WHAT DO YOU WANT?
I have been hurting very badly the past few days. And I am torn about sharing how much I am hurting. For me, to write things out helps, and part of me is thinking of going to a physical journal. I have been treating this one as a personal/physical journal. And you will notice that sometimes I am more upbeat than other times. Right now I am near tears and have been for several days.
I do not seek to wallow in self-pity, or to just sit and moan, but I will write out what is hurting and why. Just because I am hurting does not mean that I am not also giving out good to others, reaching out to others, seeking God, reading His Word, studying and being a wife and mom. But I can do all that and still hurt, still wonder, still doubt.
I guess the biggest thing for me is that in the midst of this hurt instead of striking out at God, raging at God, running away from God, I am staying with God, asking the hard questions, struggling, seeking. I am also making sure I let God know what I am thankful for, making sure that I am honest with God. Oh, I could say all the right words and fool people, but I couldn’t fool God. So I choose to be honest about feelings, doubts, fears and hurts. That does not mean that I also do not worship God and believe in God for some things.
Last Tues. at Bible study a woman came up to our pastor and asked him to pray for her as she had hurt her back with a misstep on the ice. Our church is spirit-filled and there have been wonderful healings in the church and deliverance as well. Our pastor spent time praying with her and she left the church walking to the Glory of God.
He then spent time talking about healing with us. One point he made is that when you pray for someone to heal you need a point of contact. Jesus would establish points of contact in various ways depending on the situation. Some are so faith-filled that it would be like the Centurian, the faith of the person. Some He touched, or used spittal, or forgave sins, or the woman who touched the edge of his garment. Our pastor said that when you pray with someone you have to find out what they can believe for.
He gave the example of his wife, when she was a new believer and going into surgery, she could not believe for total healing, but she could believe for quick recovery and freedom from pain, so that was what he prayed for and with her. She could grasp that. Today she would have faith for total healing.
Some can believe for instantaneous healing, and you can pray that.
He said that faith develops over time and experience, and after awhile you can transfer faith from one area to another area in your life. Many people have salvation faith, but not instantaneous healing faith. Some have faith for healing of hurt limbs, but not faith for hurt minds. We have to develop that seed of faith that we are given, and stretch it, but the most effective prayer is the prayer of agreement.
Probably this teaching will be lambasted by some. B ut right now I have perservence faith, faith that I will stick with God, faith that I will keep searching and faith that one day there will be an answer. I do not yet have faith to leave all the past behind.
For those who do not know much about what I am dealing with I want to say that I am not seeking the past, but the feelings and memories are becoming linked together, and I am feeling what I never felt back then. It is incredibly painful to go through that, and yet I think that the end result will be good. As a kid to show a feeling would have literally cost me my life, and so I pushed all feelings down. I could be beaten, raped, or hurt and did not feel emotions about it at all. The emotions would have torn me apart. My pastor said that God is now allowing the feelings to come up because I am saved and in a safe place to deal with them. I cannot keep them down, and I think it would not be wise to just push them aside and say they are the past. I think if I do not deal with them, they will keep coming up and up and up.
Now the difference is that in the midst of all of this I am seeking God. Before I never gave God the time of day. During a Beth Moore Bible study, I was asked to write a letter to God about what do I want. I wrote a letter, and a while ago shared it. I have brought the letter forward now to remind myself of what I wrote, and to share it. Please know that I am trying to get through this stuff quickly, I do not plan to camp out in this valley forever, but I do feel that I have to go through it. And for the time being I will keep writing here.
Dear Jesus,
What do you want? Beth says to write you a letter detailing what I want to you. I guess the first thing I want to know is if that is the truth, that you desire to give each and everyone our wants. I could see you giving us our needs, but we as humans seem to be insatiable in our wants. Would that not spoil us as children?
