Truth be Told

Being a Survivor of many facets of Abuse, I am having a difficult time personally with the abundant revelations of sexual abuse and harassment that have been flooding the media these past couple of weeks. It feels as if I am being ‘punched in the gut’ every time another allegation is made, and another predator is exposed.

We often speak of ‘triggers’ in the Grief Community. There are so many. A song, a child that resembles our own, a smell, Birthdays, Death Anniversaries, Holidays, etc., etc., all trigger things. They open up the lid of Pandora’s Box, flooding our mind with memories both good and not so good. We drift into that ‘Grief Fog’, often withdrawing back into our cave with uncontrollable tears and groans indescribable to those who have never traveled this journey.

Well, similar triggers exist for those of us who have been molested, raped, abused, etc.. I commented to another recently that it’s as if a soap opera is being played out on the nightly news. I don’t want to hear it; I don’t want to be reminded. Simultaneously, if ‘Truth be Told’, I am so extremely grateful that such violence is being exposed. Yes, I said: ‘VIOLENCE”. Sexual harassment is not about sex! It’s about CONTROL! It’s the subjugation of another human being; it’s the belittling and violation of another’s soul. We who have been victimized in such a manner often experience what is termed a ‘psychological phenomenon’.  Just as Battered Women succumb to the Stockholm Syndrome, which I correlated to the Battered Women’s Syndrome in my Thesis for a Grad class I took back in the 80’s, Victims of sexual abuse internalize the shame of the perpetrator. Their shame somehow gets transferred and internalized by us, the victim.

We must give it back to its proper owner. Personally, I found great success in doing so through Gestalt Therapy. Victims of sexual abuse often do not speak up because of this shame they carry. They, of course, have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of in such circumstances. They did nothing wrong. But because they have internalized the shame of the perpetrator within themselves, they ‘feel’ as if they should be ashamed and often find reasons to blame themselves. They, too, struggle with the ‘what ifs’ and ‘if only’s’ similar to a Bereaved Parent. Perhaps, this is the tearing down of the ongoing ‘Blame the Victim’ philosophy that has permeated our society for decades.

When I wrote my book a year ago, it was an extremely painful endeavor. I was driven to tell the Truth and have my story be told before my own demise. Yet, even though I had entered into a contract with a Publisher and was committed to an expense beyond my means, I almost backed out. Could I really go public with the Truth? Could I finally break the silence? I truly did not know if I could. I began to uncover leftover fragments of the perpetrators’, and yes that is meant to be plural, shame that had lingered in corners of my soul. I had thought when I began to write, that the house had been swept clean; yet, cobwebs remained hidden in corners and behind things. However, through much prayer and the conviction that this must be done, I took a deep breath and pushed the button sending all my worst nightmares into cyberspace to be published for the world to see.

I don’t regret any of it.

Though difficult and painful as it can be to finally break that silence, the Truth does set us free (John 8:32).

So, as I watch the victims of sexual harassment, abuse, etc., come forth, I find myself struggling. The triggers are unpleasant…and that’s an understatement. Yet, my heart rejoices for them and in knowing that all things hidden are being revealed (Luke 8:17; 12:2) I’m proud of them. I know what it takes to speak up and speak out. It tears at the fiber of our being to one degree or another. Those, like myself, who have either remained silent for decades or were not believed if they had come forward, are now being relieved of a burden they never should have had to carry. God bless each and every one of them for rejecting that shame. May God heal those gaping wounds that have festered beneath the surface. May God give them the strength and release to finally hold their heads up high as their ‘Truth be Told’.

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Numb

Another mentioned this ‘feeling’, or lack there of, in a comment on a previous article I had written. I had written about this topic in my Book: ‘Gifts from the Ashes’ and decided to post this excerpt for those who may be experiencing this stage in our Grief Journey. It seems to be a bit more common around the Holidays when we are all on overload and have a tendency to shutdown simply to survive. In my book, I referred to this stage as my ‘security blanket’…especially in the initial part of this journey.

Excerpt from my initial draft:

NUMB……..TOPIC

Ever feel it? Or perhaps the question should be: Ever not feel it?

Everyone grieves differently, this we have most likely heard numerous times. Confusion, misunderstandings, and even judging can sometimes creep in, especially if Bereaved Parents are grieving alongside one another.

