Sunday, February 17, 2013

God Hates Divorce? That's Only Part of the Story

Here's the bad news: 

When your marriage is in trouble or even worse, you separate or divorce, even if they don't know the circumstances, some Christian friends will absolutely back off just when you need them the most. Some will suddenly behave as if you are radioactive. Family who you trusted would always stand by you and love you, may treat you differently and even act like your heartbreak and trauma is about them. Like you've disappointed them, embarrassed them, shamed them, or purposefully destroyed their family circle by not "working it out"... Never mind that you were betrayed, abused, or abandoned. 

They may even blame you. 

Christians and sadly, those in Church leadership, have oftentimes mishandled, judged, and even ostracized women who've had to separate from an abusive and/or addicted husband. Unless you have the silver bullet of solid proof of sexual infidelity (by outright admission, or you actually walk in on your husband in bed with another person), the Church for the most part turns a blind eye to serious, even long-term abuse. That is not ok. 

I asked Elisabeth Klein Corcoran and she graciously agreed to guest blog.


Pretty much everyone who has ever been married or found themselves in a hard marriage or on the other side of divorce, in the Christian world, has heard someone tell them that “God hates divorce”, pulling from Malachi 2:16 (NLT) that says, “For I hate divorce,’ says the Lord, the God of Israel.” 

These words are typically used as a tool to keep someone from divorcing, or sadly, to point out why someone’s life is so difficult post-divorce, as in, Well, what did you expect? God hates divorce…  (By the way, that’s called adding insult to injury.  That’s called being mean.  That’s called the opposite of showing grace and empathy. If that’s all you have to say to someone in my position, please say nothing.) 

One of the first rules of Scripture interpretation, though, is context.  Why did God say those words? Who was he saying them to? What else did he say in that same passage? 

This passage was written during a time when men, mostly leaders, were divorcing their wives without cause.  And if you think women are a bit more vulnerable now and get the shaft post-divorce these days, women back then were pretty much done for if their husbands divorced them. So these words came at a specific time to address an issue that is actually opposite of what you might think. God wasn’t saying “I hate divorce” to address the abused woman in an effort to motivate her to buck up or to shame her into staying; he was actually addressing the throw-away-wife man and telling him what he was doing was wrong and that he despised it. 

And again, context, because if anyone even looked up this verse, they’d see that the very next words in Malachi 2:16 (NLT) are, “And I hate the man who does wrong to his wife,’ says the Lord of All. ’So be careful in your spirit, and be one who can be trusted.’” 

And look at it in the New International Version, “’The man who hates and divorces his wife,’ says the Lord, the God of Israel, ‘does violence to the one he should protect,’ says the Lord Almighty.” 

In other words, God hates the man who tosses out his wife, who hurts his wife, who mistreats her, who covers her with violence, especially so because the husband is supposed to be her protector. 

God’s heart all across Scripture is towards the vulnerable.  God’s heart all across Scripture is grace and mercy.  God calls himself our strong tower, our refuge, our help in times of trouble.  In Proverbs 6:16-19 it lists off seven things that God hates: 

“A proud look, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that devises wicked plans,  feet that are swift in running to evil, a false witness who speaks lies, and one who sows discord among brethren.” 

For some women, this is the description of their entire marriage.  God’s clear intention for marriage is for it to be a representation of how Christ and the Church are in relationship together.  There is love, mutuality, care.  There is no violence, no unnecessary harshness, no power trips, no lying, no wickedness. 

(Let me state for the gazillionth time: I am not a proponent of every woman just up and leaving her marriage for any reason. But I am saying that I believe God hates abuse of every kind, including - or perhaps especially - in marriage, and if the husband refuses to stop and get help, that's where grace must step in and cover over when the husband won't do what he's supposed to be doing.) 

I believe that applying “God hates divorce” to the case of the abused woman looking for biblical counsel on whether or not she can leave her marriage to an unrepentant, abusive man is similar to someone taking “Jesus wept” and saying that Jesus shows compassion on the teenager who broke curfew and now can’t have her phone for a week.  (Okay, slight stretch, but you get my point.) 

