My Prayer to Make a Real Difference

This came up in my memory feed this morning from a page I don't work with anymore, don't have time. I still pray this, though, as a writer and a person, because when you are on top of the mountain or feeling fierce or walking on water, there are innumerable memes on FB to speak to that. There are untold quotes calling forth the warriors and the lionesses and the lions, but when you feel broken beyond words and you are battered beyond beliefa and the blood and bruises cover your body and all you can do is kneel in the mud of your life and hope the King comes soon because without Him, you are never getting out....and the vicoes tell you to pray harder, believe more, read the Bible longer, or just do something else...there needs to be a voice that says, "Yeah, I've been in your hell. I've been face down on the battlefield shocked at how much I could hurt and still breathe. I know what it is like to see the impossible all around you when you can't get to your knees, little less to the victory line. I know where you are, and I'm here to tell you, it is not hopeless. I am here to remind you to breathe. I am here to remind you that God is still restoring lives and still working the impossible and still shattering dark with blazing light and still showing up when you least deserve it and still loving you and believing in you when you can't believe how hard you've fallen or how faithless you feel. The King has not forgotten you. Don't give up on the King."

 

I pray to God to be that voice.

 

My prayer from two years ago...

 

Dear God,

Give me the courage to be real.

To be real about my heart.

To be real about the hard.

To be real about the victories.

To be real when I'm on my knees, bleeding wondering when you are going to save the day.

To be real when the answer comes that could only be from your hand because it would be impossible otherwise.

To be real with my questions.

To be real about what I know.

To be real in my faith.

To really live with fierce passion for you.

 

--Jerri L. Kelley--

On the Road to Hope with Miss Daisy

Dear Fallon,

Today I watched Driving Miss Daisy with the kids. It is one of our all time favorites.

It's the craziest kind of movie. It can terrify you so much you never want to marry or settle you down to your soul and pour courage you thought long gone and makes you sure marriage is a beautiful thing and you can really do this.

Of course, Miss Daisy and Hoke never marry, and yet, they kind of do, and in their never made official marriage, I find my fears and my hopes of ever trying such a thing again.

My fear are the differences, and my lands, don't they have enough to work with. Differences can create chasms and build walls and create their own miserable environment. Sort of like the flu bug that invades our bodies and makes us hate being alive at moments. But despite the differences, they found common ground, and I know, one could argue that they didn't exactly have a choice because Boolie wasn't going to let the situation go. Except they did have a choice. They could have chosen to be arrogant toward one another. They could have chosen to judge each other and see each other through preconceptions, like Miss Daisy did when Hoke ate the salmon, but instead, they learned to grow and understand. They accepted and acclimated.

Last week I wrote an essay about the fruit of the Spirit. Forbearance is the one fruit no one wants to pray for. I think it's because it demands so much change from ourselves. It demands that we understand where someone is and who they are and maybe why. It demands that we consider the possibility we are the ones who are wrong and are in fact, the grating part and we may be in the process of changing and the better version of ourselves. Forbearance isn't just tolerance. It's an active effort to demonstrate love despite any affliction we feel.

The truth is neither Miss Daisy nor Hoke changed a lot, not in general expression. Miss Daisy was still the blunt-speaking woman at the end she had been throughout the movie. She still had her opinions on how things should be, and she didn't mind telling folks. Except, she had changed. She had become appreciative and deeply grateful. Instead of keeping walls up, she ventured into his world, and she let him into hers. They made the vegetable garden like he had suggested, and when he offered to pick up the spoon to feed her pie, she didn't refuse or fuss. She moved her hand and let him feed her.

And he did.

He was no longer just a man trying to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. He wasn't just a driver tolerating the woman he had been hired to tend. He was the man who tried to find the door into her pain by sharing about his friend's dad being lynched as she grappled with Temple being bombed. He was the man who could have stayed home in the ice storm but instead brought her coffee because he knew her routine, and when she said, "There's nothing to do but keep me company," he smiled and said he would start a fire. Obviously her company was what he wanted anyway.

This is the man who had no fear about getting in her face when she had a break in faculties and couldn't find the papers for her students, the man who, instead of trying to coddle her, put a finger in her face and told her to pull herself together because he knew she had it in her to pull it together. Yeah, he had a job to lose if she didn't, but I think he was far more concerned about his friend than his job.

Interestingly, that is when she looked at him and said, "Hoke, you're my best friend."

And there you go. My hope.

After the things my husband said when he told me he wanted a divorce, I went through a period when I hoped for someone who thought I was perfect, but I don't hope for that anymore. Perfection is a prison because it doesn't allow for change or growth for either person. It's a lie of security that really just suffocates.

