Soul Healing-The Beginning
I recently went though an 18 month period that was filled with so much pain and healing and growing. It was a hard time to go through but a much needed time for my soul. During this 18 month period I shed many tears (surprise surprise), yelled at God a lot, talked through my own failures with Howie, asked for forgiveness from those I had hurt, forgave those who had hurt me, had a gazillion conversations with a few close friends about areas that I needed to grow in, spent a lot of quiet time alone with just me and God, rested physically and spiritually and matured a lot. It was quite a fulfilling 18 months. What started this 18 month journey was stepping down from a ministry leadership position and stepping back from counseling others. I did this because I felt that God told me I needed a season of rest and to learn to focus on Him first and then my family. It was such a hard decision for me to make as my heart’s desires is to minister to others through counseling, teaching and leading, but I was at a place in my life where I had no peace and felt like I was a chicken with my head cut off running into walls most days. My family was suffering because I was so focused on other things, albeit they were good things but they were taking up more time then God wanted them to.
The first few months of “healing” (that’s what we shall call this 18 month span of life) I was angry. Angry at myself mostly because I felt like I had failed people and I had failed at my jobs of being a leader, a counselor, a mom and a wife. I felt like I had let so many people down. It crushed me. I was angry at people who had said hurtful things to me or who I felt had just walked away during my time of need. Angry at God for taking away my heart’s desire of helping people. It was a tough few months. I had to learn to take my angry thoughts captive all over again and lay them at the feet of Christ. I had to think on whatsoever things are true, right, noble and just. I had to get the enemy out of my head so I could hear what God was trying to tell me. I had to get self doubt out of my head so I could remember who I was in Christ and that that was all that mattered. It took me some time to believe the truths that God and others were telling me; “God only wanted me in that position for a season and that season had ended.’ “Lives were touched during my time in ministry. God had used me in so many ways to reach His people.” “People were not out to intentionally hurt me.” It was a huge battle in my mind that I had to fight daily. I would work through the checklist of all the ways I had failed and all the ways I had let people down. I allowed myself to beat my own self up. Fortunately I have a God who is so much bigger than me and He began to build me up.
My journal entry from one of the days during the first three months of healing- “So much runs through my mind on a daily basis. It feels like this constant battle with my thoughts. I can’t seem to grasp at the truths in these thoughts and feelings that I’m having and it’s so frustrating. A friend thinks that I’m hiding and avoiding friendships and yet it has been so the opposite of that lately and I feel like I have been honest and open in telling her that. I feel that people think that since I’m not in a ministry ministering to people right now that that’s not okay. Yet I am still doing ministry stuff, it’s just not out there for everyone to see like it was before and I am not up on a stage talking about it right now. I help in the children’s ministry, I‘m on the worship team, I’m mentoring/counseling 4 different women, I’m ministering to my kids and my husband. Someone recently told me that my story needs to keep getting shared. Ya, I agree and it does ALL THE TIME. I don’t have to stand on a stage or lead a group to tell my story.
Wait, wow, what?! That’s exactly what I needed to tell myself. I DON’T HAVE TO STAND ON A STAGE OR LEAD A GROUP OR AN ENTIRE MINISTRY TO SHARE MY STORY! And I don’t have to share every great encounter I have with people or in my quiet time with God with people for it to mean something.
This is a personal time for me, this season of my life. It’s a time for me to reflect privately with God. A time for me to share my story in private with others. It’s not a season for shouting from the mountaintops. It’s a season of sitting beside the quiet creek and hearing a still small voice whisper in my ear.
No need to stir up any pots or emotions right now, Caroline. No you just sit here and quietly be with Me for as long as it takes. Just be still, My child. Let Me calm the chaos in your head. Let Me pull back the waters that are flooding your heart. Let Me bring rest to your sweet, weary soul. Me... Me. Can you hear Me, daughter?
Can you let it just be Me?
Can you let My voice drown out the rest?
Can you let My Words cover and push out all the lies?
Just be with Me?
Just Me.
Me.
You have nothing that you need to solve. I’ve got it. You have nothing that you need to do. I’ve got it. You have no battles that you have to go fight. I’ve got it. You have no one but Me you have to answer to.
Be with Me. Let Me fill you till you overflow. Let Me love you how you need to be loved. Let Me. I’ve got this. Lean on Me. Let Me be in control. Let Me do the worrying. Let Me carry all your burdens. I’ve got this. Can you just give it all to me? Can I be your everything? It’s what I so long to be.”
That day was a breaking point for me. A day when God pierced so deeply into my soul and showed me how much healing I really did need to do and that I needed to do it His way and not mine. There was no magic formula or time frame for me to get through this season God had brought me to. I needed to just be still, be patient and be with God and God alone. I needed to share my deepest, darkest hurts and thoughts with Him, not with my friends. I needed to cry on His shoulder, not my husband’s. I needed to sit alone with Him, not in a crowded coffee shop with strangers. This was not a time for me to be in community with people, it was a time for me to be in community with the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. I could finally stop fighting the lies in my head and start believing the truths in my heart. This was the beginning of my soul healing...............