That in and of itself is an abuse of Scripture and abusing the heart of an already-hurting woman. Scripture is our guide, absolutely. It is God's very word to us.  But let’s be very careful that we don’t wield it as a weapon against those who are already in so much pain and are in desperate need of our help and support.



Elisabeth Klein Corcoran is mom to Sara (16) and Jack (14-1/2). She loves spending time with her kids, her friends, reading and writing. She is the author of At the Corner of Broken & Love: Where God Meets Us in the Everyday; One Girl, Third World: One Woman’s Journey into Social Justice; He Is Just That Into You: Stories of a Faithful God who Pursues, Engages, and Has No Fear of Commitment; In Search of Calm: Renewal for a Mother’s Heart; and Calm in My Chaos: Encouragement for a Mom’s Weary Soul. All these books can be purchased on Amazon.com in paperback or Kindle. Her upcoming book, Unraveling, is releasing with Abingdon Press in October 2013.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

The Love Shack




Carol: I'm not going to sleep with you. I will never sleep with you. Never, ever. Not ever. 


Melvin: I'm sorry... but, we don't open for the no-sex oaths until 9am. 


Carol: I'm not kidding. 


Melvin: Okay.




Speaking of retirement and no-sex oaths... what's a married-but-now-single girl to do about her normal, God-given desire for... you know...


I'm asking for a friend...


Ok, fine, it's me! Yeah, I'm going there. Let's talk about sex.


As my pastor says, "The enemy wants unmarried people to have sex and married people not to have sex!" That puts me somewhere in limbo-land since I'm married, but separated, not having sex and definitely missing it. 

Are you aware of how many movies and TV shows are romantic? If you want to keep your mind pure, you pretty much have to ban most of what's on the boob tube! Almost nothing is safe. I'm getting tired of watching documentaries about Easter Island, the Monarch butterfly, U2, the Suez canal, or Scottish history.  I'm a love story kind of girl. But, that scene where the man and woman kiss in the pouring rain and then go inside the house stripping clothes off as they go upstairs to make passionate love?..


NOT cool for a woman unhappily celibate.






Most of the time I'm ok and completely in charge of my physical, mental, spiritual, and emotional self, but sometimes to tell you the truth, I'm more than a little afraid of spontaneous combustion. It could happen.

What can I do about that? Well, for starters, I have made an important new rule: No looking at men. Full stop. Scripture says if your eye offends you pluck it out. (Matthew 5.29) Apparently I can look at women only, so my eyes are safe and I don't have to stick a fork in one and yank it out.


I'm thinking about investing in a good pair of horse blinders. Seriously, at the gym when Random Handsome Guy was next to me working out, I silently begged, "Have mercy on me. Please don't take your shirt off. Please don't take your shirt off. Please don't take your shirt off." while singing along with Third Day on my iPhone and exercising with my eyes closed.





And secondly... I don't remember what secondly was now.



"But I tell you that anyone who looks at a (man) lustfully has already committed adultery with (him) in (her) heart."
Matthew 5.28


"I made a covenant with my eyes
not to look lustfully at a young woman."
Job 31.1

The only man I'm morally allowed to make love with is out of the picture and that is just no fair for my lusty little self left over here alone and about to burst into flames. I've had to restrain myself from driving over to my husband's house and attacking him. (It's absurd, but I'm not really kidding here, folks.)


"Yeah-yeah-yeah, you don't love me, you broke my heart, you're happier than ever, you have a new lease on life, blah blah blah... I'm about to die here. Pool table? Garage floor? I don't care. Let's get it on."


Is that sinful thinking? The theological answer is above my pay grade. The pharisaical whispering of condemnation in my head says yes, but I think God says no. It's not sin, but it's definitely unwise. It does me no good.


