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A Captivated Woman~An Irreplaceable Role September 20, 2009

Filed under: The Journey of Healing — tamarshope @ 10:37 am

I read a wonderful fictional book last year called, Healing Stones, by Stephen Arterburn and Nancy Rue (I highly recommend it and it was like reading my life’s story)…anyway, in it there was a part where the little girl was upset and decided to run away from home. The dad didn’t hurry to go looking for her because he thought she would come back in her own time…when the mom found out she was very upset and said the following; “boys come back….girls wait to be found.”

I found that one line to be very profound and couldn’t quit thinking about it….as women we are made in the image of perfect relationship; we are relational to the core and filled with a desire for transcendent purpose….something magnificent, inspiring and meaningful. As women we want to be needed, desired…we long to be found. We desire to be part of, an irreplaceable part, of a shared adventure .As women we don’t come alive from merely being useful.

There is fierceness and strength even in a woman. Just look at what happens if her child, a friend or husband is being threatened….. At the heart of a woman is a warrior too….but in a uniquely feminine way.

 I remember as a young girl having the desire to be a part of something magnificent, something bigger than myself…I wonder if all young women dream this way….of something significant, sensing that we have a vital role to play, believing there is something in us that is needed and needed desperately…. before doubt and accusation fire their deadly arrows, before the sorrows and troubles of life take aim to kill the desire in us.

 I can’t help but wonder if our Heavenly Father doesn’t desire to be needed as well….. to play an irreplaceable role in our lives….inviting us to share in the adventure with Him…. is this not woven all through out Scripture.

As women we love adventure of all sorts…horseback riding, skydiving, traveling to a foreign country, having children, starting a business, all sorts of things….seeking after God~choosing to be a part of the adventure….an adventure that is shared.

There are times though I confess that what appeals to me most is to live as a hermit, a monk, a solitary person…no demands, no pain, no disappointment because I’ve been hurt, wounded or worn out.

Yet, when I pause long enough and search my heart I realize that I don’t want to run away for very long…..my life, our lives are meant to be lived with others, we are made for connection.

 

The Captivated Woman continued~Romanced September 16, 2009

Filed under: The Journey of Healing — tamarshope @ 7:54 am

I believe it was in Captivating where Stasi talked about romance novels as being the bestselling novels and the fact that they don’t even have to be great works of literature, but women are buying them up like crazy.

I can’t help but wonder if these authors have tapped into something at the core, at the heart of women….our desire to be pursued and found, to be wooed and fought for, and to be romanced.

And look at the covers on these books; they are women with the perfect endowed figure, clothes suggestively disheveled and hair blowing in the wind. These novels we are told are full of sin and evil because of the feelings and desires expressed. (I’m not condoning it I am getting to a point here)

How many of us are self-conscious, uncomfortable or ashamed by this desire.

 How often do we not diminish it, reduce it to feelings of humiliation, scorn it or criticize it, or simply downplay it. Or perhaps the desire has gotten us into trouble and caused us pain so we do our best to eradicate it and remove it. Or maybe we’ve experienced abuse somewhere in our journey and we fear it.

Yet…. doesn’t it seem that our desire for romance refuses to die? Oh believe me; we may have worked very hard to bury it, shoving it so deep inside that we hope to forget about it, but yet it remains.

 Why are we ashamed or embarrassed by our desire to be romanced? Is it not our Lord who put within our hearts that glorious longing to be romanced? Isn’t it in fact where we bear His image…..God loves romance!! He is the author of romance. It is the enemy who has perverted the purity God gave to us. The entire Word of God is a love story—filled with God’s love for us….and just look around at the sunsets, flowers, the music and the love and you know that God is the author of romance…..

 And as John and Brent have said in The Sacred Romance; “The God who saves is also a God who woos His own to a relationship primarily of the heart. It is possible to recover the lost life of our heart and with it the intimacy, beauty, and adventure of life with God.”

 ”You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.” (Jeremiah 29:13)

God wants to be pursued. And so do we!