Now I hope for more. I hope for the differences and the forbearance to weather them. I hope for the determination to understand, accept, and acclimate. I hope for someone to find his way into my pain when I can't find my way out, and I hope he thinks the silly things are the endearing things. My hope of someone patient knowing I'm changing too and rough places are being smoothed, someone who knows when to tell me to step up and knows when I can't. Someone who thinks my company is enough.

Like I said, I know they were not married, and the cynics will say a marriage couldn't have survived such an environment, but a marriage has to survive that kind of environment or it will develop into that environment or worse. If two people don't respect, accept, and acclimate, they will grow intolerant. If they don't choose to find a way in, they will ultimately look for a way out. If the silly things aren't endearing, they will become irritating. If someone's company isn't enough, they will never be able to do enough to be the company you want.

People make the mistake of thinking love is something you feel. It's not. It's choosing to live a certain way.

Choosing to love more abundantly,

Me

Living the Dream

I'm in my mid-40s. Failed marriage. Failed divorce. It ended abruptly when my husband died of a massive heart attack. Nearly 20 years simply trying to be a good wife. Now I have nearly 20 years of being a mom under my belt, and I'm doing that by myself. 

This is not what I had planned.

That may shock you, but it is true.

I really had a very different plan, and now, none of it applies. Some things really are too far gone.

It can be easy to get stuck there--in the too far gone. Things that could have been if I had only made a different decision somewhere along the path. It's easy to get bogged down in self-hatred because I did this. I made the choices that led to here. It's easy to drown in words like "forfeited" and "blew it". It's easy to be so fixated on what didn't happen that we never turn our eyes to what can happen. It's easy to be so lost in our limitations that we don't anchor our hope in God's UN-limitations. We get tunnel-vision on the closed doors and miss the ones standing open right beside us.

Believe me, I've battled that middle-age, not-as-fit-as-you-used-to-be, you-must-be-crazy-for-thinking-that, no-one-will-take-you-seriously, time-to-accept-and-settle mentality.

But here is the thing, it's a mindset. Nothing more. It isn't a law set in stone. It isn't truth declared in the heavenlies. It's a self-perception, not a God-perception.

See, God is the Alpha and Omega. He doesn't control time. He IS time. When He wants to do something fun, it isn't a person age that will stop Him. It is their attitude.

For example, Caleb in the Bible. He walked into the Promised Land with 11 other guys, saw the wonder of it, and went back and said, "We can do this!" Because of 10 men with an all-about-me-and-my-power attitudes, Caleb and his buddy Joshua ended up spending 40 years wandering around a desert. Joshua ends up taking over the leadership role of the nation, and Caleb takes down any enemy that comes at him. At one point, he goes to Joshua and says, "I want this particular mountain right here."

Joshua says, "You know, there are some folks there who won't want to give that mountain up, and they are pretty stout fighters."

Caleb looks Joshua in the eyes and with a spirit unlike the other men says, "This is what I know, Joshua. I know I wanted that mountain 40 years ago. I know I'm just as strong and able as I was then. I know I'm 80, but I know my age isn't the defining quality of me. My God is, and I know He has told me that is my inheritance, and I know if I got against those warriors, I'll get that mountain. I know I cannot lose and will not lose because I know God's promises never fail."

Joshua isn't remotely surprised, but he has to smile. He knows this man. He knows his spirit. He knows he will take that mountain. "Then God be with you."

And Caleb, at the over-the-hill age of 80, marches his family right to that mountain, right into war with its inhabitants, right over their dead bodies, and right to the top where he gets the promise God gave him 40 years ago...when it made sense, when it was feasible, when he wasn't too old for it to be too far gone, but here he is, "old", and it is right in the palm of his hand.

As I write this, I am trying to take a break from all that is rolling through my head. I am trying not to think about all of, except all I keep thinking is really how utterly amazing it is.

When I graduated high school, I wanted to be one of three things: a basketball coach, military strategist, a sniper. I know that last one sounds wacked out, but it wasn't about killing. In truth, they were all three the same career in different venues. They were all about studying the opponent, figuring out the strengths and weaknesses, and determining a strategy that utilized my strengths to overcome their weaknesses.

I didn't get any of them.

As for the military, I really considered the Army until I met the Marine Corps and fell in love. Instead of going into the military, I went in for knee surgery. The surgery ultimately saved me from a knee replacement, but I lost basketball, the military, and any career that required a physical test to pass it, so even police academy with the possibility of sniper school wasn't an option.

When I decided to marry a man, I gave up the hope of coaching basketball. I knew my intensity, and I knew I had to choose because I couldn't be married to both.

