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Friday, May 26, 2017
"Is God disappointed in me for feeling sad?" - #atimeforeverypurpose, #bruisedreeds, #RitaMoritz
Ecclesiastes 3:4 “A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to
mourn, and a time to dance;”
This past week was the five-month anniversary of my son Buddy’s
death. I probably don’t need to tell you it’s been a rough week. I
spent the first few days feeling overwhelmed. I was sad, weepy, and
just generally miserable. Losing my son has caused me the most
desperate, overwhelming grief I’ve ever known in my life.
Even in my grieving, I usually try to focus on what I still have
rather than on what I’ve lost. Trying to keep that focus is why I do
a gratitude post every night. But there have been times since Buddy
died when I felt like I was standing at the edge of a precipice over
a bottomless chasm and feared I might fall off into the abyss of
total despair. This past week was like that.
Although my circumstances haven’t changed, I’m feeling better today
and asking myself why I was feeling so overwhelmed earlier in the
week. The change in how I feel also brought to mind the question,
“Is God disappointed in me when I’m sad?” If I know the Lord,
shouldn’t I be cheerful and full of joy regardless of my
circumstances?
Before I answer that, I want to stress I'm not saying you and I are
justified in walking around lamenting our circumstances, wringing
our hands and constantly complaining. Nor am I suggesting it’s ok to
sing an endless rendition of “Gloom, Despair, and Agony on Me,” no
matter how overwhelming our situation might be.
Having laid the foundation, I need to say some days just “suck swamp
water!” I mean some days are just tough and, no matter how much you
love the Lord, those days aren’t going to be five-star banner days.
You lose your job, the biopsy is positive, you bury your soul mate
or your child, your spouse walks away. Those things are heartrending
enough without adding in the false concept that God is disappointed
in you for being sad. And it is a false concept.
Ecclesiastes 3:1 tells us “there is a season, and a time to
every purpose under the heaven..." Verse four of the same chapter
tells us there’s a time to cry and mourn as surely as there is a
time to laugh and to rejoice. Life’s seasons come and go according
to God’s plan, and our job is to accept where we are at any given
time.
Buddy knew the Lord, so I know I’ll see him again. And because of
that promise, I’m told I don’t need “to sorrow like others who have
no hope” (1
Thessalonians 4:13).
However, that verse doesn’t suggest I
shouldn’t sorrow at all. When terrible things happen (and they
will), of course we’re going to have sorrow.
I’m thankful I have a Savior who understands my tears and my broken
heart and who wants me to be myself, whether I’m happy or sad. In
Shade of His Hand, Oswald Chambers says, "When you are joyful,
be joyful; when you are sad, be sad. If God has given you a sweet
cup, don’t make it bitter; and if He has given you a bitter cup,
don’t try and make it sweet; take things as they come."
Challenge for Today: What might happen if we, just for today,
accepted we are sometimes going to be sad and determined to “take
things as they come?”
(17-5-26)
(17-5-26)
"What can I do when I'm afraid?" - #theeverlastingarms, #theGodofhope, #RitaMoritz
Deuteronomy 33:27 “The eternal God is thy refuge, and
underneath are the everlasting arms.”
Regardless of what you might be facing now or recovering from, fear is probably part of the “package deal.” Dictionary.com defines fear as: “a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined.” (Emphasis mine). Sometimes our fear IS based on the “what ifs” that never happen. However, some of those fears are justified, and we’d be silly to deny that. So, what can we do? Using REST as an acronym, take a look at the following suggestions.
R: Reach out for help. If you don’t have a supportive circle of friends, develop one. Many people, myself included, have found comfort in Alanon and other support groups and the relationships they developed there. Reach out to help others. There is great comfort and even joy in service…regardless of our circumstances. Remember you are not alone. Others have walked your path and survived and even thrived. You can too.
E: Employ the tools you have. Support groups, sharing, exercise, music, prayer, and reading uplifting books including, but not limited to the Bible. Some or all of these tools will improve your outlook even if your circumstances remain the same, They will also help you to respond rather than react to fear.
S: Set a specific time for worrying. Make a 30-minute appointment with yourself and designate that time to worry. Rail against your circumstances, cry, pray, rant or do whatever you want during that 30 minutes. However, when you’re done with that 30 minutes, you’re done worrying for the rest of the day. That other 23½ hours of the day belong to you. When fear taps you on the shoulder, remind yourself it belongs in the 30 minutes assigned to it and focus on something else. It may sound silly, but it works.
