Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Talking to Jesus

Yesterday, I had a come to Jesus talk...with Jesus.  As I drove to work on my every day one hour commute, I decided it was time to really talk to Jesus.  Don't get me wrong, I pray every day.  I read my Bible regularly and I talk to God about what I read.  I am a good "upstanding Christian woman."

But, something has happened in the past year that I can't quite explain.  The past year, I have been able to check off many things from my to-do list of life.  I will have my master's degree in hand in a couple weeks and I'm interviewing for great new opportunities.  I have a feeling I may even be offered a great job.  I have a wonderful husband who has served his country for over a decade faithfully, and I have three amazing children who inspire me every day.  Each of them received the highest award in their respective school for this past year.

I am blessed.  I am honored.  I live a charmed life, full of goodness and accomplishment.

Yet, this past year, I have felt empty in ways that I can hardly explain to anyone. I have become more withdrawn and isolated, and even started talking much less than ever before (if you know me, this would tell you something is wrong).

I just don't feel like I have much to say to anyone. For a writer, speaker, teacher and counselor, this is a strange feeling.  I've always had something to say, something to share, and many times people have commented that the words I speak are inspiring and helpful.  I don't say this to boast, but to understand that suddenly being at a loss for words is strange for me.

Yesterday, I woke up and all I wanted to do was talk to Jesus.  I didn't want to talk with a friend, or call someone on the way to work. I just wanted to really talk to Jesus...in a way that I have not really talked to Him in the past year.

You see, I have been so busy finishing my master's degree, working in a fast-paced environment, working toward becoming successful, trying to keep up with my kids' activities and achievements and help them, and also be a good wife, a good friend, a good citizen of this world...

I forgot what is really important.

I'm almost ashamed to say it, but I know God has grace for me.  Yesterday wasn't about being "a good Christian" because Lord already knows I am not a good Christian.  I have failed countless number of times and if my right standing with God is based on my own works/deeds, I should just give up now.  I will never be good enough for God.  I don't even want to try.  I want to seek Him every day of my life, and out of this relationship, He leads me and guides me into a better life.  It's a LOVE relationship, not following rules (because I have NEVER been good at following rules)!

Yesterday, on my way to work, I just turned off the music and really shared my heart with God.  I talked about things that I have been putting on the shelf for the past year.  I talked about my fears, my hurts, the suffering I have seen, but that was just the tip of the iceberg.  Once the words started to flow from my mouth, I started talking about an issue that was buried deep in my past...or was it?

You see, the business of life can blind us from what is truly important.  Yesterday, as I shared my thoughts with God, I knew that He had known my heart all along.  He knew my heart before I spoke those words to Him.  He just wanted me to come and be open with Him, confess how I felt, and seek His merciful grace.  After talking for awhile, I just sat in silence and listened for His voice.

All at once, I could feel this warmth surround me, like a comforting blanket. It was wrapping me up, like I was sitting in front of a fire on a cold winter day.  I could feel God's love for me.  I could feel His reassurance, that although I had failed to faithfully nurture our relationship, He still loved me the same as He always had before. His love had never changed for me.

In the world, I was becoming successful, but at what cost?  If I don't make time for these "come to Jesus talks," what success do I really have?  I felt better after one conversation with God that was truly deep and heartfelt than I have felt during many praises and accomplishments in the past year.

God started leading me toward becoming a counselor in early 2011.  After several months of prayer, I started my program. Everything felt like it was headed in the direction that God wanted for me.  I believe that I am meant to be a counselor.  God is not unhappy with the success that I have experienced this past year, or the work that I have done.  However, the most important work that occurred this past year was in my own heart.  God knew that my heart needed a makeover.

He sent me to the valley of the shadow of death, to walk alone with Him, and to be changed. It has been a very lonely year, despite being surrounded by people.  I can't remember feeling this alone for a very long time.  At my lowest moments, I realized that I was never alone. God has been with me every day of my life, and He is not letting go.  It has truly been a wilderness experience for me, one of the most difficult seasons of my life.

At the end of this week, my schedule is going to change dramatically.  I will be counseling less and spending more time at home with my children during the summer.  The seasons are changing, as they always do, and I am grateful for the coming change.  The season that is passing away has been exceedingly difficult, but God has completed a great work in my life, and I am thankful...even for the darkness, pain and suffering, because God makes everything beautiful in it's time.

The Excellence in God's Works
10I have seen the task which God has given the sons of men with which to occupy themselves. 11He has made everything appropriate in its time. He has also set eternity in their heart, yet so that man will not find out the work which God has done from the beginning even to the end. 12I know that there is nothing better for them than to rejoice and to do good in one's lifetime...

Saturday, May 21, 2016

A Broken Heart--A Shattered Glass

Over the past year, I have seen suffering that does not compare to anything I've experienced in the past.  Every day, as an inpatient psychiatric therapist, I see people in the deepest places of despair and hopelessness.  I had a patient say recently, "Why shouldn't I just die?  I have nothing to live for, and no hope that anything will get better for me."  When he said this, I just stopped and realized I was suddenly not breathing for a moment.  It was like a wave of darkness had washed over me.

Unfortunately, sometimes, that wave of darkness goes home with me.  I find myself thinking about hopelessness and I even begin to feel hopeless.

I ask myself that question, "Why would a person want to live without the promise of HOPE?"

Without hope, we are already DEAD.

What do we hope for?  Perhaps, a better life, better relationships, more financial security...

For those I work with, they struggle every day to find something to hope for...

During group sessions, I often give patients homework to find ONE thing they love about themselves, or ONE thing they have be hopeful about in the future.  I ask patients to share responses, and often, nobody has the answers.

This past year has been one the toughest seasons in my life.  I have struggled to remain hopeful, even though I have the greatest hope of all, through Jesus.  When I am at my absolute lowest points and I feel the darkness overwhelming me, I feel His presence comforting me.  I know that He really will never leave me nor forsake (abandon) me.  No matter what darkness I traverse through in life, He will be there in the darkness with me, shining a light of hope.

Before I knew Jesus, I also lacked hope.  I found myself in the deepest place of hopeless despair, mourning and self-loathing. He gave me hope when I had none.

I pray every day for the patients and staff at the hospital.  Sometimes, I see God intervene during the day and it brings me hope...but even when I can't see Him working, I always know He is there with me.  I have moments when His presence is very clearly discerned.  I feel His everlasting love.

I have been through a lot of darkness in my life, some of which I solely created. I have made poor decisions in my life that resulted in negative consequences and caused me to become hopeless.  I have been depressed, anxious, fearful, angry, even hateful at times.  All of this created a deep pit of hopelessness.

Many times, we must live with the consequences of our negative behaviors for many years, even after redemption has occurred and restitution has been made.  Decisions change lives, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, life moves on...

It's all about finding peace in this life...finding hope that does not disappoint...and having something or someone to bring love, comfort and joy to our lives.

For me, that is Jesus and the presence of God in my life.  It's not something on the pages of a historical novel, it's a presence that goes with me everywhere, in everything that I do.  In the deepest place of having a broken heart, God is near to me. A broken heart and a contrite spirit He will not despise (Psalm 51:17). He draws near to the brokenhearted and those crushed in spirit (Psalm 34:18).

I have felt the pain of a broken heart...more than once in my life.  When I sit before others who are brokenhearted and crushed in spirit, I mourn with them.  I realize that when they speak of being hopeless, that is their current reality and existence. I realize that without supernatural intervention, many of them will die of a broken heart.  I believe God uses those in their lives to bring them hope.  He works through these vessels to bring hope to the hopeless, to encourage them never to give up on finding hope again.