"Daughters of Jerusalem, 
I charge you by the gazelles and by the does of the field:
Do not arouse or awaken love 
until it so desires."
Song of Solomon 3.5



Just as an aside, I've watched many women who are separated or divorced -- really good women -- toss out everything they've ever stood for because they were desperately lonely and missed being touched by a man. Ladies, if you're doing that, stop it right now. This is your big sister, Anna, saying without any judgement and with a great deal of love and empathy, "Honey, I get it. I really, really, really understand. But, for your own sake, sweetheart, stop." If you need encouragement in this area, comment or email me. I'd be honored to pray with and for you.





Celibacy is for the birds. And yet, God has me (and maybe you) here on purpose. For a purpose. For my good. Job got that which is why he made that covenant with God. Not because he was a prude, or didn't have desires, or was somehow perfect, but because he knew that that's what was God's best for him.




"The very passage of an impure thought through the mind
leaves pollution behind it."
Barnes' Notes on the Bible



That sounds so stodgy and puritanical, but it's true. 

Let's think about what's really going on... 


Physically. On fire for physical connection (hand holding, hugs, kisses, sexual intimacy) and having no husband to woo with some Barry White and a sheer nighty.


Spiritually. Deeply desiring that spiritual communion, the oneness that God designed and finding the spiritual space for the one I am one with... empty.


Mentally. I used to be able to be a wanton woman for my husband and entertain fantasies about what exactly was going to happen when he got home and the kids were in bed (or not) and now thinking like that is fruitless. 

Emotionally. My heart misses being loved and cared for, connected with another but there's no one there.




Since jumping my husband isn't a wise (or available) option, how can I stay pure in all of those ways for my own good?


Pray! Pray! Pray!

Guard my heart.
Do what's right.
Be in command of my thoughts and emotions. 
Remember, my mind is not in charge of what I do, I am.


Now, I simply don't have those freedoms. My body isn't going to get any action. My spirit is the Lord's alone. Emotionally, I have to rely on the love of friends and family. My mind has to be held captive. Pure thoughts! So, I've made the same covenant as Job. 

This is my no-sex oath.

And I have to get distracted whenever any part of me wanders on over to the Love Shack and remember that the greatest and most satisfying love comes from the Lord.





"For your Maker is your husband 
-- the Lord Almighty is His Name -- 
the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer; 
He is called the God of all the earth."
Isaiah 54.5

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Until Death Do Us Part



Almost without fail, people who hear that my husband and I separated are immediately shocked, sad, very loving, and then they give some version of the same response...



"You'll find love again."

"Someday you'll find a man to spend your life with."

"You'll meet someone wonderful sooner than you think."



Dear, amazing, sweet, darling family, friends and strangers,


STOP IT! Just stop.


Love,

Me


It feels like a slug in the gut every time. My life, marriage, and family just shipwrecked like... five minutes ago. I have made a lot of progress in grieving, healing, owning my part, repenting, and forgiving, thank God, but I'm still very much slogging through the wreckage. And will be probably for a long time. It hurts me when you gloss over my current heartbreak straight to some future "happily ever after".





It's kind of like what people say to a woman who has had a miscarriage:





"Oh, honey, don't worry, you'll get pregnant soon."


What?!? 


Where are their heads? The thought of an imagined future pregnancy (which, by the way, is not guaranteed) does not take away the pain of having your hopes and dreams dashed the moment you discovered your sweet, tiny baby's heart stopped beating. The thought of getting pregnant again might feel like a betrayal. It might be scary and painful. And, it could never, ever take away the very real, current suffering of losing a baby.


Moving on with another man wouldn't and couldn't heal my heart, friends. It wouldn't make me forget the loss and heartbreak. It wouldn't make me feel better. 


It would seriously and stupidly complicate my life.