T: Take care of yourself. That means you eat when it’s time to eat, you go to bed at bedtime, you discipline yourself to get some exercise. It means you get your hair done, you get a shower and get dressed every day, you call a friend. You find a way to reach out to others and you work on your spirituality, whether through meditations each day, church attendance, listening to tapes or going to a support group. You find something to smile or laugh about each day. In other words, you do what you would be doing if you were not afraid and live your life one day at a time.
There are some days when I’m great at utilizing those suggestions, and there are some days that are more of a challenge. Those are the days when Harry tells me I must think my worry is very powerful since I do so much of it. And he’s right.
So, the last suggestion is for those days. I remind myself that my worry is not powerful to help anyone, but destructive to my hope. I also remind myself that, whatever it is I’m facing, “The eternal God is my refuge and underneath are the everlasting arms.” Then I try to give my fear to the One who can do something about it.
Challenge for Today: What if, just for today, we chose to take control of our fear instead of letting it control us?
(17-5-24)
Regardless of what you might be facing now or recovering from, fear is probably part of the “package deal.” Dictionary.com defines fear as: “a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined.” (Emphasis mine). Sometimes our fear IS based on the “what ifs” that never happen. However, some of those fears are justified, and we’d be silly to deny that. So, what can we do? Using REST as an acronym, take a look at the following suggestions.
R: Reach out for help. If you don’t have a supportive circle of friends, develop one. Many people, myself included, have found comfort in Alanon and other support groups and the relationships they developed there. Reach out to help others. There is great comfort and even joy in service…regardless of our circumstances. Remember you are not alone. Others have walked your path and survived and even thrived. You can too.
E: Employ the tools you have. Support groups, sharing, exercise, music, prayer, and reading uplifting books including, but not limited to the Bible. Some or all of these tools will improve your outlook even if your circumstances remain the same, They will also help you to respond rather than react to fear.
S: Set a specific time for worrying. Make a 30-minute appointment with yourself and designate that time to worry. Rail against your circumstances, cry, pray, rant or do whatever you want during that 30 minutes. However, when you’re done with that 30 minutes, you’re done worrying for the rest of the day. That other 23½ hours of the day belong to you. When fear taps you on the shoulder, remind yourself it belongs in the 30 minutes assigned to it and focus on something else. It may sound silly, but it works.
T: Take care of yourself. That means you eat when it’s time to eat, you go to bed at bedtime, you discipline yourself to get some exercise. It means you get your hair done, you get a shower and get dressed every day, you call a friend. You find a way to reach out to others and you work on your spirituality, whether through meditations each day, church attendance, listening to tapes or going to a support group. You find something to smile or laugh about each day. In other words, you do what you would be doing if you were not afraid and live your life one day at a time.
There are some days when I’m great at utilizing those suggestions, and there are some days that are more of a challenge. Those are the days when Harry tells me I must think my worry is very powerful since I do so much of it. And he’s right.
So, the last suggestion is for those days. I remind myself that my worry is not powerful to help anyone, but destructive to my hope. I also remind myself that, whatever it is I’m facing, “The eternal God is my refuge and underneath are the everlasting arms.” Then I try to give my fear to the One who can do something about it.
Challenge for Today: What if, just for today, we chose to take control of our fear instead of letting it control us?
(17-5-24)
"Realize from the beginning that you will not always understand." - #trustGodinthedark, #RitaMoritz
Isaiah 55:8 “For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither
are your ways my ways, saith the Lord.”
I was that (probably extremely annoying) child who always wanted to understand the “why” of things. Why did I need to do an assignment when I already understood the concept? Why was washing baseboards part of spring cleaning? Why couldn’t I…? Well, you get the idea.
As an adult, I still want to know the “why” of things. What’s the motive behind someone’s actions? Why would someone be purposely unkind, even cruel? Why would a spouse walk out on a marriage or kids begin to act out in destructive ways? Why would a precious, faithful Christian, who loves the Lord, have one terrible thing after another happen in their life?
I seldom have answers to those questions, and I’ve had some losses that seemed to scream the question, “Why?” The greatest of those losses was when my oldest son Buddy had a heart attack on December 19, 2016. After fighting in ICU for three days, he died. I don’t ever say, “Buddy passed.” He didn’t take a test. He died. And I was faced with the most soul-wrenching grief I’ve ever experienced in my life.
It’s important to say here “recovery” doesn’t mean you “get over” something. There are some wounds that will not heal until we pass from this life into eternity. Losing my son is one of those. Your wounds may be equally as devastating. When we experience a hurt or a loss that terrible, sometimes the best you and I can do is to learn how to walk in a world that is forever changed. That too is recovery.
