Just call me Jillian
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Kenosis
November 2012:
KENOSIS (Ki-Noh-Sis) - meaning "to empty".... The last few months have been hard. And that is putting it very simply. My world has been rocked. And I don't mean in a good way. In fact, I find myself staring down the black hole of depression again. It hasn't completely taken hold, but it has come like a cloak and rested its heavy weight upon my shoulders. The good news is that I am finding moments where I can shrug it off. At this point depression has not gained the upper hand and I am able to resist the pull of its evil vortex that wants to suck me into the world where I believe I am all alone. Unfortunately, the voice of reason (I am not all alone) is more often drowned out by the emotions(I am all alone). There is also great comfort and strength in writing these things down. Somehow it helps to dispel the fear that I may once again go to that place where I can't catch my breath or see the forest for the trees. Confessing the fact that I currently have days where I feel lost in a sea of blackness is akin to raising a white flag in surrender to my pride. But pride has never served me well. If eating a piece of humble pie allows me to see a shaft of light coming through the darkness then hand over the fork
The truth is that in the depths of my heart I know WHY the depression comes this time of year. It is directly related to the start of abuse that occurred in my life. Last year the depression was challenging, but this year seems to be darker than normal. These days it is directly related to the ages of my children and in this knowledge I am obsessively aware of TIME. This obsession causes me to recognize the literal ticking of the clock. Yes, the clock on the wall, but even more so the clock of my life, the clock of minutes and hours that can never be lived again and turn into days, weeks, months, years all rushing by at a dizzying speed. The fact that I can't ever go back in time and take these moments captive, do not have the power to change them, is somewhat driving me insane. This rapid passing of time reminds me of the water that rushes through my fingers every time I turn on the faucet to wash my hands. It is way. too. fast. There is an urgency inside my spirit that births anxiety and the overwhelming desire to STOP THE TIME!!! I know that I must rely on Jesus to bring His peace and calm my restless spirit. There is truly nothing I can do to keep my children from the growth away from me that seems to occur at such a break neck speed. It is inevitable. I know rationally I must find the positive, the gift, the goodness in my children moving "out" from me, away from me to be their own person. I know this is the way it is supposed to be, the way I will measure my merit as a mom is in their independence. But today I am a screaming toddler throwing a GIGANTIC tantrum! I DO NOT want to let go! Can't I just keep them little forever? Because this struggle is directly connected to the chronological ages of my children the time has come, dear reader, for me to make that connection in writing so that I can hopefully move on from this place of anxiety. I must move on because after all isn't time precious? Don't I want every minute with my loved ones to count? Yes, a million times yes! So, here's the deal, my daughters and my son are at the same exact age where profoundly painful things happened in my life. Just seeing that written out in black and white makes my heart drop. Because I remember 8, 10, and 13 in vivid colors, smells, and emotions that make me want to go crawl into my bed, pull the covers over my head and never come up for air. I will spare details, but I do believe that this overwhelming desire to STOP TIME has much to do with wanting to go back and fix the little girl in me. I know that my three blessings are experiencing a completely different life than I did, I know that my projection of pain onto their childhood is not helpful. In fact, for the most part I can stop this projection and see them and their experiences for what they are, not for what I walked through. But, I am a work in progress. My hope, my prayer, is that in time this will get easier. Most of all, I am grateful that despite these dark valleys I have learned that when I take the hand of Jesus He leads me to the mountain top. And, ironically, this exploration of my feelings through writing took nothing other than TIME! And, dear reader, your time as well. Thank you for spending it with me.
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Monday, November 19, 2012
Been too long
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
My New Normal
Sometimes I like my new normal and other times it just really sucks. I know those words lack eloquence, but any other way too describe it presently eludes me. I perused my last blog entry and it made me wonder at how I came to that peaceful place on that particular day. I do recall that my new normal brings me coziness that I can wrap around me like a warm, fuzzy blanket on a cold winter's day. But, today is a different day. Today I am cynical about the idea of "freedom" from the past. If I could only package the clarity I had on that day into the form of a pill that I could take on those other days, days like today, when I question everything about everything in my new normal. Yes, it is true that there is a tremendous sense of calm that comes with setting boundaries. This peaceful spot of NOT getting entagled with the chaos and confusion of my old family system is only one side of the coin. And on the other side is loss. It is the Yin in my Yang.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
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The pain is palpable
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Thursday, March 31, 2011
Just to be me....