 At the risk of being misunderstood I am not saying that being romanced is all that a woman wants…..and I am not meaning that a woman should find the meaning of her existence in whether of not she is being or has been romanced by a man. But I am saying the desire for romance isn’t wrong; it’s God-given.

And yet……if romantic love becomes all that we crave, scripture tells us we’ve missed the boat.

 There’s only one love that is wide enough and deep enough to satisfy: God’s love (Eph. 3).

 I guess what I am getting at is that as women we find freedom when we are authentic, when we can acknowledge that deep in our hearts we long for desire, to be pursued….that at some core place deep within, we want, we desire to be seen, delighted in, and pursued. We long to be romanced by the Creator of our hearts.

May your roots go down deep into the soil of God’s marvelous love. And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep His love really is. May you experience the love of Christ, though it is so great you will never fully understand it.
EPHESIANS 3:17-19

 

When our trust issues have been distorted…. September 7, 2009

Filed under: The Journey of Healing — tamarshope @ 10:31 am

Self trust….. Is it a blessing or can it be something that so easily ensnares us?

For people who have been abused our trust issues have been distorted. We often fear trusting our instincts and our boundary lines become hazy or unclear. Whether as a child or as an adult if we put our trust in someone who abused that trust horribly it leaves us feeling that self care is a trap.

Often we don’t trust ourselves very much when it comes to relationships, and perhaps our track record doesn’t look so good. I read once that if we have neglected self-care for years, which is a common result of abuse, we may not trust our body or our ability to meet our own needs.

So what does the healing of healthy self trust look like? I believe it happens little by little, one event at a time, one step at a time. We gain a small piece of self trust when we see ourselves taking risks to obtain a healthier life. A small piece is restored when we can see that a lot of of our decisions are good ones….. Self trust is increased when we trust our gut instincts and our experiences to assess whether another person is trustworthy.

I love spring and I learn a lot from watching nature….. spring is a time of growth, and change happens in varying forms. Applying that to my own life although I may experience some situations with ease there are other times that I may struggle to break through certain circumstances or situations.

How often don’t we feel that there should be instant growth overnight and thereby putting undue pressure on ourselves? God doesn’t expect instant growth but with Him guiding us & leading us, rebuilding self trust causes a blooming, a renewal, when we journey with Him in the transformation process. Like a beautiful spring that begins to come alive our soul rises and begins to grow with hope and beauty. We begin to agree with God’s perceptions of who we are. We discover that we can be humble without degrading ourselves. That we can accept ourselves because God does and we can use the gifts and talents that He has given us.

Renewal, restoration, regeneration…..is a process and thereby allows me to enjoy each accomplishment, as insignificant as it may seem. Giving myself permission to make mistakes and allow myself to learn from them, rather than being critical of what I haven’t yet accomplished or how I have failed once more. And when I am more forgiving of others’ shortfalls, and express more patience with them than with myself perhaps I need to try treating myself like a friend.

We can trust God first, and reap a harvest of huge growth in trusting ourselves. What happens when we don’t entrust our healing to God? We will often digress from self-trust to being ego-centered. Or we can become selfish, or full of self-pity, or become filled with vindictive anger. While Satan delights in the mess he initiated with our abuse, God waits for us to repent and let Him guide us to the green meadow.

The choice is really ours alone. Someone once said that we can choose to add to the damage that has been done to us by trying to be our own untrained physician or we can choose to surrender our self-trust, self-respect, self-love, self-esteem into God’s capable & skillful hands, trusting that He knows exactly where we are unhealthy, where we need help and how to best attend to each situation and problem.

We can trust Him because He knows us better than we know ourselves….we can say we believe in God but the real question is; do we believe Him??

