The still quiet voice

My faith, even as an adult, I confess, has depended on happiness and prosperity. My experience was much like the friends of Job (NIV) who tell Job to curse God when all is taken from him. When life is going well, then I am confident in the love of God. When life is at it's worst, then I rage emotionally against a distant, aloof God who has abandoned me to a life of discouragement, despair and pain. This is quite an emotional roller coaster to experience. I am actually quite embarrassed at this description of my faith walk, yet it is true. This is how I behaved in my relationship with God.  As I pondered and prayed about my experience of faith, I came to realize that I am not this emotionally dramatic in my day-to-day relationships, so why would I want to experience such emotional highs and lows in my relationship with the Almighty One?

So I embarked on an experiment....

Six months ago I decided to pray every day for the following:

1. My husband and my greatest needs, whether financial, school, medical, etc in nature. 

2. Relationships in my family

3. For growth and prosperity in the areas most deeply touched by the most painful emotional experiences in my family

4. For my church family and our health and relationships

Then I documented the need, the specific relationship, or the area of emotional pain and  tracked the monthly progress, regression or lack of progress that occurred. Over the next six months I have prayed, life has happened and my anxiety levels stayed low as I watched amazing things happen. 

Medical bills were paid down, even though we had very little income

Grad school was paid off

At the very last moment, I found the right job for me, and for my family

And countless other responses that are too private to share in this setting....then came September. 

We had immediate needs...and nothing happened.  October came and things got worse.

The whole experience resulted in a middle of the night argument with my husband, while at my lowest physically, emotionally, and spiritually.

My mother in law was very ill

Our car needed another repair

We had no money

Professional stressors were involved

And my husband and I were dealing with a very painful loss

After a very emotional exhausting argument, I thought to myself...this is a low as we can be. My faith was holding on, even though I was profoundly confused. It is interesting to look back on these last ten days and realize that while my faith held on, my emotional response to my faith stayed constant...my immune system worn down by the stress crumbled...and I could not overcome a simple cough/cold. Once again I turned to prayer, and focused on the thought that maybe documenting the answers to prayer had made me too sure of our decisions, and we needed to follow a different path. I began looking at a plan B. 

Within 24 hours, things completely turned around...I cannot describe how surreal it was. 

My mother in law's illness was caught in time and while the recovery was slow, it did not involve surgery. 

The car did not actually need a repair.

Professional stressors resolved.

Friends loved on us.

Family loved on us.

We were abundantly loved and cared for. 

It was incredible to experience. Even though my immune system took the hit this time, I am going to continue to practice my faith in this manner for a while, until I am able to mature a bit more in my faith. Because I like experiencing a constant faith that carries me through my lowest times, without becoming a tearful, angry child, desperate for an answer. I like experiencing a trusting relationship with my Father in  Heaven. 

My Faith has found a resting place, by Eliza E. Hewitt

My faith has found a resting place,
Not in device or creed;
I trust the ever-living One,
His wounds for me shall plead.

 o Refrain:
I need no other argument,
 I need no other plea,
It is enough that Jesus died,
And that He died for me.

 Enough for me that Jesus saves,
This ends my fear and doubt;
A sinful soul I came to Him,
 He’ll never cast me out.

 My heart is leaning on the Word,
The living Word of God,
 Salvation by my Savior’s name,
 Salvation through His blood.

 My great physician heals the sick,
The lost He came to save;
For me His precious blood He shed,
For me His life He gave.

The tug on my heart

I had not anticipated being a working mom. However, finding my partner in life took me a lot longer than anticipated as well. During those years of waiting for my personal life to change, I worked on my academic and professional life. I experienced enough success during my school years and professional years to satisfy me.

Then came along my dear hubby, with enough expectations of what are relationship was going to be to provide a catalyst for change in my professional life. Here I am several years later, my professional life is  not unfolding in as precise a manner as I would like, but a baby has now taken up permanent residence in our house. Having made multiple changes to provide for his care as best we are able, we still find ourselves relying on other people for help. I have chosen people who I trust, who love him and who will keep him safe,  providing care mostly according to my wishes. That doesn't change the moment when  I leave him in his nana's care, and he doesn't seem to notice I am gone....