The 5 stages of grief, Denial, Anger, Bargaining with God, Depression, and Acceptance (which I refer to as DABDA) are not necessarily a linear process. We tend to bounce around between them. Sometimes, we decide to visit one of them for a longer period of time. Don’t worry, you’re not ‘stuck’ as some might lead you to believe. Grief has a life of its own. The ‘stages’ are simply an outline. I have met some who after 20 yrs. are almost in an euphoric state. They have come a long way, for sure, along this journey with many twists and turns, ups and downs. They feel no pain. They have concluded they have ‘arrived’ and have somehow, often unbeknownst to them, reached a plateau where all the pain has subsided. Then, suddenly, ‘out of the blue’ they see someone who resembles their child, hear an old song, find something they thought was packed away, etc., and they are once again back ‘at that day’.

It’s scary.

The ‘awakening’ of grief feelings one thought was gone, resurfaces.

The numbness can also be frightening. One might wonder why they suddenly are not ‘feeling’ the pain they have become so familiar with…even ‘comfortable with’ in some fashion. They had grown use to carrying this pain, and suddenly it has vanished. They begin to question themselves as if there is something wrong with them because they are not feeling that pain. ‘Do they no longer love their child?’ is a common reaction similar to the early on ‘what ifs’ and ‘only ifs’, all of which are unfounded false guilt.

In the early stages, the numbness is often the Denial, the shock, the disbelief. Quite frankly, I miss that Denial. It was a ‘gift’. It helped cushion the blow of reality. Because we all do grieve differently, the wife may be in tears while the husband appears to not feel a thing…or visa-versa. Communication is key in such situations, along with the awareness that we may not all cross the same stages at the same time.

One comment about medication that can often bring some relief and numbing: be careful of the side effects. Medication may be appropriate over a brief period of time if one simply cannot sleep, etc. One has to weigh the pros and cons. However, understand that any meds are simply addressing the ‘symptoms’ of grief, and not ‘curing’ it nor removing it. At some point, the pain will need to be embraced and addressed. Medications prescribed by one who is incompetent and unfamiliar with grief and its process will only delay it. Sometimes, we need that ‘delay’ and it can be helpful. Please, just be careful.

Back to feeling ‘Numb’. Go with it. It’s really that simple. If you’re in pain, go ahead and cry, scream, let it out. If you’re numb, rest, embrace the low-tide. It’s all part of this journey. Hold onto our Lord with all you have when the floor has dropped out from under you. Cling to Him in the times of numbness and rest, and breathe the fresh air. It’s all part of the journey.

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Grief’s Solitude

The past couple of weeks have been rough. I’ve had to once again deal with necessary repairs from broken pipes and damaged ceilings, etc. But the most difficult is the physical pain I must bear with this aging disabled body I often refer to as my prison. Some of it is age in general, but every time my back hurts beyond belief I am reminded of the years of abuse that resulted in this pain and the awful leg spasms that accompany it.

But there is another grief that consumes me even more so… the ‘missing’ of my son.

I’ve not been shy in stating that I hate Holidays. Too many memories are resurrected this time of year. In addition, my son’s birthday falls right in the middle of Thanksgiving and Christmas. It has always been worst than even the anniversary of his demise for me. I once again enter into that ‘Grief Fog’. I lose concentration quickly and others become impatient with me because of it. I can only focus on whatever they are telling me for so long before I drift out into outer space once again. I know this sometimes is perceived that they are, or what they are saying is, unimportant to me… but that simply is not the case. I want to focus and be attentive; It’s not my intent to drift off; Nevertheless, I do. It is that place of solitude that I venture to beyond my control.

I’ve noticed a ‘quietness’ in the Grief Community the past couple of weeks, as well. It could be that I am not alone. That somehow in this Solitude of Grief, there are many others also in their own place of solitude. If that is true, then we are all alone together.

Yes, alone together… an oxymoron for sure.

Grief’s Solitude is a lonely place. No other human being, try as they may, can go there with us. Our memories are ours alone. What we feel when we encounter them is felt by us alone. There are perhaps some which those close to us who also shared in certain ‘moments’ can relate to more deeply than others. Still, another cannot get into my head and think my thoughts, or into my heart and feel my pain. In such moments, I am driven to my God for He alone knows.

There is a song by Joni Eareckson Tada that brings me great comfort in such solitude called: ‘Alone Yet Not Alone’. It is a gentle reminder to me that although I feel alone, I once again find that ‘feelings are not always facts’. I am also reminded of Elijah who also believed he was all alone, yet God informed him that there were 7,000 others out there just like him (1 Kings 19:14-18).