 

Twice Refined August 12, 2009

Filed under: The Journey of Healing — tamarshope @ 8:54 am

Continuing on …A Captivated Woman
As a little girl I loved to read, and fairy tales were among my favorites. Thumbelina made me cry, Cinderella gave me hope, and I laughed through Snow White delighted by the seven dwarfs. I would gaze at the pictures for hours imagining myself in their fancy ball gowns; dancing with the prince…..fairy tales offered the hopes and dreams of the life I envisioned as a child.
They awakened my heart to the possibilities of adventure, beauty, romance, a different life; the living happily ever after stories.
I think fairy tales awaken something in the heart of all little girls. It caused us to believe that we were meant for a world of splendor and wonder, of safety and protection. One of my favorite fairy tales made into a movie is Cinderella. In this movie and fairy tale I see my heart as a small child, a daughter who was born to be wanted, cherish and delighted in. A child who was born with a song in her heart and radiance in her soul that shone through her eyes. In the fairy tale she was meant to grow into a woman of beauty, courage and gifts; her life a gift to those around her.

But just like Cinderella that wasn’t the world I grew up in….and chances are neither were you.
In the story her prince does come, but first she experiences betrayal, heartache and suffering. As children we don’t understand that part of the story do we, until we are grown.

It’s been a few decades since I was that little girl who devoured those stories. As I look back at the little girl who was stirred by those stories, those fairy tales, it feels like that innocent heart belonged to someone else.

Looking back I see all too clearly how I allowed busyness, the desire to please people, the expectations, all the striving to define me. I even allowed my past, my mistakes, my failures, and the abuse to define who I was. And like Snow White I grew tired and fell into a deep slumber.

Stasi has said in Captivating that as women we still long for intimacy and adventure, we long to be the beauty in a great story, we long for what the fairy tales promise. Yet for many, even though that desire is planted deep in our hearts, it seems elusive because the message that our culture, and sadly even some churches, is that it is granted only to those who have it all together first. And so we are driven to try harder. To perform, to look perfect, to be perfect and in the process we bury our hearts and simply get on with life.

But wait…. I have heard a quiet voice whispering to my heart…..as God softly speaks through His Word my heart awakens and He gives me permission to take care of my heart, that my heart as a woman is the most important thing about me….Proverbs 4:23, “Keep vigilant watch over your heart; that’s where life starts.” (The Message)

And when I read about the creation in Genesis I find that rather than shaping Eve out of dust, the Lord “fashioned” her out of flesh and bone taken from Adam. I love that!!

Does this not make her twice refined??

Is there not a difference between fashioning and shaping? Could it be that fashioning reflects a greater level of creativity and a more refined technique?

Think about it ladies…..you have been created, fashioned by the Creator…you reflect His heart.

Can you hear His voice whispering how much He loves you….your heart matters to Him….from the time we are little girls until now we are on a journey to discover what God meant and had in mind when He created women in His image….our journey begins in our hearts….the journey of desire….the journey as John and Stasi have said; to be romanced, to play an irreplaceable role in a great adventure, and to unveil beauty. And just maybe that’s what the fairy tales were seeking to tell us as well.

Today I am a grandmother and as I read the fairy tales to my granddaughters I get a lump in my throat as I contemplate…. what will their stories will be….and I pray daily for them…I pray that as God writes their love stories it will be the most beautiful fairy tale of all.

 

A Captivated Heart August 11, 2009

Filed under: The Journey of Healing — tamarshope @ 10:12 am

For the next little while I would like to share some thoughts from one of my favorite books, Captivating, by Stasi Eldridge. I strongly recommend this book, and encourage every woman to read it; I would also encourage every father with daughters to read it.

 I don’t know if you are a woman like me but for too many years I tried so hard to hide the desires of my heart as a girl and then as a woman. Maybe like me you have been put to shame and had guilt placed on you by others for having feelings and thoughts that God himself put within you…that is so wrong and so sad…..

 As some of you may know by now, if you’ve read any of my blog that my childhood was anything but safe. And although there was sexual abuse it was also a conservative home. Girls didn’t wear nail polish, and especially not red nail polish because only a certain type of girl wore red. Even the clothes we wore were to be modest and again red seemed to be the scandalous color so you avoided it. Red also meant you wanted to be noticed. And as a girl you were to blend into the scenery. Even though this wasn’t a Christian home there was an unspoken rule that if you enjoyed dancing, singing and wanting to be told you’re lovely and beautiful then you were considered immoral, or at the very least you were wanting attention and that was wrong….good girls didn’t seek attention.