I have carefully over these last few months made sure my son is aware he is safe and loved in the presence of other family members. He doesn't need to fuss for me to come and get him when another family member wants to hold him. When someone is a family member or a friend we say "hi" and I let them touch him. If it's a stranger, I may say "hi" but I don't let them touch him. When my little one looks at my face to see if it's ok to connect, I let him know the persons name and show him how to greet this person. Even at his young age he is already familiar with his Grandma's, Aunts, Cousins and Uncles. At family get-togethers he makes a visit around the room to say "hi" to each one. Sometimes trading his trademark lion's roar with them "Arghh"

During the week he often stays with a family member, and there are all sorts of toys for him to play with and he knows exactly where they are. Once I set him off he crawls over to his toys and starts playing with them, listening intently to her as she speaks Spanish to him. It's not that I want him to suffer.... I just want him sometimes to want only me. That special moment when I know I am the only one who will make my little one happy. To see evidence of his attachment to someone other than me, breaks my heart a little. When I see the obvious evidence of his attachment, I want to scoop him up and carry him away, so that he is just mine. Non one else's. When those thoughts come to me, I have to consciously walk away and not mess with his little heart.

While my little one needs me, a lot, he also needs the love of a supportive and caring family. If something were to happen to me, he needs to feel attached to someone else so they are able to raise him. Although the thought of someone else raising my child, is enough to break my heart again). Knowing how to make relational connections with others is essential in life. By letting him learn how to develop relationships, I am providing for his future. I am just surprised at feeling a tug on my heart, because my little one is already growing so fast.

Every Tear

I work with so many families these days where I wonder if change is going to happen. I can see the path they need to take, and I will be their guide if they will follow, but I cannot make it happen. Working with families can be tiring, exhausting and create burnout. The workers in and out of families lives is often so long the families don't bother to remember names. On the other side, workers become burned out and cynical to the point where it seems a game to see who can be the most skeptical regarding client changes because it seems there are so few. I have to say that seeing both sides of the equation it leaves me wondering. What will happen next? Is there a right individual? Playing different scenarios through my mind, I wonder about conflict between Christians. We believe that those who have placed their trust in Jesus Christ and accepted Him as their Savior will receive eternal life. What if they are unable to make relational repairs in this life? What will happen in the new earth?

When those who have carried such heartache and grief in their hearts be suddenly able to connect? What about those who have been abused? Will a parent and child find a healthy relationship in heaven? It's easy to assume that people who are seen as villains may not share eternity with us. I don't think its that simple. People are far more complex than any other creation. The relationships they engage in are no less so.

Sometimes all I know to do is focus my eyes on Him. Dealing with pain and suffering may be my profession, but I do not have the cure. Only He does.

“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”Revelation 21:4

Book Giveaway

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Anne Stanborough, a well known mystery writer, inherits her maiden aunt's book store, Perfect on Paper. The lawyer handling her aunt's estate is none other than the handsome Jake Harrison, but despite his attraction to the beautiful author, his painful divorce has made him wary of a marriage between two driven professionals. Anne can't let go of the career she's worked her entire life towards, and he isn't willing to make a second mistake in marriage. It looks like they should call the whole thing off until Anne discovers that her late maiden aunt might not have been so "maiden" after all… A love story from the past tugs this couple back together again, but will it be enough to prove that a love founded in God really can overcome anything?

Flirting with being controlling

I recently flirted with becoming controlling. To control is defined as "to exercise restraint or direction over; dominate;command" as found on dictionary.com. Let me give you some background information first. Far too many times I have observed mothers give up on basic hygiene for their children. It bothers me. Therefore as the nurse in the hospital taught me how to wash my newborn son I listened intently. Helpful in this whole process is that my son hates to sit in a wet or dirty diaper. They must be changed quickly or a meltdown ensues in a short matter of time. So enough of the background....here is what happened....

My sister came to help me with baby care one afternoon. I had a messy house, still in my work around the house clothes, and I needed to get ready for a professional meeting. My son also needed a bath. I asked my sister to give him a bath which she agreed to do. My sister proceeded to run the water and start bathing my son. I then stood over her shoulder and told her exactly what she needed to do to clean my son properly. His eyelids are gently cleaned first. Then nails on the hands and feet must be scrubbed. Baby rolls must be cleaned out because they are collectors of dirt. The scalp requires special attention to prevent dry skin and cradle cap. The ears are checked for dirt on the outer portion of the ear. Once completed then the child is covered in various lotions and oils to help protect his skin. Never mind I had a long list to accomplish already and she was helping me by giving him a bath. Never mind that I learn a lot from my sister on how to take care of a baby, infant, toddler, etc. For some emotional reason I simply could not let go of the process I use to bathe my son and insisted my sister follow the same method. I did exactly what I dislike so much about people who attempt to control others; I dominated the process and kept everyone from learning and growing. In fact I   did what I dislike the most - I dominated a very wise and experienced woman who had the opportunity to teach me how to better care for my son because she had a more objective point of view. ughhh. This is why I prefer a collaborative approach to life and I think I learned my lesson. No more flirting with controlling behavior.