That isn't to say I don't love men. I do. I love the company of men probably more so than women. To be very sexist -- I love their untamable spirit, their innate strength, their energy, the way they think, their sense of adventure, their honor (Ain't nothin' like a man in uniform, baby!), their competitiveness, that most of them can watch Gladiator, or The Patriot, or Braveheart 6,792 times and still love them, all of which is so fantastically different from women. Besides that, they're nice to look at. 


Totally as an aside, men are definitely more beautiful than women in general, don't you think? Yes, there are a lot of stunning women out there, but it's just way easier for men to be handsome without a lot of effort. Think about it, God made most male animals far lovelier than their female counterparts. It's true. Guys are just prettier.



Back on topic, I don't begrudge women who do move on. God bless 'em! I hope the man they fall in love with and marry is someone who can walk through joy and pain, fun and trouble with them in a dazzling partnership and friendship, growing together, sharpening one another, supporting and honoring one another, laughing every day, having delicious and world-rockin' love-making, fighting fair and productively, with truth and trust as foundations, and with God at the center.




One of my dearest friends suffered through the terrible shock of finding out her husband of 25ish years had been cheating for the bulk of those years with many different women. She went through the agony of trying to stay married to an Olympic gold champion liar and bounder until the Lord revealed that he was still being unfaithful. 


She dug in and spent years hard at the emotional work of recovery with the Lord and came out like gold, having chosen forgiveness, and finding peace and joy and a deep, rich relationship with Christ. Then she met a lovely man, a sweet, kind, Jesus-loving, others-centered, servant-hearted man who absolutely adores her and treats her like the queen that she is.  I couldn't be more thrilled and delighted for my precious friend.


But, that's not for me.


I am married. To have and to hold. From this day forward. For better. For worse. For richer. For poorer. In sickness and in health. Until death do us part.


I don't have any intention of not being married. My husband will probably divorce me sooner rather than later. But, even then... 



"The truth is I gave my heart away 
a long time ago. My whole heart. 
And I never really got it back."
Sweet Home Alabama


I am retired.


Not from life. Not from loving and serving those around me. Not from joy. Just from wanting anything other than me and Jesus. 

"Now, to the unmarried and the widows I say: 
It is good for them to stay unmarried, as I do."
1 Corinthians 7.8

"I would like you to be free from concern. 
An unmarried (wo)man is concerned 
about the Lord's affairs -- how (s)he can please the Lord."
1 Corinthians 7.32



So, sweet friends who I know only want me to be happy, I love you so very much. 

Now, knock it off.


Tuesday, February 5, 2013

All You Need Is Love? ... Letter to My Husband



"Do everything in love." 
1 Corinthians 16.14


Here's the thing... I've tried to reconcile with my husband enough times. I've reached out enough. Prayed enough. Cried enough. Laid down my own way enough. Attempted to tear down the walls between us enough. Humbled myself enough. Repented enough. Forgiven enough. Overlooked enough. Brushed off stinging words and behavior enough. Hacked away at my selfishness and pig-headedness enough. Responded in love enough! I've done my part!


Enough!

These self-righteous thoughts roll around in my head. And, it wouldn't take me two minutes to find a fantastically defensive, wonderful girlfriend to blab the latest to in order to hear, "What a jerk! You don't deserve that! You don't have to put up with that!"


And I agree. I don't deserve it! 

Today, I am recovering from some really low, mean behavior, and a scathing email dripping with sarcasm. It would seem like a bad time to write about love. Except that this moment right here is where the rubber meets the road, isn't it? Right when my heart is hurt and my ire is up. Right when my flesh wants to blast back. Right when the perfect, cunning retort is aimed and ready to fling like acid out of my mouth. 


This is my moment.



"I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love 
will have the final word." 
~Martin Luther King, Jr.

Mistreatment, abandonment, blaming, verbal attacks, abuse, intimidation, the soul-crushing opposite of love... not what I signed up for

But, I was the one who willingly said,

"I, Anna, take you, ____, 
to be my lawfully wedded husband, 
to have and to hold, from this day forward, 
for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, 
in sickness and in health, 
until death do us part."