 Yet, growing up was confusing as we received two conflicting messages; you are a female therefore a man is justified in using you, but also that as a female you were to dress modestly because you didn’t want to be considered a tramp!!! On one hand you were to be a good girl, wear nothing flashy or showy, and yet pornography was viewed in the home and the men in my family openly flirted with waitresses while the family sat and watched. There were two kinds of women in the world; the bad girls and the good girls. I was a good girl, yet a sexually abused girl-so which one was I???? What a confused, mixed bag of messages.

 So when I married into an ultra conservative Christian family where the women only wore dresses, black shoes and head coverings I became even more confused. And guess what, in this religious culture red was considered a “worldly” color and so the women’s dresses were very plain of nondescript color.

 A couple years later the Lord Jesus found me, and I continued to struggle as I tried to sort through all the “laws” of being a “TRUE” Christian woman. Now I had not only the chains from my childhood to break free from but also the constricting, invisible prison walls of religion binding me.

 It has taken me many years of walking with Jesus to break free of those chains and I am still sometimes daily breaking those chains.

 There are still things in my life that I hide from certain people because I am afraid they would judge me or they would consider me a “backslider” or what ever it is people try to put on you….so many of the things that religion shouts; “don’t do this, or wear this, or go there, or do that, or listen to that”.  The voice of religion that shouts; “if you do that you’re going to fall away from the Lord” or “you’re not going to be good enough”….”or you are not considered as “spiritual” as the rest.

Truthfully, I am really tired of it. I am tired of trying to fit a mold that constricts me, that restricts the source of LIFE. Tired of trying to be someone I am not and trying to do things to be good enough.

That isn’t how God created me. I want to be who He created me to be. Daily the Lord gives me the strength and reminders to be myself and stay strong and walk in my freedom as a woman in Him.

 And it isn’t easy, but then freedom never is.

 Yet I confess there are still days when I get tired of dragging behind me, like a worn heavy blanket, the agony, concern and fear of what others think. But I thank my Lord Jesus that those days are much fewer because I have tasted what it is truly like to not drag that cumbersome blanket and live like God created me to live.

What a beautiful journey….what freedom….when we become women captivated by Jesus and we begin to discover the beauty and power of being a Woman.

 

Boundaries (Part 2) August 8, 2009

Filed under: The Journey of Healing — tamarshope @ 10:50 am

Boundaries can be defined as a pre-determined, or common sense way or even an intuition that we hold on to that defines our “safe place”. A boundary is like a walled protection with gates in the wall where we may choose to let some people get closer than others. There are fences, perhaps internal, which also help to give us the developmental and protective “space” we need in which to flourish.

 How do you know if you are doing well at putting into practice boundaries? Do you often find yourself saying yes, when you really want to say no? What do healthy boundaries look like? How do we keep them strong and in place without becoming totally unavailable to those we love, work with, or serve in some capacity?

Boundaries involve another important word-balance!

 One of my major clues whether or not I am successful at implementing my boundaries is that I feel uncomfortable. Other times I  may feel that nagging voice of resentment when I have responded with too many “yes’s” because I don’t say what I need to say or do what I need to do and my frustration and irritation simmers just below the surface.

 When someone has overstepped my personal physical boundary I feel uncomfortable or upset because perhaps my personal space has been invaded. Yet I often wrestle with the question of whether my concern is justified. But I am learning to listen to that internal voice when that red flag that goes up. I am learning to accept that my concern is justified if my radar keeps going up concerning a specific person lets say…..I am justified if I am uncomfortable.

 And then there are the times I may feel uncomfortable when I’ve worked to make clear a boundary that someone continually tries to step on or over. And as I’ve examined my words and actions I’ve found that I didn’t do or say anything wrong or unkind, even though I may feel uncomfortable because I am not giving in to another’s demands as much as I did when I was younger.

And maybe it feels cruel or unkind because I can now do something for myself instead of focusing solely on the other’s desires, no longer so preoccupied with wondering if I am hurting the other person, or the fear of getting them angry. I’ve learned that in the case of them getting angry I can either set the boundary or try to control their response, perhaps by appeasing them, but I’ve learned that I can’t do both.

