“I get those fleeting, beautiful moments of
inner peace and stillness,
and then other 23 hours and 45 minutes of the day,
I’m a human trying to make it through in this world.”
– Ellen DeGeneres
In the days leading up to Christmas 1999 I try to
describe how I feel, in addition to my achy body:
“OVERWHELMED,
DISTRESSED, IRRITATED, TIRED, RACING, UNSETTLED, SCARED? “
There’s the trepidation of dividing up Mom and Dad’s
belongings, anxiety about being with the Mennings and John, wondering if the
kids will like their gifts; and the work of finishing the shopping and
gathering up the food and clothes to bring to Iowa.
Christmas with family happens, and includes more than
tangible gifts. The dividing up of Mom and Dad’s belongings goes wonderfully,
time with Mennings happens with mostly calm. There is an admission by Betty
that she’d seen things that were “wrong” when Becky was under her care, and
just let them go: I work at forgiving the passivity that contributed to Becky’s
abuse and Gregg’s straying.
I am wanting to redirect to seeing some abundance, urged
on by a message at Oakdale on Isaiah 55.
December 28, 1999
Isaiah
55:2b “Listen carefully to Me, and eat what is good, and delight yourself in
abundance.”
“…delight
yourself in abundance!” Let my mind
dwell on what is good in my life, my
marriage, in what You are doing in me. Stop thinking so much on what has gone
wrong (continue that to the degree that is necessary for continued healing); be
careful to not obsess. Consciously redirect my thoughts to “eating what is
good” and seeing the abundance.
“Listen
carefully to Me.” I am so desiring God to hear Your voice, and am wanting
with all my being to listen and listen carefully. God, I have put myself on the altar in every
way I know how. I have given You my own
coping measures that have kept me away from dependence on You:
alcohol,
inappropriately finding affirmation in another man,
self-pity,
resentment,
bitterness,
accomplishments,
idolizing my relationship with Gregg,
thinking
that I am anything (idolizing myself and my way of thinking).
You know how
imperfectly I have sacrificed these things God, and I desperately need You to
do it all for me. You alone know my heart.
“Search
me, O God, and know my heart; Try me and know my anxious thoughts; And see if
there be any hurtful way (way of pain) in me, and lead me in the everlasting
way.” Psalm 139:23-24
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert
repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of
your body
Love what it loves…”
– Mary Oliver, Wild Geese


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