Prepared for battle?

The young men and women's faces in the room are solemn and the energy in the room reflects the seriousness of the topic. They are completely unaware of the beauty outside their windows. The leader explains to them the gravity of the situation. The final battle has come. Some of them may not be coming home. They are advised to set their affairs in order. For those who have spouses and children it's an unfortunate situation because their families will experience more pain. Those who are unmarried are reassured that their unattached situation will make them better fighters, fewer thoughts of home to prevent them from giving their all. After all this is what their parents raised them to do. The young adults leave to spend the evening partying and spending money, because they won't have any needs where they are going, and there is a good chance some of them won't come home alive.

You would probably expect a scenario like this to play out in military camps across the country. However, this experience is very much like the one's I experienced at church camps and young adult conferences in the Adventist church. When we speak of having limited days on this earth and to ensure we make the most of them, often it is thought that those days will be spent in quiet reflection and time shared with family and friends. The reality is that most people when given a finite number of days to live, make choices they never would have made before, some dangerous, some silly, some just plain rebellious.From my observations of the adult men, more so than the adult women, in the church our emphasis on the end times of the world coming has prevented them from growing up. If these young men won't have the opportunity to marry and experience a fulfilling sexual experience, then thoughtful planning of their education, careers is pushed to the side as they make sure they will have a sexual partner before the end comes. A few also will make sure that they have experienced every other pleasure in life they have been denied living as an Adventist. Somewhere along the line becoming a soldier in the army of the Lord became a solitary activity to battle for our friends and neighbors souls. The result is we have better prepared our young men to serve in the military then to be caring, thoughtful husbands, wise fathers and persistent providers for their families. It was not so in the beginning....




"The LORD God took the man and put him in the Garden of Eden to work it and take care of it......The LORD God said, “It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him.” Genesis 2:15, 18




The battle today, as in the days of Adam and Eve after the fall, is not for our friends and neighbors souls, the Holy Spirit will move in their hearts as surely as he moves in my own. The battle today, as it has always been, is for our children's hearts....Adam and Eve lost their firstborn children Cain and Abel to this battle (Genesis 4). What would happen in the world if we focused on our own homes and the little ones living there? Now that just might change the world as we now it!

S-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d

I have never before in my life experienced this much stress for two years. What makes it worse is that some of the stress we are experiencing is of our own choice. It's not a secret. going to class two-four nights a week for two years straight with only nine total weeks off during the two years is exhausting. Adding in my invaluable practicum experience and my life is full right now. I willingly acknowledge these decisions were my choice. It's just that changing your life is hard work. Which reminds me....

I have had another experience where I was worn out, sleep deprived and dealing with more changes than I thought I could handle. When I was in labor with my son nothing was going as I expected. I went from sleeping a little bit to in labor. No rest or breaks between contractions, but constant, hard work to deliver my son. I remember at one point saying to my mother "I can't do this anymore." My Mom, being the lady who she is, said to me "what do you meant you can't? You are doing it."  That story comes to mind now as I want to stop the stress and find some emotional relief. "What do you mean you can't finish school? You are finishing school." While I am stretched to my limit - many of those I love around me I would imagine are more s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d than I am. So remember to "be kind" for each person's experience is difficult for them. Also remember, don't give up, because you are accomplishing what you want to accomplish. Thanks Mom!

The story of a mother

I realized this morning that Mother's day is a couple of months away. Last year my first year as a mother, I was a mother in waiting. My thoughts on mothering were anticipatory in nature, not experiential. This year I have my babe in arms. Some of my thoughts this year on mothering have to do with how little I know about it. I have a lot of analytical knowledge about mothering, but I lack a legacy of mothering. My Mother was not raised by her mother. 