I can’t effectively set personal boundaries and at the same time take responsibility for controlling another person’s feelings or actions.  I set personal boundaries to take care of myself, not to control another.

And though I may feel all right while I give my honest answer in setting a boundary there are times when the old tapes begin to replay the guilt messages. But, those tapes are wearing out; the messages they play aren’t so noisy and clear anymore.

  I know that boundaries are healthy and good, and that God is helping me to say “no” appropriately and He is equipping me to make my boundaries functional.

 

Boundaries (Part 1) August 6, 2009

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Coming from a childhood of abuse I have had to work hard to develop boundaries that work for me. And I confess, I often need to go back and adjust or modify them from time to time.

Learning how to set healthy boundaries for ourselves is a huge step in the healing process even though at first they feel awkward. But with practice and persistence the benefits are well worth the effort.

 According to Dr. Henry Cloud and Dr John Townsend in their excellent book, Boundaries, “We need to keep things that will nurture us inside our fences and keep things that will harm us outside.”  So one of the steps we take is to identify the people and behaviors of people that nurture us. Boundaries have been described as limits we set to define who we are and what we will allow in our relationships with others.

 When I am under stress or when something “triggers” an old wound occasionally my natural instinct is to return to my old ways or patterns. It bugs me when I say yes to someone out of my people pleasing, appeasing or peace making. And it irritates me when I find myself wanting to “run” again and not wanting to face the trigger or to do the work of putting up boundaries.

 But maybe you are like me and find that when we operate within healthy boundaries life is much more uncomplicated and less stressful when we honor who we are and what we need and desire….because our Heavenly Father is the one who created our personalities, temperaments, gifts and limitations. Do we not honor Him when we are ourselves?

 What about you….how do you like your steak done, do you even like steak? What is your favorite pastime, what is your favorite color? What makes you tick? Who are you? Who in your life is supportive, loyal, truthful and trustworthy?

 What situations, events, or people are there in your life that you should say “no” to in order to be true to yourself? Or perhaps there are good things you should say “yes” to that would benefit and bless yourself and others as well.

 I often have to stop and do a relationship check-up so to speak, to ask myself if I am being authentic and honestly sharing myself with others or am I faking it, being phony on the outside and then later paying for it with the negative, harmful emotions that I stuff on the inside.

 Sometimes I need a reality check and have to ask myself if my relationships are intimate, authentic and sincere. Am I being who I long to be, and who God created me to be.

 

When you feel dry…. July 27, 2009

Filed under: The Journey of Healing — tamarshope @ 6:40 pm

Have you ever felt drained and tired; does the process of healing seem endless? I’ve found there are times when I’ve been focusing on healing from past abuse & issues that it can leave me feeling very drained. And there have been those times when it feels like the process will never end…. and it leaves me thirsting for easier times.

Today as I sit and write there is a light rain falling outside. Although I have taken my watering can and watered my vegetable garden throughout the week, my garden is still dry and parched and huge cracks have formed in the rich, black soil because it is thirsty for the moisture that is falling now.

As it rains I marvel at how the ground eagerly soaks it up, the plants seem to reach for the life giving moisture as it saturates the ground and each plant becomes fortified and invigorated. I’ve also noticed there seems to be a difference in benefit between my watering can and the rainfall…..my sprinkling from the watering can doesn’t seem to deliver as much life as a fresh drenching, soaking rain.

I love to sit and watch the rain, to sit surrounded by the balmy mist and to listen to the sound of the rain drumming a gentle rhythm on the roof. It’s almost as if a magical tranquility takes over. As I watch the splendor of nature unleashed my cares are washed away. Within a few moments I am cleansed and I feel a wonderful sensation of well-being.

My thoughts turn to my Heavenly Father….as good as going to church, reading books or even reading blogs is, and don’t get me wrong~these are needed and they are good, they don’t compare to the soaking, life giving power and strength that is delivered through one-on-one time with our Heavenly Father…spending time with Him and reading His Word gives us life!! Soaking in the Holy Spirits presence and walking with Jesus Christ is irreplaceable.

