Our Mess Becomes Our Message!
Coming from a highly experienced beloved who’s walked through her fair share of messes, when we go through great pain and trials, it is easy to stay wrapped up in the comforts of being bound by that captivity. Being a prisoner of fear, it seems every step we take to break free, the paralyzing torment only proves to deepen the tattered heart. Traumatic attacks are hard to survive and heal when our focus is solely based on being bailed out. That includes also the loss of failed expectations, physical pain, emotional scars, and even financial destruction.
I was asked how I walk and talk confidently relating the torments of abuse and the shame that lingers from breaking free from it when sharing my testimony. Admittedly, there are times when I get overwhelmed reliving it because it feels like a totally different person’s trauma, but it is healing to share because I’m taking back the power of my voice that was once stilled. I try to emphasize that there is no shame in our game, Jesus is his name! There really is power and freedom in the name of Jesus when we release the blood stains caused from the fears of judgment and condemnation all because of our Great Advocate.
Maybe that’s why my heart burns with desire in being an advocate for those who have lost their voice because I get it. I’ve walked that path and survived. I also know what a relentless pursuit change requires. This requires the understanding of what 2 Corinthians 1:4-5 (MSG) talks about; that God “comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, He brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us.”
I hate suffering just like anybody else, but I remember meeting a woman named “J” who forever changed my beliefs about God and suffering. I met “J” at one of our weekly W.E.A.V.E. support groups. I had only learned of W.E.A.V.E.’s existence after escaping exactly what the acronym means; Women Escaping A Violent Environment. I was not an advocate then; I was attending these meetings because I had found myself a victim of a sophisticated stalker.
I was subjected to a stalker who wanted what he could not have: Me! Even though I had broken free from the chains of domestic violence, the physical and emotional abuse, I was still imprisoned with identity and insecurity depravities that needed some fine tuning from the Lord’s direct intervention. This would help bring awareness to unhealthy behaviors while offering safety and refuge for my children and I.
I have learned to approach the testing of trials with more peace, confidence and clarity now as my faith has deepened. Trials are now perceived as opportunities to learn tools that will help equip me with what might be brewing in the future; for example, perseverance, patience, trust, hope, knowledge, courage, you name it.
The development of my character became profound after I left my violent environment. Kind of funny how God orchestrates situations at times, because here I had broken free from the cycles of abuse and the Lord introduces me to a woman who would subsequently come to know the Lord as she survived and broke free from her violent marriage. Here I thought I was strictly going to these meetings for my own feeding and equipping and God used my testimony and friendship to walk alongside of “J” as she crossed the finish line with integrity.
This is where I love how scripture claims our victory and where I get to stomp the enemy with my high-heeled boots. Genesis 50:20 (NIV) perfectly announces to the enemy with an attitude to boot, “You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives.” Ha, take that enemy!
If we take the time to ponder what this passage is saying and the power it holds with the revenge built in (just sayin’), it will help remind us that our trials are not meant to torment us or even keep us on our knees; they are intended to launch us to a different atmosphere and realize that our messes are our messages. This is where our ashes turn into beauty by walking alongside of others going through similar trials and how it also benefits our healing process. Blessings of community!
Our momentary troubles are not meant to be gone through alone, much less swept underneath the rug. They are meant to strengthen us. There are reasons for this season. Maybe, just maybe this test has come because it’s going to be a part of our testimony. I’m going to be brave enough to try and seize every moment of my trials so I can learn wisdom that will help me get through the next mess quicker and stronger.
I’ll close in sharing what I copied for my youngest son who is going through his own battlefield. This is what Max Lucado calls his Declaration of Faith and every refrigerator should proclaim it:
I’ll get through this.
It won’t be painless.
It won’t be quick.
But God will use this mess for good.
I won’t be foolish or naive, but I won’t despair either.
With God’s help, I will get through this.
~ Max Lucado ~
Beautiful Beloved, I pray you are blessed and filled with more strength and peace than before you read those powerful words. They are so truthful and something I hold onto very closely. Life can be hard and sometimes it’s quite unbearable, but when we keep our focus on the Lord and walk through life surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses, the power we receive from each other helps carry us during the healing process.
Until next time…
Thank You For Being Beautiful You!