Not a Permanent Crazy

I haven't gone to bed yet. Late nights tend to be a thing with me when I'm not well. I guess this is what I'll call it, "not well." I've been in my right mind and I've been lost in the darkness of memories, depression, and numbness. This feeling is temporary. Satan tries and tries to convince me that it's permanent, but Jesus always carries me through the dark places back to the light. I'm so convinced of the darkness when I'm in it. When I am myself again, when I can see clearly again, I'm always amazed at how I believed lies and felt so alone. So I'm going to walk on water, walk by faith. It must take a lot of faith for a physically blind person to walk. I think, in some way, I can understand that. I'm blind right now, emotionally/psychologically. I can't see the truth that I stand on, but I still trust it. I choose it. If Peter had been blind when Jesus called him out on the water, by faith Peter would still have walked on water. He might have even walked further than he did because, being blind, he wouldn't have taken his eyes off Jesus to look at the waves. Maybe Jesus is teaching me to not put my trust in understanding the truth, but to put my trust in the One who is the Truth. When I was younger I coped with things by trying to always understand them. I wasn't always successful, but I was adamant about finding patterns and meanings in things. Maybe that's part of the trying to understand how the people who are supposed to protect you hurt you instead. I don't know. These days I tend to trust Jesus more and my understanding less. It's like the verse finally got from my head to my heart: "Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding." I don't know exactly where that verse is in the Bible. I think it's in Proverbs. Sometimes I'm delighted to find that scripture is in my heart before it's in my head. I don't always know where to locate the verses, but I know it's in the Bible and I can always look it up and there it is, word for word what was in my heart. This happened once in the middle of a Wednesday night church service. I went to the church across the road from my house for Wednesday nights. Our youth leader was teaching and he had all us teenagers in the front row of the church instead of our usual back pew. He was talking about a verse of scripture that showed us that Jesus turns our bad circumstances into good things. I was a shy kid, I rarely ever spoke in front of a lot of people. He wanted someone to speak up and tell him the verse. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I had the words of the verse in my heart. Then something interesting happened. I raised my hand. He pointed to me, and I said "Romans 8:28!" I hadn't memorized that verse beforehand. It must have been Jesus who put the knowledge of book, chapter, and verse in my head. Ever since then, He has revealed to me and expanded what that verse means. It has become my life verse. It goes like this: "For we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, who are called according to His purpose." It means that He blesses me with good things, and He causes the bad that happens in my life to turn around and bless me as well. He turns tragedy into victory and pain into joy. I can't lose! The good blesses me and the bad becomes good that blesses me! Isn't God amazing? He blows my mind all the time and I just can't help but fall more and more in love with Him the longer I walk with Him. If anyone reading this is interested in knowing the God I know, please ask me about Him. I'd love to tell you more. Thanks for reading :)

Back Again

Wow, so it's been a very long time since I posted. Pretty sure I said that last time I posted as well lol. I knew when I started this blog that I wouldn't be any sort of consistent with posting because that just seems to be against my personality and life. I really admire the people that can stick to a blog and post regularly over the months and years, I'm just not one of them lol.

Anyway, what's been going on in my life right now? Well, a lot and not a lot. I'm currently averaging only 8 hours of work a week at my job. That's kinda good and kinda bad. I need the hours because I need the money for rent and essentials. But, on the other hand, there's a lot of blaming and negativity and backstabbing and unfairness that goes on at work, so I'm more emotionally healthy when I'm not at work. I guess it's back to looking for employment *sign*

My health, well, it's taken another turn for the worse. This time its my knees that are affected. I'm seeing several doctors and having several tests done but the only concrete explanation I have right now is that my knee caps, for some unknown reason, have shifted slightly and are no longer in the right positions. That causes them to rub the cartilage the wrong way and wear away valuable cushioning. I'm glad the doctor found that early.

When it comes to my healing from abuse I've made huge strides. God has used several different people to show me His love and nurturing and protection. I've healed so much since my last several posts. I'm in a much healthier place and can now catch glimpses of how God sees me. Those glimpses are wonderful and so different from the lies I've believed my whole life. I don't see them all the time, but I hope someday soon I won't struggle to know the truth and accept it. Some of the things I glimpse during these times is that I'm loved. That God loves me and other people love me. That was such a hard concept to grasp before and it's still not easy for me to understand. I also see that I deserve protection. This one has been a tough one because I went through abuse believing it was my fault and therefore I deserved what I got. Its taken some hard work and convincing by friends that me deserving abuse is far far far from the truth. One of the best illustrations a friend gave me was asking me to think about my future children. Now, if someone hurt my children, would they deserve it. If their situation was exactly as mine had been, would they deserve it? NO! One huge lie that I've been fighting and losing against for many years is the lie that I'm dirty. I believed when I was little that since my abuser touched me in places he wasn't supposed to that it made me dirty. I thought I was contaminated and ruined. Now sometimes I can see what my friends keep telling me is true, that I'm clean. The abuse didn't make me dirty, it hurt me, but it didn't change who I am. Along with this truth I've come to catch glimpses of another truth, that I'm innocent. I've felt guilty for being abused for years. I know that statement may be hard to understand, but I felt wrong and bad about what my abuser was doing to me. I felt that it must be my fault that it was happening. There's a lot of psychology that goes into such a misattribution of guilt and fault. I was young and couldn't take care of myself. My abuser was sometimes my babysitter and, anyway, he was always around, a constant presence in my life. My mind couldn't take in that I couldn't escape the abuse. Can you imagine a child's mind absorbing the fact that nothing they can do can keep them from being molested and raped and hit? Therefore I came up with the belief that I was causing the abuse and must have somehow wanted it. I never wanted it. I was terrified when it was happening. I was confused and hurt. I didn't know what to do and there was nothing I could do. Even this explanation is helping me see the truth more clearly that I am innocent. My abuser did something wrong to me; I didn't do anything wrong. I was a victim, not a participant.

I'm opening up more now and trusting and believing the truth. It's that wonderful part of healing when, after you're about to give up hope that you'll ever be okay again, you suddenly see the light and a ton a progress comes so fast that it makes you dizzy. I can see so much more clearly now. I can go back and read messages and comments from years ago (changed to timeline profile on facebook lol) and they make so much more sense. I can read them and see that the person who wrote it really did care and wasn't just being nice. I could honestly see the love and concern where I was numb and couldn't see anything but a sense of obligation and doing the right thing before. This is truly awesome!!! There were people there for me when I didn't even realize anyone cared.

I don't how often I'll be posting, but I just wanted to start up again. I love keeping a blog, I'm just not very good at keeping it up to date when life gets hard and it feels like my PTSD takes over. Thanks for reading :)

Simply Life by Faith

-J