No one forced me to make those vows. But, hooooo-boy, I did NOT count on it going this way. And, what really fries my bacon is that 



I still don't have any excuse not to be loving!

It is nowhere in the Bible and I. HAVE. LOOKED! Love keeps on loving. 



Love enforces appropriate boundaries. 
Love protects those who cannot protect themselves.
Love corrects someone who is wrong.
Love tries again and again and again.
Love lets people go if that's what they choose.
Love lets consequences happen.
Love gets help when help is needed. (Friends, family, counsellors, pastors, doctors, rehab clinics, whatever is needed. Love even calls the police when necessary.)

Love does not just lay down and take abuse. 

As Elisabeth Klein Corcoran says, "I have said from the beginning and I will say as long as I’ve got a place to say anything that a woman in a marriage who is being treated harshly - verbally abused, spiritually abused, economically abused, physically abused, sexually abused, controlled, manipulated, lied to, living with a spouse’s addiction and its effects – should get help*.  She should not automatically divorce, but she should absolutely not just take it.  And that there is help out there." 

BUT,
 love still loves!

I have a notebook full of thoughts, quotes, poems, Bible verses, and messages about love. And when I crack that baby open, I get hit smack in the face with how bad I am at loving. Truthfully, I am more than a little shy about writing about love when I've been such a spectacular flop at it. But as Patsy Clairmont says, "God uses cracked pots" so I can have hope for my crackpot self and share a few of those scribblings.


First and foremost - 
"God is Love." 
1 John 4.8

So, love is the chief virtue of the Christian and needs to be present in all that I do. If I'm not loving, I'm not representing Jesus.

Love & repentance/forgiveness go together, hand-in-glove. If I'm not repenting (which means turning around 180 degrees/ completely changing direction) and choosing to forgive (even if I feel zero forgiveness), I am not really loving.


There's a HUGE difference between feelings of romantic love and actual love. Love is self-sacrificial no matter how you feel. Love is ACTION. Love costs. Real love has skin in the game. Love gives. And keeps giving. And keeps giving.

"Love is patient.
Love is kind, sweet, gentle, calm.
It does not envy. It doesn't want it all.
It does not strut around with a swelled head.
It does not dishonor others.
It is not self-seeking. It is not always "me first."
It doesn't fly off the handle in anger.
It doesn't relentlessly keep score of wrongs.
Love does not secretly delight in evil.
It rejoices with the truth.
It always protects.
Always trusts in God.
Always hopes and looks for the best.
Always presses on.
Love never fails."
1 Corinthians 13.4-8

Pride is the opposite of love. God actually opposes the proud (James 4.6), so, the things that, in my pride and selfishness, block love -- tension, anxiety, irritation, distraction, all my little go-to gods -- have got to die. Holiness requires repentance, LOVE, and personal change, being rid of pride and mockery, and a true humility of spirit.

God takes the way I treat others personally, so I must be lavish with love, patient, kind, slow to anger, respectful, and listen more than I speak.


So, can you tell I've been getting clobbered about this issue? No matter where I turn, God puts love and what it is supposed to look like right in my face. 

My church is even doing a series called "Relationology" (the study of relationships)! A couple of weeks ago Pastor Kenton Beshore shared a message on marriage and what a covenant relationship means. (Part 2 of the marriage message, preached by Pastor Doug Fields is just as killer. Guys, you might want to buckle up before you listen.) It wrecked me. I totally ugly cried at church... again. 

And then my friend, Beth blogged "Grace Goes Both Ways".

So, last week I wrote a letter to my son  and shared the blood and guts poured into that with you. But, after that, the Lord kept whispering in my ear that my husband deserved the same treatment. 


I wasn't exactly thrilled. So, I just ignored Him. But, then I couldn't sleep.

I asked God, "Do I have to? Is there any way I can get out of this? I mean, he lied, broke promises, ditched me, and treated me terribly in every possible way! I don't want to be loving any more! It's not like it matters to him anyway! 