My mother was raised by her father. Although I have knowledge of my maternal grandmother her mother knowledge and wisdom ( and unfortunately her lack there of) are not part of my story how to mother a child. You might not think this is a big deal. I bet you don't realize however how many experiences you have because your mother or your grandmother or your great-grandmother did something a certain way. I hear it in my mother-in-law's voice sometimes when she speaks with a finality on certain ways to care for a baby. It's the way it's always been done, the way she saw it done and the way she cared for her baby. On my mother's side I have very little knowledge of my grandmother or great-grandmother. I don't even have an item that belonged to this woman. The connection is broken. Such a sadness and yet it is my reality.  For me, my story of mothering begins with my own mother. In some ways this is a blessing. I don't have to fight against years of tradition and the authority of older women in how I care for my child. As I being this journey of parenting though, it can feel very lonely. I have my mother to help me. Yet our shared story of mothering is pieced together from various women who invested what they were able in caring for my own mother. A mosaic, so to speak, of a mother. An image of what a mother could be. An image though lacks warmth, affection, emotion and comfort. 

A good portion of my legacy of mothering comes from my father's side of the family. I think of babies and I hear lullabies that were sung by my aunt and my grandmother. I see the way I interact with children and I am reminded of my grandmother again and it makes me smile. Because I knew my grandmother and not my grandfather I see so much of her in my dad and aunt. Her influence and story lives on. On my bed is a quilt my grandmother made for me twenty some years ago, that my mother remade into a king size quilt. I don't know how to describe the difference in the story though. Yes, she is part of my story of mother, but there is a distance that I can't explain.

Since this is my experience now. I think of my children and grandchildren. In their stories they will have to deal with the way it's always been. Not realizing perhaps that the story of mothering they will receive is that of trial and error, tears and forgiveness and born out of an unending heart full of love. My son will hear of how his grandmother sat up with me at night while I struggled to cope with the after effects of delivery and attempt to get my body to provide nourishment for my son. These are the moments that will influence my children. These are the stories they will hear. I hope the connection created in these days provides the legacy of family, love and mothering that I desire. It is all I have and yet, it is enough.

repairing the narrative

Pardon me while I process through some of what I am reading today. Feel free to add your thoughts as well because we learn new ways of thinking in the context of relationship (something for another blog).  For the class I am currently attending we are reading "The Developing Mind" by Daniel J. Segel. This book is not an easy read. For me it is like the first time I read C.S. Lewis (The Great Divorce). I didn't understand much and reading a paragraph at a time was about all I could manage because there was so much meaning packed into a few words. This book for me is a life-changer.


I have had the opportunity to do a lot of emotional work during my time in graduate school. Some of it under the guidance of my experienced instructors, some within the grace offered by my classmates, some within my personal relationships and some I have sought out to work on with the guidance of a much trusted and appreciated therapist. This emotional work has helped me untangle the emotional connections of painful, difficult and frustrating relationships in my life. Several times through out this last 18 months I have had to stop myself or remove myself from engaging in interactions with others that were more of the same. This very slow work has helped remove the emotional threat, and taught me even more about relationships. I have told myself several times, when dealing with intense emotional chaos "this is not how this story is going to end." My family, my life, my future will not be defined  by these experiences. I have a choice. I can choose to define my life by the losses I experience, or by the blessings in my life.


The brain works to understand experience by creating a form of narrative, a story of our lives. Through the production of neurotransmitters, past memories and current expectations the brain then looks for the continuing threads of the story in the relationships and experiences around us. Let's look at it this way.

If a person experienced abandonment in a primary relationship, whether as a child or as an adult, and no repairs are made, then it is likely that the individual will continue to find ways that the other person acts to reinforce the story of abandonment, whether or not that is the intention of the other person.

As I participate in the therapeutic process both as a therapist and as a client, I seek to empower myself and my clients to take the initiative in changing their role in their story. The process of emotionally claiming the outcome in the story they seek provides a catalyst in their understanding of who they are and what their future holds.

The challenge is in the relationships where emotional cut-off exists. For the longest time the only language I had for these relationships involved reconciliation. Now I understand that is not what I am encouraging. I am looking for a "repairing" of the narrative of the shared story. This repair allows physical and emotional arousal to reduce, better adjustments to stressors to occur and the brain to reorganize itself based on current relationships. This reorganization without the emotional focus on another person, allows the brain to look for a new story line, based on current relationships and releases the overpowering emotional connection between two people frozen in time. The choice is still there though. You and I can choose to define our lives by the relationships in emotional cut-off, or the relationships repaired allowing room for new relationships.. And when we choose, within our very neural development, those losses or those blessings will become ingrained, the threads of our story.