Choosing a path of recovery isn’t easy, but it becomes doable if we realize from the beginning that we won’t always understand. How could we? As I stood beside my son’s bed in ICU, my mind raced with questions for which there seemed to be no answers.
Why now, when my precious prodigal had “come home?” Why now when he was doing a living amends by investing in the lives of men in early recovery? Why now when there were still so many broken relationships that needed to be healed? Why now when he was only 49 years old? As I begged God to take me instead and to let my son recover, I also asked God why He took my son in the prime of his life when his children needed him.
As the doctors and nurses tried to gently share the brutal truth that Buddy was not going to recover, I asked if perhaps they were wrong. I saw the answer in their eyes and also their sure knowledge that I didn’t understand. And how could I? How could anyone understand the death of their child? That’s not the way it’s supposed to happen.
The realization I’ve come to is that I’m not ever going to understand, and that’s ok. If I’m going to learn to walk in a world that is forever changed, if I’m to have any hope at all, it’s going to happen by accepting I will not always understand. Isaiah 55:8 says God’s ways are not our ways, and His thoughts are not our thoughts, and as simplistic as that sounds, it’s the only thing that makes sense.
Am I still grieving? Of course, I am. I will grieve the loss of my precious son for the rest of my life. And my ability to see that loss as a part of my life rather than the whole depends on the day and sometimes on the minute. I can, however, find some small measure of peace in accepting that I can’t possibly understand the ways and thoughts of God. I can only trust that He knows what He’s doing…one day, one minute at a time.
Challenge for Today: What might happen if we, just for today, accepted that we will not always understand the things that happen in our lives?
(17-5-22)
I was that (probably extremely annoying) child who always wanted to understand the “why” of things. Why did I need to do an assignment when I already understood the concept? Why was washing baseboards part of spring cleaning? Why couldn’t I…? Well, you get the idea.
As an adult, I still want to know the “why” of things. What’s the motive behind someone’s actions? Why would someone be purposely unkind, even cruel? Why would a spouse walk out on a marriage or kids begin to act out in destructive ways? Why would a precious, faithful Christian, who loves the Lord, have one terrible thing after another happen in their life?
I seldom have answers to those questions, and I’ve had some losses that seemed to scream the question, “Why?” The greatest of those losses was when my oldest son Buddy had a heart attack on December 19, 2016. After fighting in ICU for three days, he died. I don’t ever say, “Buddy passed.” He didn’t take a test. He died. And I was faced with the most soul-wrenching grief I’ve ever experienced in my life.
It’s important to say here “recovery” doesn’t mean you “get over” something. There are some wounds that will not heal until we pass from this life into eternity. Losing my son is one of those. Your wounds may be equally as devastating. When we experience a hurt or a loss that terrible, sometimes the best you and I can do is to learn how to walk in a world that is forever changed. That too is recovery.
Choosing a path of recovery isn’t easy, but it becomes doable if we realize from the beginning that we won’t always understand. How could we? As I stood beside my son’s bed in ICU, my mind raced with questions for which there seemed to be no answers.
Why now, when my precious prodigal had “come home?” Why now when he was doing a living amends by investing in the lives of men in early recovery? Why now when there were still so many broken relationships that needed to be healed? Why now when he was only 49 years old? As I begged God to take me instead and to let my son recover, I also asked God why He took my son in the prime of his life when his children needed him.
As the doctors and nurses tried to gently share the brutal truth that Buddy was not going to recover, I asked if perhaps they were wrong. I saw the answer in their eyes and also their sure knowledge that I didn’t understand. And how could I? How could anyone understand the death of their child? That’s not the way it’s supposed to happen.
The realization I’ve come to is that I’m not ever going to understand, and that’s ok. If I’m going to learn to walk in a world that is forever changed, if I’m to have any hope at all, it’s going to happen by accepting I will not always understand. Isaiah 55:8 says God’s ways are not our ways, and His thoughts are not our thoughts, and as simplistic as that sounds, it’s the only thing that makes sense.
Am I still grieving? Of course, I am. I will grieve the loss of my precious son for the rest of my life. And my ability to see that loss as a part of my life rather than the whole depends on the day and sometimes on the minute. I can, however, find some small measure of peace in accepting that I can’t possibly understand the ways and thoughts of God. I can only trust that He knows what He’s doing…one day, one minute at a time.
Challenge for Today: What might happen if we, just for today, accepted that we will not always understand the things that happen in our lives?