*I* don't matter to him! He just looks at me like I have two heads and it infuriates him when I'm loving to him! It is degrading to me. Embarrassing. Devastating. Enough! NO! I'm out. I'm just going to be way over here and he can be way over there. I'll be civil, but that's all."

But, God wasn't letting me off the hook.

So, I prayed with my trusted's who were concerned about what the aftermath would look like, I wrote, scratched out my words, grumbled at God here at there, re-wrote, sweated, wrestled with my unwillingness, and finally submitted and finished the letter. 


Then I didn't send it for two more days.

I know... Lame.

Finally, I did send it off. Not envisioning a renewal of vows ceremony. Not obsessively checking my email. Even though I didn't feel like it. Even though he would probably just disdain and mock me. 



Dear _________,

In my pride I have resisted writing this letter. But, I’m doing it anyway not expecting anything from you in return. 

There’s no question that you and I need to be separated for safety and sanity’s sake, but I want you to know that I still choose to love you even if there isn’t an ounce of love for me in return. Not because I want to, not because I’m crazy, not because I’m holier than thou, but because that’s what love does. 

Love loves. 

I want you to hear it from me even though it may not seem like it to you and you may feel like I am your enemy. I am not. I forgive you for the ways you have hurt me and am incredibly grateful for the Lord’s forgiveness for the ways that I’ve hurt and angered you. 

You may still not want to discuss that and that’s ok. But, God is a miracle-worker, He can recreate our marriage and family so that both are healthy, whole, and happy, and I believe that He wants to. As I wrote R, I don’t want you to believe that there isn’t a way back. There is. 

I’m not trying to convince you of anything. I expect nothing. 

I just want you to know that I love you. Even after everything that has happened. No matter what. Past all of your sins and all of mine. 

I choose to love you. End of story. 


It wasn't well received. So, now here I am. Sad. Mad. 

"SEE, God! I told You!" 

"Anna... I asked you to obey. No matter what the result. And you did. I am proud of you."

And, this is my moment.



Here's what I choose (thanks to Mama Joyce): 

I don't care what I feel like, 
I am going to obey God
and DO the right, loving thing!

Fling no acid.

No blasting back.

Repent again for the angry thoughts that boil up when I feel hurt.

Pray for him.

Forgive him with all my heart because forgiving him frees me. And because being loving isn't about him, it's my response to God's forgiveness and love for me.

Thank Jesus for him and for the good God is doing in my heart and in my soul through this.

And ask the Lord to bless him today.




"A new commandment I give you; 
Love one another. 
As I have loved you, so you must 
love one another." 
John 13.34

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Letter To My Son




Of my five children, my older son is the one most like me. He's blonde with hazel eyes, olive skin, and a square jaw. He is sensitive, has a big heart to help others, is musically inclined, and a natural comedian. When he was small I called him my little meatball. He's the only baby I've ever known with abs. (That is definitely not like me!) He was just strong and on. the. go. every minute of the day except to take snuggle breaks cuddling with me and his "fa-baba" (favorite blanket). 

He is my baby. My heart. My firstborn son.

Last year during the burning downI did the worst and hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life.

I looked around at our utterly broken, scary, intolerable, volatile circumstances... and told my precious 16-year-old son that I loved him with all of my heart, forever and ever, but that because of his behavior that put others in danger, he had to move out (with my husband) until it was safe for all of us to live together again.

I'm not going to tell you all the reasons why except to say that several shocking events made it clear it was what had to be done for safety and sanity's sake.

I've had to make a few really horrible decisions in my life -- horrible in that there was no other choice but to be the adult and make the terribly hard, heartbreaking call. It's just part of life. In March, my beloved dog of 11 years suddenly collapsed and I rushed him to the vet knowing he was dying, and painfully. We drove together, just us, him sighing and looking to me for comfort and me stroking his head and telling him what a very good boy, the king of all dogs really, he was and how grateful I would always be to God for his friendship. I was the one who decided it was time rather than to try heroic measures to add a few days, weeks, or months to his life. I chose that for him because he was a noble friend and I owed him so very much. Being there for him as he slipped into Heaven was such a sad, but holy moment. It was an honor. 