How Great Thou Art
Anger Management
I have anger issues. I’m sure I’ve had them all my life but the first time I remember anger actually talking over me was when I was 18 years old. I was angry and I picked up an empty box and chucked it across the room as I was running out of the room. It felt good at the time. Later I regretted it as I heard someone say, “I knew she had an anger problem”. This person was looking for every bit of negative in me at the time and I just gave them more fuel for their fire against me. It sucked. Throughout my adult life I would continue to have anger issues which usually ended with me breaking something. In our first year of marriage I put a hole in the wall. Howie’s awesome response to that was, “you’d better call your dad to help you fix that because I’m not doing it.” Talk about embarrassing....”ummm....hi dad. I just put a hole in the wall because I was mad. Could you come help me fix it please?”. Fortunately my dad was a very kind, understanding man with very similar anger issues (ya, it runs in the family) and came over and patched up the hole.
I didn’t start working on my anger issues until I was in my thirties. It had really come to a head in the years that we were going through the worst times of our marriage. I broke quite a few things, vases, pictures, cups, plates. It always gave me this release when I would just break one thing, but every single time afterwards I would regret it. While working through my anger in my early thirties I focused just on the anger and how I responded in that anger. The Bible specifically says in Ephesians 4:26, “Be angry, and do not sin.” That was my focus, to not let my anger turn to sin. To calm myself down before I started yelling and threw something. I found verses that I could recite when I started feeling my blood boil:
-Proverbs, 19:11, “The discretion of a man makes him slow to anger, and his glory is to overlook a transgression.”
-Psalms 37:8, “Cease from anger, and forsake wrath; do not fret- it only causes harm.”
-Proverbs 14:29, “He who is slow to wrath has great understanding, but he who is impulsive exalts folly.”
-Ecclesiastes 7:9, “Do not hasten in your spirit to be angry, for anger rests in the bosom of fools.”
-Psalms 103:8, “The Lord is merciful and gracious, slow to anger and abounding in mercy.”
-James 1:19, “So then, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak and slow to wrath.”
-James 1:20, “For the wrath of man does not produce the righteousness of God.”
I wrote these verse on note cards and had them everywhere to remind me and to help me get control of my anger. When I would feel the anger start to surface I would pray and ask God to settle my spirit down and then I would go over the above verses until I felt myself calm down. It took a lot of work to get into this routine and get my anger managed, but God was faithful through it all and got me through it. It’s been a long time since I’ve broken anything. Well, actually about a year ago I threw a glass and broke it all over the floor of our bedroom. My rage had come out of nowhere and took me completely off guard. I immediately texted three of my closets friends to have them pray for me because I was still feeling full of rage and anger and I was so confused about where it was coming from. Turns out I was actually having a reaction to barium. I had had a procedure the previous day and they had used barium and some of the side effects are irritation, anxiety and confusion. It was crazy and barium is now listed on my heath record as a drug I am allergic to. Needless to say, I don’t count that broken glass as part of my anger issues. I do still occasionally have moments when I feel the anger rising and I really want to break something but they are few and far between now and I always remember to go and pray and meditate on my anger verses and that always brings be back down to reality.
Now I am forty and God has recently revealed a new side of my anger issues to me. A couple of weeks ago the hubs and I had a bad week over a tough issue that brought up a lot of past triggers for me. We spent the better part of the week going back and forth on the issue and I was angry the whole time. I thought I was angry because he wasn’t hearing my side of the issues. He wasn’t getting what I was saying nor was he understanding my feelings and this was making me mad. I said a lot of mean things and yelled in this time of anger. It all came to a head one morning as we were talking and right in the middle of the conversation, right after he had said something that was new information to me, he abruptly had to go because he had a meeting to get to. I hung up the phone and the flood gates opened (does it seem like every one of my stories involves me crying? Geesh. I am an emotional gal.). The tears flowed and pain came pouring out of my heart. I was hurting because of this situation we were in. All the triggers were bringing up past hurts and I just ached. I immediately wanted to close the flood gates, shove the hurt back down, grab my phone and play a game to distract myself. As I reached for the phone I heard God say, “nope”. Ugh. Really, God? Now? Do I have to? Of course I do. I not only had to I needed to. I sat in the pain and cried it all out right onto God’s shoulder. And do you know what happened as I allowed the pain come to the surface? The anger went away! I realized that day, right there in the parking lot of the gym that my anger was masking my pain. I was allowing my anger to push down the real feelings I was having. It was easier for me, at least I thought it was, to just be angry then to feel the real feels. But oh my goodness, I was a whole new person once I let the pain out and the anger just rolled right off my shoulders.