Today I am reminded that the pain I experience is temporary….life with our Heavenly Father is eternal…. 2 Corinthians 4:17-18 (The Message) “So we’re not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There’s far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can’t see now will last forever.”

I pray today that the Holy Spirit will strengthen you with the outpouring of His love….that God’s love will saturate you today. That today as you walk with Jesus you will know peace and serenity, and a sense of well being will surround you….that just as the rain gives life to the plants it waters, so the Holy Spirit will quench your thirst today…you only need to ask…..be blessed dear readers.

 

Keeping it real…. July 13, 2009

Filed under: The Journey of Healing — tamarshope @ 11:06 am

I have a confession to make: I am not perfect. Most of my life I have compared myself to others, and guess what~ most of the time I am either critiquing others or critiquing myself because I somehow have fallen short.

Who you read about in these pages (me~tamarshope) is not a spiritual giant….nope, I am just a real, down-to-earth sinner saved by grace….a woman who still sometimes faces daily battles in her mind over things that should have been resolved years ago if one could have achieved perfection in this life!

The only perfect person to ever walk this earth was Jesus Christ 2000 years ago.

Sadly I have lived for so many years with the illusion of perfection. And I have spent so much of my life as the most imperfect perfectionist I know!!!

I knew life was imperfect, but I wanted my own little piece of it to be the most perfect it could be. But several years ago when the Lord called me to become authentic I realized that I had to stop trying to be perfect and start being real.

Isn’t it true that even if we strive to be perfect that it doesn’t stop the negative memories and feelings from surfacing? Through years of personal counseling, and sharing heart to heart with other victims of abuse I began to face the all-consuming issue of abuse. When I strived to be the perfect wife I learned that my quest for perfection actually alienated my husband, when I tried to be the perfect mother I found that I was controlling towards my children, when I strove to be perfect in my job, never allowing myself to fail, I burned out.

A quote from Ann Lamont says; “Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor.”

And from David M. Burns: “Remember that fear always lurks behind perfectionism. Confronting your fears and allowing yourself the right to be human can, paradoxically, make you a far happier and more productive person.”

As victims of abuse we often seek perfection in order to stop the pain or to avoid future pain. It doesn’t work. Seeking perfection just sets us up for failure, because no one is perfect. Instead I believe that as we seek to be real, it is much easier and far better for us. What a breath of fresh air when we choose to enjoy life as a journey rather than perfection as a destination.

Once we recognize our inability to live a perfect life, is there any value in admitting our failings or weaknesses to others? Should we not continue to hide them, what if admitting them causes those who are weaker in the faith to stumble?

 On the contrary~perhaps the presence of weakness in our lives leaves room for the power of God to shine through us by His abundant grace. 2Corintians 4:7 states: “We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves”

Paul is telling us here that God receives the maximum glory when others can clearly see that we, in our natural state, cannot measure up to His perfection. So perhaps it is as we minister to others they will know the blessings they receive could not possibly come from us, imperfect as we are, but only from God Himself!!

This doesn’t mean that I go around telling everyone all of my weaknesses. Certainly God would not want us to walk around telling everyone everything we have ever done wrong.  But I believe that we need balance…. Yet how does this concept translate into our everyday life? I can make the choice to be real in every situation. Not hiding my true weaknesses just to “save face”….. I know that when I have confessed my sins to a fellow Christian, a close friend, that in doing so I received healing. I found that when I’ve shared an area of weakness with a dear friend, and asked her to encourage me in that area, God has overwhelmed me with His grace as I stepped into that area of faith.

Grace – God loves and accepts me, accepts you, even in our weaknesses.

Admitting our weakness opens the way for others to help free us from the pitfalls we face every day. One of my favorite verses stirs up that heart of encouragement. Hebrews 3:13 “But encourage one another day after day, as long as it is still called “today,” so that none of you will be hardened by the deceitfulness of sin”

We need the encouragement from those around us to help keep our thoughts focused on the positive things in our lives, so that we will not fall into a self-critical mindset.

If we continue to hide our weaknesses, and continue striving for perfection, we will miss the great encouragement, blessings and healing we can receive from others.