So I finished college with a degree that was useless by itself but a foundation for a counseling degree or a program in ministry. I could still work with people, help them walk out of lives that kept them prisoner, and equip them to build lives they wanted.

And then everything went wrong, and I ended up on the other side the life I never expected in the dust of dreams I once had wondering what now.

What now was the belief that I'm still here and God still has a purpose that is bigger than any human's words or actions, and I wouldn't settle for anything less.

So I made a list of what I would have done if I could have, and then I started doing them, and the craziest thing.

I took a class with a police chief who helped me with a manuscript I'm working on, and he connected me with a firearms trainer who spent a few hours with me, and without knowing my story, said, "I think you would be perfect for long range precision rifle competition." I had only shot a rifle half a dozen times. He didn't care. If I wanted to learn, he'd teach me, and the most God-only road opened up. I'll be sure and post pictures of my first competition.

I became an NRA instructor for their Refuse to be a Victim class and realized it doesn't really address the special situation of women who are stalked or are daring to live beyond domestic abuse, so I let the two years pass and let the certification lapse, and now I teach Personal Protection without a Firearm classes, not just for victims of violence but anyone who wants to learn some simple ways to protect themselves.

While the time was passing and the healing was happening, I was journaling, and all that journaling has become two of my favorite classes to teach:

-Life Undaunted, Living Intentionally. A great life doesn't just happen. It's built. In my Living Intentionally class, I teach the principles for building the life God created a person to live  instead of settling for the one some one or some society says they are stuck with.

-Reimagine. Rebuild. If I could give anyone anything, I would give them their true identity, the one they were created by God to live. I would erase the lies people's words and actions speak, and I would tell them the truth about themselves. I would tell them they have purpose, they are priceless, they are beloved, they make a difference, they can live beyond the lies. I would tell them God is bigger than humans, and His word is the only one that matters. I would cleanse them from the lies and wrap them in the truth. I would give them hope and the tools to reimagine themselves so they could rebuild their lives. In this class, that is exactly what I do.

In the teaching, I've had questions I can't answer, so I contacted the one who could, LtCol Dave Grossman, who is most gracious in sharing his wisdom. Now I am taking one of his online classes and plan to take more, and our email conversations have been added to the supplemental material for the class I'm taking and prayerfully helps him and others train and prepare our warriors for combat--both in the fighting and the healing. Who ever thought...?

On the side, I'm still a certified medical responder and am working with the fire chief and others to develop a support team for our firefighters.

I'm planning activities for "non-froo froo" women (my friend Mike's words. I love them) such as kayaking, archery, time at the gun range, camping, and emergency response training.

And in the midst of all this, I'm still writing, and I still get to be the mom of the most amazing young adults ever.

Plus, there is the myriad of things that don't fit on a resume, like calling a friend I haven't talked to in months but who suddenly came to mind...and listening to her cry because she had to put her 18 year old cat to sleep. Or having lunch with another friend and listening to the wondrous things God is putting in her life...and how hard change can be...even beautiful change. Or reading an email from another friend who is walking a hard road and doing it with such grace and praying for comfort for her places that hurt. Or even just texting a verse to someone or writing a verse or maybe a prayer on a card and dropping it into the mail. I realize these sound like things I do, but the truth is these are privileges the Lord gives. It is an honor to be a safe place, to be a strong shoulder, to be a dream believer. It is a privilege to be the one people know will walk with them when the road is hard and rejoice when the blessing comes. It leaves me humbled because I know these people have other friends, but they trust me. That is a gift.

It is ALL a gift.

And it is ridiculous, this mountain I'm taking...this mountain being given to me.

It is ridiculous all the things I wanted my life to be that weren't...but are.

It is ridiculous...this...this God who is time, who says, "I'm the Alpha, Omega, and everything in between, and I'll put my promises in wherever I want, and nothing of this world can stop them if someone simply accepts them and lives them."

Is this exactly what I had in mind? No. Not at all...but it is.

Am I exactly who I had in mind? No. I'm not...but I am.

And this crazy hodgepodge of stuff that could never be because of age and fitness and...life that has past...is my life in this present...in His presence, and while I am in stunned of awe of what I get to do, I'm even more in awe of who I get to live...of the One who lets me live it.

And here I am in my mid-40s. Failed marriage. Failed divorce. Single mom. A great example of what an athletic body isn't. Laugh lines that aren't funny. Knees don't work and play well with the rest of me a lot of the time.

This is totally not the life I dreamed of living, and yet...I'm totally living the dream.

And you never get too old for that.


Copyright 2014 Jerri Kelley Phillips