This is me being real again, only this one's not funny. I debated whether to post it because it's scary to put the honest truth out there for the world to see, but I was convinced this morning by a friend that there might be others out there who need to hear it.
October 5th, 2012
I’m doing another Beth Moore Bible study. At the beginning
of the study one of the questions asked was, “What do you seek,” or “what do
you want,” or “what are you looking for?” Basically all the same question,
worded in slightly different ways. My first internal response was “Peace.” My
life has felt anything but peaceful for the past 4 years, starting with when we
got a particular foster child. My experience with him drew out of me a monster
that I never knew existed, and I’ve been fighting it ever since. I have
struggled with anger, anxiety and possibly some depression. I have tried
medicines (which all had negative side effects for which I’m actually thankful
because I don’t want to take medicine anyway). I have tried natural/herbal supplements,
which helped quite a bit, but not completely. The food changes I’ve been making
over the past 6 months have had the biggest impact.
One thing I’ve really struggled with in the last few years
is an inability to enjoy parenting. Don’t get me wrong, I love my children more
than anything, and we do have some wonderful times together. But I thought
parenting was going to be like climbing a mountain – difficult, exhausting,
maybe scary, but oh, so awesome. Look at the beauty surrounding the climb! Look
at the view from the top! But honestly, the last few years haven’t been so
great. I feel more like I’ve been slugging through a sewer. It’s been
difficult, exhausting, scary… and so very far from awesome. And it’s no wonder.
My youngest spent about a year filling my days with poop in some way or
another: taking off a poopy diaper and smearing it all over himself, wiping it
on walls in his room, etc. Not every incident was exactly the same, but there
was oh, so much poop in my life. And it was absolutely not a mountain climbing
experience. If you have children, or have worked in a nursing-home, you know
just how deflating it can be, day after day, to clean up somebody else’s poop.
“Humbling” is probably the proper word, but “deflating” sounds less spiritual
and more real.
My precious baby boy turned 3 a few days ago. I’m now standing
in the man-hole, ready to climb out of this sewer. In addition to peace, and even
more so, I am seeking to enjoy raising my
children instead of feeling defeated by them. The thought has been wrapping
itself around my soul for the past several weeks.
I received a rare word from God today during Bible study.
Beth Moore was rattling on about I’m-not-sure-what, but God was speaking to my
heart, and I felt compelled to start writing. When I began to write, these are
the words that poured off the pen:
“Don’t worry about the
rest of the world, and what they want or what they think. Your job right now is
to raise your family. I have given you these children for them, AND FOR YOU.
They are everything you need. I will do this for you. Your parenting of them is
not the only influence in their lives. Let go of the pressure, be your
wonderful self, and do your best. I love you. ~God.”
Yes, God called me wonderful. As I mentioned, I have
struggled with anxiety due to the pressure to be perfect at everything the
world expects from me. That’s a story for another day, but this word from God
spoke to that aspect of my struggle. The focus of my life right now is to raise
my children. There are so many wonderful things out there to eat up our time,
and I’m not invalidating any of them. But I am to let go of it all – the
pressure, the guilt, even the desire – and just raise these precious children
that I spent so many years begging God for. God also revealed to me that I am
not the savior of these children. Yes, I have been given responsibility to
raise them to the best of my ability, but in spite of all my mistakes and
imperfections, God’s got it taken care of. And they are FOR ME as much as I am
for them. They are for my enjoyment, as
well as my refinement. During my trek through the sewer, God has been right by
my side, leading me, teaching me, maturing me. And I believe the next chapter
in my life is going to be full of joy. As I exit the sewer, I stand at the foot
of a mountain. And there is nothing I love more in nature than mountains.
{Incidentally, in 2010 the 5 of us literally drove through and did some climbing in the Rocky Mountains, and that was an amazing experience.}
Great job, Jeannine! And I think many of us can relate to this on some level. In my experience age three has brought about liberating changes. I pray the same for you...along with less poop. :)
ReplyDeletethanks Gilly. 3 was the magic age for my girls too. fingers crossed!
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