I cannot wear your shoes and you cannot wear mine. Yet, we can and do travel this road together side by side. We ‘weep with those who weep’ and we ‘rejoice with those who rejoice’. ‘When one member of the body suffers, we all suffer’ (1 Cor. 12:26). Though we cannot specifically feel the pain another suffers, we can acknowledge it and say: ‘Me, too’. It may not, and probably won’t, relieve our own personal suffering… yet, knowing that another is walking alongside of us often gives us the strength necessary to endure and persevere.

We will make it.

Alone together.

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Gratitude in Grief

This is truly a ‘challenge’ for me. I admit I find it extremely difficult to be grateful since my son’s demise. Though, if I’m to be completely honest, I lacked Gratitude even before his demise. How do I know this? Because my son would often turn to me and say: “Attitude of Gratitude, Mom” in his very loving and gentle way. I am very grateful for his tender reminders.

The Mighty has put forth a ‘challenge’ this month to list three things daily for which we are grateful. I won’t be able to meet that challenge, though I am grateful for it and for others who can. My son was one of the most grateful people I have ever known. No matter what amount of pain he was in, no matter what difficulties and challenges he faced, he could always find something to be grateful for in the midst of it all. He was the type of person that rarely ever asked for anything. Yet, when he was given something, he overflowed with Gratitude. It wasn’t usually expressed in any verbal expression, but it was unmistakably visible in those big blue eyes of his. It was a joy to give him things because he never expected nor demanded anything. A big hug was his ‘thank you’. Oh, how I miss those hugs.

The night before he was killed, he grabbed me in the kitchen and hugged me so tightly and just wouldn’t let me go. I even dropped my arms to my side at one point thinking ‘OK…enough already’. If I had only known that would be the last hug from him that I would receive. But I am so so grateful for that hug! That hug has continued to sustain me many many nights over these past 18+ years.

In my grief, I find there are things for which I am grateful for…#1 is for the time I did have with this wonderful person. His love and respect for me lifts me out of the mire of despair when I am feeling as if I am the world’s biggest loser. If someone like him could see value in a person like me, then somehow I’m not the complete and utter ‘screw-up’ that I sometimes perceive myself to be. If God in His Wisdom picked me to be the Mom of such a wonderful person, to entrust my guidance and parenting with such a precious human being, He must see something in me that I do not see in myself. For such a wonderful person as my son to value me as his Mom is humbling. What an honor was placed on me to be his Mom…and for that I am eternally grateful.

I am grateful for all the beautiful memories I have of my son… memories of heartfelt laughter, memories of heartfelt tears. The Gratitude I have in my heart for everything this person added to my life is inexpressible. He taught me the meaning of Kindness simply by being himself; he taught me about Caring for those many often turn away from for various reasons; he taught me that every human being has value. He always had time for everyone even if it cost him personally. His strength in confronting wrongdoing was noble. He feared no man for he was always seeking Truth. His Faith and Trust in God were unshakable.

When we would drive back and forth to Church together, a song was very popular at that time so it often was played on the radio. I would often sing it from the depths of my heart in Gratitude to my Lord. I now also dedicate it to my son in my Gratitude in Grief:

“Because You Loved Me”
by Celine Dion

For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you
I’ll be forever thankful baby
You’re the one who held me up
Never let me fall
You’re the one who saw me through through it allYou were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ’cause you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

Ooh, baby

You gave me wings and made me fly
You touched my hand, I could touch the sky
I lost my faith, you gave it back to me
You said no star was out of reach
You stood by me and I stood tall
I had your love, I had it all
I’m grateful for each day you gave me
Maybe I don’t know that much
But I know this much is true
I was blessed because I was loved by you

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ’cause you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

You were always there for me
The tender wind that carried me
A light in the dark shining your love into my life
You’ve been my inspiration
Through the lies you were the truth
My world is a better place because of you

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ’cause you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn’t speak
(My voice.)
You were my eyes when I couldn’t see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach
You gave me faith ’cause you believed
I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

Thank you, Babe.   xoxoxo

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“Never Judge God by Isolated Events”

I don’t normally post another’s article, but I read this and did not want to take ‘parts’ of it and share it as my own. I know what it feels like to have that done to mine, so I am sharing this in its entirety as it was received by me.  (((HUGS)))

Whenever a question begins with the words, “Why didn’t God . . .” my usual response begins with the words, “I don’t know.” This past month I was speaking in northern Ontario on the problem of evil for an outreach event. During the Q&A time, a Christian woman sitting in the second row asked, “Why didn’t God prevent her daughter from getting into a recent car accident?”