This past week I found myself angry again over a situation. I allowed anger to consume for a couple of days before I realized that I needed to dig deeper and figure out what the anger was hiding. It didn’t take long to figure it out. I pinpointed the real feeling (It was abandonment this time) dug deeper into the feeling and all of its triggers and once again the anger just rolled away and I felt like a new person again.
People, can I just tell you how freeing and how healing this new realization is for me?! I wish I could go back to my twenties with this knowledge and re-do all the broken things I threw. Take back all the angry things that I yelled that I never meant and find the real feelings that needed to come out. But, alas, that was not God’s plan. He chose to wait until I was forty to give me this illumination and I trust, I know, that His timing is so much better than my own. So I take my new found information and I press on with excitement at conquering a whole new level of my anger.
What is your angry hiding? How are you using anger in your life to fight against feeling the real feels and dealing with the deeper issues? In your anger are you sinning? Yelling at your kids or spouse, breaking things? Is it out of control? Do you need to write the above verses down on notecards to help remind you to calm down and turn to Christ? It might be. A lot of hard work for you to get your anger under control but let me tell you, IT IS SO WORTH IT!
Jesus Wept
This morning was a rough one with Gillian. The entire last week has been been a swinging pendulum on the rough not rough scale. Today it swung towards rough. The morning started out well. Gillian was in a great mood and excited about the eye doctor appointment we have this afternoon. She loves going to the doctor’s, thank goodness since she’s had to go to so many in her lifetime. We got ready for school without any drama until it was time to actually get in to the car to go. I basically had to drag her to the car. Fun times. When we got in the car she asked for some nuts. ( I always keep bags of nuts in my car for when I get the munchies. Keeps me from driving through somewhere and eating crap.) and so I gave her one of my bags. That kid started shoveling them into her mouth as fast as she could. The whole way to school was filled with shoveling nuts into her mouth followed by spitting.
We pulled up to school and I asked for the bag of nuts back. Well she was not having that at all. She jumps out of the car and goes full on tantrum (you know, stomping, spitting and screaming at me). I grab her by the hand and start dragging her towards the drop off area where all the teachers and paras wait for the kids. She still has the bag of nuts in her hand. I ask for them again and she tells me no. I try to grab them from her (one of the paras is quietly waiting for me to hand her off to her) and get them but then she goes running out into the street where the buses are pulling in and out stomping and screaming. At this point two other paras (one who is the nicest man but will use his brawn if need be and it need be) come running out to get her out of the way of the busses and into the safety of the waiting area. Now she has three paras all around her trying to calm her down and one looks at me and tells me its okay for me to go, they got it.
I start walking away and my emotions just washed over me like a giant tidal wave. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry”. I kept walking back to the car where Emma and Nolan were waiting for me to take them to school. As I opened the car door I could feel the first tear start to fall. “Keep it together. Don’t cry.” I get in the car and Nolan says, “I’m sorry you had to do that mommy.” Oh how the floodgates did open. Emma leaned over and hugged me and I just sobbed. She just kept saying, “I’m so sorry you have to deal with this mom.” Once I finally got myself calmed down I told them both that I wasn’t crying for me. I was crying for her. My poor, sweet Gillian who is trapped inside this body of emotions that she doesn’t know how to handle. She doesn’t know how to cope and deal with the everyday pressures of life. She doesn’t know how to communicate with us how she is feeling, or what she is thinking or how we can help her. I weep because I my hurt for and with her. Those tears were cleansing tears. I do not apologize for the tears I cry (Okay, sometimes I do, but I am quickly reminded that there is no need for apologies), they are tears of compassion, tears of pain and always tears of healing.
Jesus wept. These two words give you and me permission to weep, too. We are free to let the tears fall. There is no reason to hold them in. There is no reason to apologize for them when they do start to fall. God will weep with us when we weep, whether they be tears of compassion or tears of pain He weeps with us. Weeping is powerful. Weeping brings healing. God gives us so many promises when it comes to our tears-
Psalm 30:5b, “weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.”
Revelation 21:4, “He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.”
John 11:35, “Jesus Wept”. It’s the shortest verse in the Bible and for me, at times, has been one of the most powerful. Why was Jesus weeping? He had just spoken with the sisters of his friend who had died. They were mourning. Jesus is full of compassion and felt their suffering. I could go into so much more detail here of why Jesus wept but for now I want to stick with the compassion component. (If you’d like to read a great article on this short, powerful verse go here
https://www.desiringgod.org/articles/why-jesus-wept
Jesus hurts when we hurt. He weeps when we weep and yet why is it that when we cry we automatically apologize for crying? Jesus wept without apologizing, so why can’t we?
After I cried those tears in the car this morning I was able to laugh. I got the hurt out and was able to move forward to the joy. Emma, Nolan and I were all able to take a deep breathe and move forward making each other laugh all the way to school. And I know that on this side of Heaven I will shed many more tears and that’s okay, but on the day that God brings me home to be with Him there will be no more tears for eternity. So for now, I thank God for giving me the permission to weep as Jesus wept and I do so unapologetically just like Jesus did.