That's the normal kind of horrible decision. It's part of the package. We know there's going to be some measure of sadness in every year that we're on the planet. We expect it because it's just life.

Not this.

Not turning away your flesh and blood because he is a danger to himself and others.



I don't know how to recover from it. When I think about my son, and how since that day he has refused any gestures of love from me, told me the more I reach out to him saying I love him, miss him, and am praying for him, the more he hates me, my throat closes up. 


"Blessed are those who mourn, 
for they will be comforted."
Matthew 5.4

What is he going through? What has all of this done to him? What hurts? What fears? What anxieties? Oh, dear God, how wish I could be there to comfort him and love him through this! What lies does he believe about his value and worth? 


"But, even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 
Fear not, therefore; 
ye are of more value than many sparrows."
Luke 12.7

And, when will the Lord bring us together again? 

I want to rewind life back to when he was that precious tow-headed baby and enjoy every single moment all over again. I want to rewind back to when he first got angry. Whatever that initial moment was that derailed my boy and set him on this course that has been so destructive and painful. I blame myself and weep for all the things I did over the years that made it worse for him, made it harder for him, alienated him, or caused him pain or confusion and in the middle of the night that list of my sins plays in my head on repeat. I want to make it all un-happen so much my heart cannot bear it. 


"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, 
neither angels nor demons, 
neither the present nor the future, 
nor any powers, neither height nor depth, 
nor anything else in all creation, 
will be able to separate us from the love of God 
that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."
Romans 8.38-39

I worry about my son day and night and have to continually give those fears over to God and entrust him to my Father in Heaven knowing He loves my son galaxies and millenia more than I ever could. And I remember that God has forgiven me for my wrongdoing, my stupidity, selfishness, perfectionism, over-strictness, inflexibility, and on and on. 


The moment my two men moved out, the whole house breathed relief. From the chaos, from the drama, from the abuse. But, then we entered into a new pain -- the grief of loss and abandonment when neither man chose to make things right but went the other direction instead.

Relief and grief.

It's the relief of having a leg riddled with cancer cut off. You'll live and be grateful for it, but without a vital part of yourself intact and will forever be affected.

Last year my baby boy laid in a hospital bed after having done something reckless. That was the moment I realized the face he showed me wasn't real. That the golden thread of honest relationship between us had broken. That was when I realized I was impotent to help, powerless to protect. And blamed.

I want to say to him Lysa TerKeurst's words (paraphrased), "Son, God's instructions, God's boundaries, the ones I've tried to live by and instill in you, aren't cruel barriers to keep you from freedom. They are protective restrictions meant to define where safe freedom can be found." But for now, I don't have that access.

For now.

Last summer, the Lord gave me these verses.


"See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;
your walls are ever before me. Your sons hasten back, and those who laid you waste depart from you. Lift up your eyes and look around; all your sons gather and come to you. As surely as I live, declares the Lord, you will wear them all as ornaments; you will put them on like a bride."
Isaiah 49.16-18

So, I know deep down inside that my son, who is so like me both in appearance and in spirit, will be back. Someday. And I can kiss him and tell him how very much I love him and how sorry I am for every wrong. That moment will be a holy honor.




Dear R,


Even though you don't want relationship with me right now, I want you to know that I love you, son, more than you can imagine. I want you to hear that from me even if you don't believe it right now.


And, I am truly confident that the Lord will restore our relationship someday because God is God and He is in the restoration business. I don't ever want you to think that I don't want that or that there isn't a way back. There is. My door is always open to you. I am here for you if you ever need me. I'm not trying to convince you of anything, nor expecting anything at all from you.


I just want you to know that I love you.


No matter what.


Forever.


Mama