 

God is about redeeming us….. June 6, 2009

Filed under: The Journey of Healing — tamarshope @ 10:23 am

Not to long ago my husband and I were reflecting on our earlier years of marriage and he brought up the subject of my earlier anger issues. My anger came to the surface soon after we married. He  went on to share how my anger had scared him in those early years partly because he didn’t know where it came from, and partly because he didn’t grow up in a home where he saw such rage explode. My anger would raise its ugly head over seemingly small issues. He also shared how amazed he was that God had healed my rage years ago. He watched the transformation and he knew I was no longer an angry person. I was at peace.

 And then he asked how I dealt with it, how did I get past all the rage, what had happened?

 Whenever we’ve talked about this in the past I would feel such shame and didn’t want to talk about it. I felt shame because I knew in those earlier years that my anger/rage wounded my husband and family. I grieved those times. I was deeply saddened that my anger was directed at the wrong people and the wrong things. And I’ve struggled to put into words how God healed this area in my life. How God took all the pent up rage and healed my fragmented heart.

 Abuse victims often go numb. We stuff our anger. We are scared of anger. Often the anger we should feel towards our abuser gets turned inward, we turn this anger in on ourselves. We think there is no anger yet it is there, often just below the surface. And sometimes even little things trigger it causing it to explode and come to the surface.

 When I was finally in counseling several years after we were married I came to understand that God gave me emotions, feelings. That the bible even commands us to be angry-Ephesians 4:26 “Go ahead and be angry. You do well to be angry—but don’t use your anger as fuel for revenge. And don’t stay angry. Don’t go to bed angry. Don’t give the Devil that kind of foothold in your life.” With this command comes a stipulation-be angry but in our anger don’t sin.

 We’ve been wired to feel anger. But when is anger acceptable? When is it appropriate? Sadly, too often we get angry at the wrong things. Like when we try to control people and they don’t listen to us and we get angry.

 But when we allow ourselves to get angry at what God is angry about…such as betrayal, injustice, abuse, this is righteous anger…we are wired to feel this kind of anger so that we can do something about it.

 Many of us are scared of our anger.

 In counseling I entered the grieving stage. And part of the grieving stage was facing the anger. For the first time in my life I dealt with my anger. I was in a safe place, and I was permitted to finally face, and to feel, all the rage turned inward and put it where it belonged. I finally felt anger/rage towards my abusers. I put the anger where it belonged. And in doing so I stopped punishing myself, hating myself.

 When we enter the angry stage we are in essence pushing the memory away so that it no longer controls us…so it’s not so heavy and present in our lives….we release it.

 God is about redeeming us…and when we begin to feel our feelings we are beginning to redeem our body, reclaiming it…because abuse victims go numb we are in essence reclaiming it, bringing it back under His kingdom domain…this is part of His redemption.

 Sometimes we mistake grieving as depression. While it may be true that depression is anger turned inward this is really an oversimplification. Because when we enter the grieving process we at some point will then enter the angry stage….and although it’s important to be angry…we can’t stay there.

In depression we are stuck…in grieving we are moving through it…we can feel a moving through it, as we experience and get in touch with our anger and sadness.

When we are not allowed to feel anger towards our abuser we get stuck, we begin to feel hopeless….when we go through the grieving stages we can’t skip over the anger part, because that doesn’t resolve anything, that doesn’t bring God’s redemption.

But we can’t rush the process….sometimes healing hurts more at the beginning…and that is too often where we stop but we need to continue through the process.

And all too often well meaning friends, Pastors, even counselors, tell us that we shouldn’t stay in the anger stage too long, that we need to move through it quickly and get past it, forgive and move on.

How long should it take some ask…..my answer, as long as it needs to take!!

 Often the younger we are when we were abused, and the deeper the wound, the more time it takes to heal.

 Healing takes time….give yourself, and give God permission, to take all the time needed in order for healing and redemption to do it’s work. I am still amazed (and so is my husband) that I no longer feel that simmering anger, that rage hiding just below the surface……God’s love is a redeeming love, He can truly heal and bring peace to our wounded and troubled hearts!!!