(17-5-22)
"Determine from the beginning that you will not quit!" - #dontgiveup, #trustGodinthevalley, RitaMoritz
1 Corinthians 16:13 “Be on your guard; stand firm in the
faith; be courageous; be strong.”
Before we begin to look at recovery together, it’s important to lay the foundation we’re going to build on. That foundation for me is that I will not quit, and it’s written in stone. Several years ago, I did exactly that…quit, I mean. And it took me places I don’t ever want to go again. I wrote about that journey in the chapter “Rita Came Home” in my book, So You Love a Prodigal. Believe me when I tell you quitting will also take you places you’ll wish you hadn’t gone.
It was a long way back from that “far country,” and I determined, by the grace of God, I would never give up or quit on God again regardless of what happened in my life. That resolve was put to the ultimate test on December 19, 2016, when I received a phone call telling me my oldest son Buddy had suffered a heart attack and was in ICU on life support.
I only thought I knew what it meant to pray fervently before that day. However, it took on a new meaning as I begged God for my son’s life in a way I had never prayed for anything before. And when I knew God’s answer was, “No,” and my son was going to die, I began to pray with the same fervency that God would only help me to be faithful. I had quit once before and walked away from the Lord, and my greatest fear was I might walk away again. In that moment, like Job, I determined in my heart that, “though he slay me, yet will I hope in him.” (Job 13:15)
It doesn’t mean my heart wasn’t broken. It was, and it still is. Losing a child isn’t something you “get over.” I’m learning the best I can do is try to adjust to a world that is forever changed. I don’t understand it…how could I? However, faced with the choice of trusting my God in the dark or raging against my fate, I will choose to trust Him.
Recovery means finding our way back to a “normal” state. And that includes both physically and mentally. Some synonyms include “reclaim,” “win back,” and “compensate.” Many of those words suggest action, and we’ll be looking at some actions we can take on our own road to recovery. But it has to start with the right foundation.
You see, the bottom line is that God is either everything or He is nothing…there’s no in between. If He’s nothing, we might as well quit because there’s no hope for us. But if He’s everything, then we can trust Him even when we don’t like the answer, and everything within us is screaming, “This can’t possibly be God’s will.” Even then…maybe especially then, we need to have a heart that trusts Him enough to determine that we will not quit.
Challenge for Today: What might happen if we, just for today, began our recovery on the firm foundation of refusing to quit?
(17-5-19)
Before we begin to look at recovery together, it’s important to lay the foundation we’re going to build on. That foundation for me is that I will not quit, and it’s written in stone. Several years ago, I did exactly that…quit, I mean. And it took me places I don’t ever want to go again. I wrote about that journey in the chapter “Rita Came Home” in my book, So You Love a Prodigal. Believe me when I tell you quitting will also take you places you’ll wish you hadn’t gone.
It was a long way back from that “far country,” and I determined, by the grace of God, I would never give up or quit on God again regardless of what happened in my life. That resolve was put to the ultimate test on December 19, 2016, when I received a phone call telling me my oldest son Buddy had suffered a heart attack and was in ICU on life support.
I only thought I knew what it meant to pray fervently before that day. However, it took on a new meaning as I begged God for my son’s life in a way I had never prayed for anything before. And when I knew God’s answer was, “No,” and my son was going to die, I began to pray with the same fervency that God would only help me to be faithful. I had quit once before and walked away from the Lord, and my greatest fear was I might walk away again. In that moment, like Job, I determined in my heart that, “though he slay me, yet will I hope in him.” (Job 13:15)
It doesn’t mean my heart wasn’t broken. It was, and it still is. Losing a child isn’t something you “get over.” I’m learning the best I can do is try to adjust to a world that is forever changed. I don’t understand it…how could I? However, faced with the choice of trusting my God in the dark or raging against my fate, I will choose to trust Him.
Recovery means finding our way back to a “normal” state. And that includes both physically and mentally. Some synonyms include “reclaim,” “win back,” and “compensate.” Many of those words suggest action, and we’ll be looking at some actions we can take on our own road to recovery. But it has to start with the right foundation.
You see, the bottom line is that God is either everything or He is nothing…there’s no in between. If He’s nothing, we might as well quit because there’s no hope for us. But if He’s everything, then we can trust Him even when we don’t like the answer, and everything within us is screaming, “This can’t possibly be God’s will.” Even then…maybe especially then, we need to have a heart that trusts Him enough to determine that we will not quit.
Challenge for Today: What might happen if we, just for today, began our recovery on the firm foundation of refusing to quit?
(17-5-19)
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