I want a loving family. The teenage years are shaking that veneer of love. My two sons are like boxers in a ring, hating each other, trying to provoke the other one in anger. I am constantly trying to sort things out. Every now and then they do something foolish and I have to deal with it with my friends and acquaintances. At times it just isn’t fun to be a mother. And Jim, at times, does not take the role of responsible father, so I am always coming across as the heavy, hated by all for doing what a loving parent has to do. Just once I would like peace to reign in our house for a season. A calm between the storms. I want them to recognize that I act out of love and bend over backwards to give them the loving home I never had.
I want to know the real purpose behind the past that I had. How much did you allow and why? I really resent having so much pain and hurt. Why couldn’t I have been brought up in a loving Godly home? Did you hate me so very much? Why didn’t you answer my first real despairing prayer to you? How could you not stop him from hurting me? It is well and good that this wretched past is put to good use, and I see that people like Beth Moore used their painful pasts to help others but there is a little girl inside of me that wants to ask you, “Don’t you love me?” Because frankly, if you really loved me you would have stopped them from hurting me so badly.
I want to see just where you were in my past. I truthfully cannot find you there. Of course, I shut you out from the age of eight on because you didn’t take care of me. But you are supposedly an all-powerful God. Didn’t you care that the walls were really being built up so high? It would have been easier to tear them down early on. It is hard to see that there seems to be a pattern of abuse and neglect by even one I am supposed to call abba Father. What kind of father abandons a child he loves? Who doesn’t stand up and protect her? What kind of God?
I wish I could get over this anger at you but there is a sense of betrayal. I see so many hurts from the sins I committed that trace their origins to this betrayal. Oh , I can’t excuse my actions and choices by pinning them on my past, but when my innocence was destroyed it made me wonder if there was any good in me at all.
I want to know why my parents did not love me. Was it something in me that is innately unlovable? So if they couldn’t love me, how can I even believe you could love me? Maybe you could muster up some pity and affection for a freak, but do I deserve real love from you or anyone?
God, you have given me life. I exist because of you, but I do not live life to its fullest. Life is something I never embraced. I went through life trying not to be noticed, hiding, and quite frankly a good portion of my life I spent trying not to live, to kill myself. Even to this day I see life as existence, not something to be fully embraced and enjoyed. Is there meant to be joy for me in this life?
I look at so many around me who seem to have genuine relationships with you. Who bask in the glow of your love, claim to freely go to you with problems. See you as so real and vital to their lives. I see myself as spiritually autistic. I do not fully reach out to you. I am afraid of you, yet long for your love. Your abandonment of me as a child (or at least my perception of your abandonment) makes me doubt my relationship with you. I don’t know if you will really be there if I reach out to you. I am afraid to test you to see if you will be there. I am paralyzed with fear.
Inside me is a little child that never had a chance to live. A part of me wants you to come and nurture that child, grow her up, give her security and peace. But frankly, I fight to keep her safe. To reach out to you and have you not answer would kill that child. Would you answer if I reached out? I want to know for sure.
Please know that I am being honest. I mean you no disrespect, but am honestly sharing my fears. A relationship has to be based on honesty. I do respect you and am so thankful that you saved me from my sins. I guess I want more though. Oh how I long to feel the realness of your presence, a sense that you would be there for me, on my side, fighting my battles.
I also want to know what you want me to do with the rest of my life. I feel so much was squandered by my rebellion and the 40 years in the wilderness. Do you hate me for all that rebellion? Can it be put to use?
Dear Jesus, I guess this all could be summed up in the word love. I want to learn to love you, and to feel that you love me. I need to have the damage repaired inside to make this even remotely feasible. And from a childish point of view, I want to know, do you love me? can you love me? I look at myself in the mirror and I don’t see anything worth loving and I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t love me. I sure spent many years hating you. Jesus, please just let me now where I stand with you. If there is any hope or should I cash my chips in now.
I am hurting right now. Maybe this is not the time to write this letter. No matter what, I have grown to learn to love you and I pray that you love me.
Heather