I made a promise to my G-girl. What was I ever thinking? She knew of my secret desire to be pierced and so she challenged me. She asked that I get pierced for her if she successfully completed her time at the ranch where she willingly submitted herself to a season of discipline and self reflection in Februrary of 2010. On June 11th, 2010 she had accomplished this. And now 9 months later, I have finally made good on that promise. There were so many reasons that held me back from doing this sooner. The first being the thought that I am getting too old and the second that it goes against all the "conservative christian" arguments in my head. What would my fellow christian's think of me? I was always taught that those who were tatooed and pierced AFTER knowing Jesus weren't acting very christian. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. What was I to do? I wrestled with the desire to be true to my word and fulfill my promise. Wondering if perhaps this action could allow me to be a vessel of the transforming love of Jesus? If I kept my promise perhaps I could give my G-girl just a sliver of a glimpse of His great love for her. Little did I know how much it would allow me to experience this same love again. Being taught that tatooing and piercing was wrong always troubled me. I was born a very creative and expressive person. I thoroughly enjoy expressing my faith through writing, music, dance, and even creating art for my home in the form of curtains, bed spreads, and even the colors I paint my walls. All of these things have GREAT thought behind them. They are an offering of worship, an expression of love experienced by Him and flowing out to others. And I also believe that God, being my creator, is the one who made me like this. And being this way leads me to experience God in very non traditional ways. Do I enjoy going to church to rub elbows with fellow believers? Absolutely! But, in all honesty the times I truly feel the closest to the Lover of my soul is when I am doing all the artsy things He created me to do. Being of the artistic persuasion also means that I see things in rich colors and feelings. I feel the most ALIVE and loved by God when I am expressing myself in an artistic way. Now, what's even weirder is that I actually feel the closest to his love for me when I am in physical and emotional pain. In those moments of agony I am broken and more open to hear from him than at any other time. I am sure some of you are thinking I may need to be committed after this confession, but I am nothing but authentic on this blog of mine. So, in pondering this promise to be pierced I sought God. I prayed and read the scripture and here is what I was led to over and over again; "Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends" - John 15:13, New International Version, ©2011)'>John 15:13John 15:13, New International Version, ©2011)'> O.K., so I wasn't going to be laying my life down, but in keeping my promise to be pierced maybe I was being given an opportunity to give Gretchen a sliver of a glimpse of that great love. And so I did it! And, being the person that he created me to be, it was for me a spiritual experience. The moment I sat on the stool to be pierced and closed my physical eyes, my heart's eyes were opened. Before me was the broken body of my Savior and mere seconds later as the needle pierced my skin I heard "a promise is sacred". At that moment of intense pain I did cry but the pain was only a fraction of the reason for my tears, for when the needle punctured through my skin I saw written in red these words from Isaiah about the Lover of my Soul, "But he was pierced for our transgressions,he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed." Isaiah 53:5, New International Version, ©2011)'>Isaiah 53:5. As I felt the needle going through I was shattered by the realization that my miniscule act of love by keeping a promise, was grossly inadequate to what my Jesus did for me. This moment of physical pain resulted in the warmth of the great wave of love "crashing" down upon my head and spilling down, down, down into my whole being. This piercing experience has given me much to ponder and I anticpate will be the catalyst for great discussion with my God in the months to come. Dear Reader, may you know the depth, heigth, width, and breadth of his love for you. For when you do it will change your life.
Being the artsy person that God created me to be I have penned the following song :
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No greater act of love is found
Nothing else makes the world go round, round, round
But love, love, love
Love makes the world go round
The world’s confused by his action
That He laid down his life,
but still he is hated
How can I fear that I’ll ever offend,
To not proclaim the love of my best friend?
So now I’ll shout it from the mountain tops
Chorus -
His blood flowed down
His blood flowed down
From the thorns on his crown
It flowed love, grace and freedom
If love His love were a color it could never be painted
You can try to cover it up, make it prettier than it was, You can try to shut up His love
But his blood will cry out
His blood flowed down
His blood flowed down
From the thorns on his crown
So many things to distract me
that take my eyes from the Prince of Peace
Who gazes on me with perfect love
He sees my heart and all my transgressions
Every sin that I've committed
He even sees the way's I've been mistreated
My shattered heart and broken dreams
Common sense says walk away
If God is love, why the pain?
Chorus
His blood cries out to the poor, the rich
His blood cries out to the beautiful, the down trodden
It can never be silenced
He came to seek and save what was lost
OH, you can never shut his blood up
You can never stop his love
His love flowed down
His love flowed down
from the thorns on His crown
It flowed love, grace and freedom
If His love were a color it could never be painted
You can try to cover it up, make it prettier than it was, you can try to shut up his love
But his love will cry out,
His love flowed down
His love flowed down
from the thorns on his crown.