis 2 relays that although Adam had a perfect companionship with God and creation, and it wasn’t enough for Adam. Part of me is astonished that Adam was still lonely within perfection, and, somehow this was also God’s perfect design. We are humans and made for connectedness with each other, not just God. Our hearts want to feel love, our brains want to believe we are desired and beautiful. Perhaps Adam needed to realize his longing for companionship in order to be grateful upon its divine fulfillment. I identify.

Once Adam saw Eve, all of his check boxes were complete- including sexual desire. And it was holy.

Chances are you didn’t marry your spouse or ex-spouse for only physical intimacy. Instead you felt an emotional and spiritual connectedness too. This bond results from vulnerability and trust with each other- an emotional and spiritual “nakedness” is required. The best physical intimacy and desire for one another starts right here.

Waking from a one-night stand is like waking from a dream (or possibly nightmare). Reality reminds us that we didn’t escape the truth of our disconnectedness, or fantasy of who the lover would be. Our brains are no different than Adam’s. Seeking connection is not an indication of brokenness. Rather, we long to connect as designed. Waking from the one-nighter means we made a mistake in our search method- an easy thing to do in the wake of tremendous loss and heartache.

Divorce is Death’s Trifecta

Divorce is the death of more than just marriage. Death of emotional and spiritual intimacy, as well as the physical cohabitation, may feel crushing to the new single person. Some folks don’t know how to be alone. They haven’t lived healthy single life before and certainly haven’t gone long without sex.

We, divorcees, notice the careless comments indirectly aimed at us which circulate among religious communities. For example, implying that we “throw away the marriage so easily” while boasting about another year of successful marriage marginalizes the truth of what most of us endure. The second pervasive theme we see is to “not fall into sexual sin.” Yeah, we are painfully aware of this need and abundant warnings throughout the Bible. I have yet to meet anyone who ‘merely “threw away” their marriage without care and who cannot wait to become the town whore,’ and I am 9 years since my separation.

These themes illustrate the divorcee’s ongoing bountiful problems with integration in faith communities: the ‘shalt nots’ of shame in divorce and the inaccurate assumptions of their state of affairs. There is a considerable lack of true and good understandings of our challenges, especially among our non-divorced friends.

Church leaders attempting to minister to this group will relay truths in God’s word as best they can. However, I’ve noticed many marketed and published materials come from married, non-divorced men and women. While I’m sure intentions are whole-hearted, the authors’ perspectives are often quite different than the reader. These religious materials can unintentionally abandon the divorcee right where they need the most help. Several times I have stopped reading midway to conclude “they still don’t get it.”

This is my story.

I was the problem, he was 100% sure. Counselors pushed for me to stay in the marriage, and this was the answer to all my marriage problems. God will “fix” it if I do the right thing and stay.

So, when I ultimately exited my marriage, I was ghosted and/or rebuked by my family and friends. My mother was convinced I was going to hell. I received ample comment how my actions hurt them but few kind inquiries about me. My ex was happy to be the more favored party and I stayed quiet and let him be. The religious community had spoken; the marriage was apparently more important than I was.

Truth be told, I loved being alone and I still do. The ex could no longer control everything I did in the guise of “submission.” There was no more mess in my home (my ex was a compulsive pack-rat). There was less fighting over money, chores and responsibilities, and far less shame. I didn’t have to talk to anyone unless I wanted to so I cut off many relationships and worked to find a new normal.

Since I had slept alone for many years, sleeping alone was not new. I had cleared my obligations to a man with whom I had zero intimacy, so enduring it’s lack of all forms became amplified with time on my hands. Lack of really great sex was also not new.

As is the case with many who go through divorce, I had lost a considerable amount of weight. As a tall woman, I had a figure that I hadn’t had for fifteen years. Suddenly random strangers were making comments, and offering their phone numbers wanting to talk. Can I be honest? It felt amazing.

You see, my ex talked badly to and about me for years (I have so many awful stories). Being alone gave me pointed clarity to how bad it had become. I began to realize I wasn’t as dumb and inept as he claimed. His actions had rooted a deep-seated anger toward men, and I wasn’t interested to sit in his passenger seat any longer.

Assigned Blame and Intents

Commonly men propagate a paranoid myth that women leave them with intent to “cheat.” Its actually manipulation in order to gain sympathy and favoritism and shift blame away. While that can be true, it is not always the intent. I had no intention to be with anyone, I simply didn’t want to be with him any longer. After years of emotional abandonment, I was taking care of me.

At one point, I decided to try online dating. That was interesting but short lived. It never felt normal to me so I quit that.

