From personal devastation and betrayal to discovering self, wholeness and recovery
Saturday, January 27, 2018
Enough for 2018
In a personal sense, my word describes my intention to do more work around self-acceptance, positive affirmation and silencing my inner critic. We are daily bombarded with messages that tell us we are not slim enough, smart enough, rich enough, talented enough. . . the list goes on and on and on. Embracing a sense of not enoughness breeds shame and fosters all sorts of maladaptive behaviors in a futile attempt to be OK in our own skin.
According to my friend Merriam-Webster, when used as an adverb the word "enough" refers to something that occurs "in such quantity, quality or scope as to fully meet demands, needs or expectations." I am enough; you are enough. We are human beings created in the image and likeness of God; that makes us fully enough.
I am in a post-major birthday funk that is common during life transitions. My husband says that I
The broader implications of my 2018 word came this week while watching the incredibly brave women who confronted their abuser in a court of law. It seems that every institution in our society is being forced to deal with the consequences of decades of systemic discrimination and sexual harassment and assault of women. No segment of our society has been exempt--from Hollywood to the local church, sports and news organizations and political figures. The #MeToo campaign gave thousands of women an opportunity to finally acknowledge publicly what has been tolerated in secret.
"Enough" when used as a determiner and pronoun expresses an "impatient desire for the cessation of undesirable behavior or speech. . . [and] indicates that one is unwilling to tolerate any more." Until we say "ENOUGH" to a culture of objectification and marginalization of women and children, we will never be able to prevent monsters like Larry Nassar from sexually molesting little girls in their mother's presence. ENOUGH! The laws we have passed and the protections we have put in place will never be enough until the societal and often religiously sanctioned discrimination is stopped.
It occurs to me that both the personal and broader implications of my word are intertwined. Advocacy must begin with me. I must embrace my intrinsic value and enoughness in order to stand and fight against the systems that are designed to keep me in an inferior or marginalized position. If I am to fight for others, I must first fight for myself. I must do the internal work so that I can fully engage in the external battle. I am enough; you are enough and together we are enough to challenge and change a culture that insists we are not. Enough and ENOUGH!
Saturday, January 6, 2018
I awoke this morning after another series of dreams that seem to point to a niggling truth struggling to come to my conscious awareness. As I prayed for discernment and understanding, I recalled the many who have been helpers along this journey of recovery and healing. I have been blessed with wonderful professionals who have walked with me for a portion of my journey and friends and family who have made themselves available for what I needed during the critical days when life was frightening and anxiety-ridden. For these men and women--my tribe, my healing stones--I give thanks:
It occurs to me that the people of my "tribe" have been God's gifts of help. Recovery is not a solitary journey after all but rather is more like a grand orchestra. Papa God is the conductor who arranges and directs the music (i.e. healing) but each section of the orchestra contribute out of their gifts and wisdom and are essential to the ongoing majesty and grandeur of the masterpiece. So at this start of a brand new year, I erect my Ebenezer in recognition of all those who have been my stones of help. I am truly grateful and blessed.
- For Bonnie, Lou, Mari and Teri--professionals who spoke truth with compassion and love and who helped me see myself through gentle and loving eyes;
- For Sharon and that inept MFT intern who taught me that I can and must resist help that is not helpful;
- For Sheila and Tam--old friends who reached out when I was so fragile and simply made themselves available;
- For the women in my small group who listened and loved well;
- For my S-ANON sisters who cried and laughed with me as we shared our journey on the healing path out of betrayal and addiction;
- For Crystal, a sponsor and friend extraordinaire who like her name, brings clarity and insight into the muddy waters of life's situations;
- For Wm. Paul Young, Richard Rohr, Paula D'Arcy, Glennon Mellon, Elizabeth Gilbert, Brene Brown, Stephanie Carnes, Mari Lee, Barbara Steffens, Marsha Means, Ann Voskamp, Patricia Wiklund, Terri St. Cloud, Rachel Held Evans and Scot McKnight whose words were like a healing balm to my wounded soul, like manna from heaven that satisfied my hunger for information and that shone a bright light during very dark days when I could not find my way;
- For Julie Anne and "Anonymous" who helped me reconnect with my inner activist;
- For all of the partners and former partners who have dared to share their stories with me; they have reinforced the truth that we are not alone;
- For my sweet and bestest friend, Kay--a loyal, loving and faithful sister for the past three and a half decades. She has been a secret-keeper, a sounding board and a witness to my entire journey, not just parts of it. We have forged a friendship that has stood the test of time, disagreements and changing life transitions. Many miles separate us but our hearts are connected in a way that transcends geography;
- For my children who are the very best gifts I have ever received and whose love and connection continues to bring healing and purpose to my life. Their resiliency, courage and strength amaze me and I am so very proud of the wonderful human beings they have become. They have been severely tried and tested, crushed and challenged and still they love and live with integrity, compassion and kindness;
- For my gifts of grace, life and peace--"The Three," the "K's," the granddaughters who have come into our family and brought hope, giggles, snuggles and joy;
- For my husband, whose love is healing in ways that only a healthy intimate relationship can after severe betrayal, and who has brought adventure and laughter into my life again.
|The Western Wall, also called "The Wailing Wall" in Jerusalem|
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