My answer was candid and to the point. “I don’t know,” I told her.

I don’t know why God permits particular incidents of pain and suffering in our lives. God has not given that specific information to me. Only God knows.

That may not be a very satisfying response. I get it. But it’s an honest response.

Now I believe there are reasons why God allows pain and suffering in our lives. Philosophers often call these morally sufficient reasons. We are given some of these reasons in Scripture. For example, God could permit suffering to test and build our faith (James 1:2-4), to build perseverance, character and hope (Rom. 5:3-5), to judge (Gen. 6:5-7), to discipline (Heb. 12:11), and to warn the world of the impending final judgment (Luke 13:4-5).

These are general reasons why God might permit suffering. However, we cannot presume to know the specific purpose of the suffering in our own lives and the lives of others. We aren’t in a position to make that call. But just because we don’t know the purpose of the suffering doesn’t mean there isn’t one.

If you are a parent, you have probably had the unfortunate experience of holding your child as a doctor sticks them with a needle. This can be a traumatic experience for both parent and child. It is heartbreaking to have your toddler look at you with an expression that screams, “Why are you allowing them to do this to me?”

The child doesn’t understand that this temporary suffering is intended for a greater good.

I think it’s likely that something similar is going on when God permits pain and suffering in our lives. And this explanation is perfectly consistent with what the Bible teaches.

Let me give you two examples from Scripture, and then conclude with a general principle.

Example #1: Suffering of Joseph

Joseph endured suffering. He grew up in a household hated by his brothers (Gen. 37:4). In fact, they plotted to kill him, but decided to sell him into slavery instead (Gen. 37:18, 28). After being brought down to Egypt, he was sold to an Egyptian named Potiphar. Joseph worked his way up to being the overseer over Potiphar’s house, only to be falsely accused of trying to seduce Potiphar’s wife (Gen. 39). As a result, Joseph was thrown in prison for a crime he didn’t commit. He would spend two years in the king’s prison before being freed by Pharaoh (Gen. 41:1).

Joseph experienced tremendous suffering at the hands of others. If any of us were in Joseph’s situation, we would probably ask a whole series of questions beginning with the words, “Why didn’t God . . .”

Why didn’t God stop Joseph’s brothers from selling him into slavery? Why didn’t God prevent Potiphar’s wife from bringing these false allegations? Why didn’t God keep Joseph out of prison? You get the idea.

However, in this instance, we don’t have to speculate why Joseph experienced this suffering. Joseph explicitly tells us the reason. Speaking to his brothers, Joseph says, “As for you, you meant evil against me, but God meant it for good, to bring it about that many people should be kept alive, as they are today” (Gen. 50:20).

Joseph was able to peek behind the curtain, so to speak, and see what God was doing through it all. God used Joseph’s situation for good—to warn Pharaoh about a very severe famine that was coming to the land of Egypt. Consequently, they were able to store up enough food to save the lives of many, including Joseph’s own brothers.

Example #2: Suffering of the Early Church

Recently, I was reading through the Book of Acts and noticed something I hadn’t before. Immediately after the stoning of Stephen by the Jewish religious leaders, we learn about some significant events that took place.

And Saul approved of his execution. And there arose on that day a great persecution against the church in Jerusalem, and they were all scattered throughout the regions of Judea and Samaria, except the apostles. Devout men buried Stephen and made great lamentation over him.But Saul was ravaging the church, and entering house after house, he dragged off men and women and committed them to prison (Acts 8:1-3).

Stephen had just been executed because of his proclamation of the gospel. The early church in Jerusalem is now experiencing its greatest persecution. In fact, Christian men and women are being dragged off to prison. This forced Christians to flee Jerusalem and to be scattered throughout Judea and Samaria.

The early church must have asked questions like, “Why didn’t God prevent the stoning of Stephen?,” or “Why didn’t God stop Saul from ravaging the church?,” or “Why did they endure such persecution?”

In this instance, God’s purpose isn’t hidden. He is beginning to accomplish His purpose in sending out the gospel.

Before Jesus ascended into heaven, He told the disciples, “But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, and you will be My witnesses in Jerusalem and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the end of the earth” (Acts 1:8).