Still, I don’t have to remind a grown divorced woman that lack of physical intimacy can be really hard to live through. Chastity isn’t a sexy word especially when you haven’t had good sex in really long time. I was also in the throes of what we call “sexual prime” which made life abundantly harder.

Most of the time, my hook-ups were chance meetings with no intent to end up in bed together. Usually we would talk, share stories, maybe have one too many beers and I’d invite the man back to my apartment. I’m sure some may wonder how a Christian girl can do such a thing. All judgement aside, the bottom line was always a desire for connectedness. And let’s be real; no vibrator or well-intended chastity pep-talk offers human connectedness!

I’ll be frank; the sex was friendly but awkward at best, and rape at worst. Most men acted like they saw in porn. Few knew how to actually pleasure a woman, although I’m sure they were trying. There were a select few who realized I had too much to drink and assumed free license to do as they pleased. I’ll not mince words; I was raped a few times.

The first time I was raped, I made the mistake of confiding to my ex. As many religious “Christian” men believe, he said it straight up: it was my fault. I should not have been there, wearing that, and doing this. “What did I expect?” Shame was his mantra.

These shaming and blaming tactics leave people trapped in spiraling self-destruction. After this particular comment from my ex, I did not communicate personal detail with him anymore. Neither did I stop having one-night stands, nor did I report the next time I was raped. If you need any insight into the #MeToo and #ChurchToo movements, my experience summed them both up in a nutshell. I get why women don’t press charges. Why invite more embarrassment?

Wholeness.

I wasn’t until after a few of these escapades that I began truly understanding sex without healthy relationship leads nowhere but an awkward morning. Waking from a one-nighter left me feeling as lonely and disconnected as I was before, maybe more. The conquest and attention felt good in the moment, but satisfying sexual gratification comes from a safe loving committed relationship. And that foundation begins with emotional and spiritual intimacy.

You thought I was going to say “safe loving relationships come from only God?” I’d argue the best ones do, but certainly there are loving intimate relationships where others do not share our Christian faith. The key lies in our ability to be nakedly vulnerable with each other on all levels- spiritually, emotionally, and physical- and then trust another human to hold safe this delicate truth. Christian faith has the most power when both invite the Holy Spirit to supernaturally guide the relationship through our inadequacies using his wisdom, and not ours.

Is a mate safe? Does he display your embarrassing secrets as a tool to manipulate you to do what he wants? Does he hold over your head your sins and errors? Or does he sit by your side and support you in your struggle? Does he cover your sin when he could easily shame you instead (Prov 17:9, Mat 1:19)? When you find a safe person, you find connectedness. And when the moment is right, that connectedness becomes intimate. Remember love is always kind (1 Corinthians 13:4). There was no exception to that description.

My one-night stands taught me valuable lessons about who I should or shouldn’t be naked with -in all senses.

My husband today never touched me when I had too many beers. He also knows about the one-nighters, rapes, and all, and he never blamed me. But then- our story is redemption best shared another time.

The best intimacy I’ve ever experienced only came once I found my value in Christ, apart from any marriage or relationship with the opposite sex. I’ve realized that people are more important than an institution of marriage or the acts of sex. It’s understandable that I would confuse flirtation and sexual attention for connectedness. It’s understandable if I didn’t know how to break the cycle until the Holy Spirit began to renew my mind (Ephesians 4:23). I make mistakes.

In the meantime, my heart goes out to you if you identify with any or all of what I wrote today. What you are looking for is connectedness without shame. Relationship without blame. If we were sitting next to each other, I’d buy you your beverage and take you by the hand, look you straight in the eye to repeat this truth: “You are valuable to Christ. Who you have slept with, how many times, and how long ago holds no bearing on the wholeness we have in Christ.”

Every waking day is an opportunity to ask the Holy Spirit to renew your mind- even if upon waking from a one-night stand. And for goodness sake, read your Bible. The Lord can’t renew a mind that is not filled with truth. Together with the leading of the Holy Spirit, and backing of the Word of God, he can help lead you to a place where it’s easy to say no when the wrong kind of connection is offered. Robe yourself in righteousness and wait for being vulnerable to the right person. The breastplate of righteousness does exactly as Ephesians 6 says; It protects your heart.

Connecting physically, emotionally, or spiritually with the wrong people steals precious time and emotion that would be devoted toward the right person. Be satisfied with nothing less than God’s best plans and his schedule- there’s an abundance of grace there. Be chaste when the world tells you to be loose. Be patient. I promise you that this kind of intimacy is far more exhilarating, deeply satisfying and worth every moment of waiting. I promise.

 

 

 

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