Jesus described that the gospel would spread from Jerusalem, to Judea and Samaria, and, finally, to the ends of the earth. But He didn’t tell them how it would spread. Acts 8 gives some of those details. The gospel is being pushed out into all of Judea and Samaria.

There is a direct link between the persecution of the early church and the gospel moving out. From the perspective of the early church, the suffering was great. People were being killed, imprisoned, and displaced. On the surface, it didn’t look good. But, indeed, something wonderful was happening in the midst of it all. The gospel—the good news of Jesus Christ—was going out to the world as Jesus promised.

The Principle

In both examples, we see how God permitted suffering for His ultimate purpose. In each case, it would have been premature to judge God in the midst of those isolated events. Neither Joseph nor the early church was in a position to see God’s ultimate plan while specific, isolated events were taking place. Yet, there was a plan.

Likewise, we are not in a position to see God’s plan when it comes to specific instances of suffering in our own lives. Isolated events have a way of keeping us near-sighted. Yet, God might be accomplishing something through these events, even if we don’t know what that is.

So here’s the principle: Never judge God’s ultimate plan by your present circumstances.

There are some questions for which we will never get answers. And that’s just the way it is. But God has demonstrated that He can work even the darkest and most miserable circumstances for His ultimate end. Therefore, rather than turning on God for our present circumstances, we should turn to God and trust Him to work it for His ultimate purpose.

For His Kingdom,   Tim Barnett

 

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Frozen in Time

I awoke this morning, still in that twilight zone between sleep and alertness, and in my mind’s eye I saw a woman. She was small in stature and she was in desert lands out West. Far off in the distance, mountains could be seen. She stood at a crossroads.

Behind her the road was covered in dust and sand, as if a sandstorm had its way. Sand, though many find it to be soft under their feet, is actually broken down and very weathered harsh dry material that has been crushed and ground down from rocks, minerals, shells, skeletons, etc. What once was quite hard, has become softened with time because of storms and decay.

As she stood at this crossroad, she knew she could not go back. Though I was sure the road behind her was still intact, it was deeply covered over by this sand and could no longer be traveled. As she looked to the left and then to the right, both paths laid in a haze not too far off in the distance in either direction. The road ahead looked long and led to the mountainous terrain. Yet, there was a brilliant soft light emanating from an undefined source. Though she was fairly certain she could not return the way she came, she was still somewhat undecided regarding the three that remained. Yet, she knew within what road she must travel. She had to follow the light.

I have seen much in my lifetime, many things I wish I had never seen. Though I have encountered much abuse and death on my journey, I still abode in a somewhat protective bubble. There have been times in which that bubble has been popped, often abruptly. It’s as if I had eaten of that apple and my eyes were suddenly opened to the nakedness of this world. I have grieved, at such times, over the loss of innocence. Feelings of regret entered my soul from such loss.

There is a book written by John Bunyan called: ‘Pilgrim’s Progress’ which I have read a few times over the years. I admit, I am a fan of his tremendous gift as I am of Dostoevsky’s. If Dostoevsky were alive today, I’d be the captain of his fan club. But I digress. I do not find it to be an anomaly that both of these men did some of their greatest masterpieces while imprisoned. In their sheltered bubbles, removed and separated from the world, they survived by seeking God and knowing Him as their constant companion. Many of the great seers and prophets of old produced great fruit from their trying and harsh circumstances. John the Baptist was that voice crying out in the wilderness. Even Jesus the Christ traveled into the wilderness before He began His brief three year ministry which divided time into two, the before and after.

There is a specific woman that will read this article I am now writing; she, too, is standing at a crossroad. She has been called and beckoned by the Light. She is a Bereaved Mom who is currently at the point in which the initial ‘other worldliness’ that one often experiences at the onset of this Grief journey… the time in which we feel as if part of us still abides in this physical world, but part of us has crossed over into the land beyond… is beginning to fade. I embraced such a time once, and did not want to let go of it. But as hard as I tried to retain it, it faded away anyway. She is being pulled in a few directions. Others are beckoning her to come and belong with their circle in which they abide. They see her gift and they covet it. They are alluring her with sweet words, as honey drips off their tongues. But I must warn her, though on the surface their intentions appear loving and noble, the light they are shining is the angel of light. I say to this woman: beware. Do not succumb to their seductive offerings. God has called you to be separate unto Him. Allow God to direct your steps; He has other plans for you.

Matthew 7:14 But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.

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