Saturday, April 14, 2012

worth

I just think women in our culture have a really hard time establishing or maintaining a healthy self-esteem. We either swing from the extreme of self-absorbed and constantly finding ways to maintain an exterior image to cover an interior sense of insecurity to being completely selfless and throwing all our energy into lifting others up while pushing ourselves further down. It's no wonder though. With pornography, sexual abuse, anorexic models on magazine covers and a slew of other cultural assaults, it's hard to stay clear about what our value and worth comes from.

So what are you worth? My pastor says, "You were so bad that Jesus had to die for you, and you were so loved that he wanted to do it." In our capitalistic society, we say an item is worth what people are willing to pay. Supply and demand and all that. How do we know an Ipad is worth $399? Because people keep buying them. Guess what? Our worth was settled by the price that was paid for us as well. 1 Cor. 6 says "You were bought with a price" and 1 Peter 1:18 says "It was not with silver and gold that you were redeemed from your empty way of life, but with the precious blood of Christ" If you've ever felt unloved, unworthy, undesirable- these verses eliminate those thoughts as possible truths about you.

So how do we flesh that out? How do we internalize a sense of healthy self-esteem? First, we accept God's love. It's an act of faith to simply believe that He loves you. The Bible says He does, but you have to choose to receive it. Then you need to practice loving yourself and others. Jesus says to "Love your neighbor as yourself." In other words, you are not more or less valuable than anyone else. We are all equally valuable in God's eyes and it is important to validate that truth in the way you treat yourself and those around you. Pride is an inflated view of self that says I am more important than others, or I was/am good enough to earn God's love. Selflessness says I am worth less than others and God could never really love me. Self esteem/humility says I am loved by God because He chooses to do so, and I am as important as those around me.

On a practical note, things like how you speak to and about yourself matter. Proverbs says, the tongue has the power of life and death. You can tear yourself down with your words. Also, being busy doing the things God has gifted you to do will build your self esteem. God created each of us to do good works and we feel best when we are doing them.

For me a very common struggle is comparing myself to others to find my sense of "ok-ness". I find that when I do this my self esteem fluctuates. If I'm around someone who I feel less together than, I begin to see myself negatively. If I feel more together than whomever I'm with, I feel better. This is essentially what happens in our supply and demand. Products lose value when compared to something newer, shinier, more advanced. Comparing always effects value. Resist the temptation to base your value on anyone else. Always return to the price that was paid and the One who paid it. 

Friday, April 13, 2012

Mom-isms

For a little fun I was thinking today of some my commonly used quotes. You know, the sayings my kids will sit around one day and reminisce about. We all have them (mom or not) although I think becoming a mom has given me more reason to create new ones. So here we go:

Never make a happy baby happier. (Best non-spiritual parenting advice ever. Actually come to think of it, it has a spiritual application too...)

You get what you get, and you don't throw a fit. (this is all purpose and works great for flocks of children)

Fair is a place where you win blue ribbons. (a mother of 6 taught me this one- thanks Missy!)

Don't mess with me pork chop! (line out of Groundhog Day. I use it a surprisingly large amount)

Everybody gets to pick. (This is good counseling lingo. And true.)

Chop, chop Pork Chop! (similar to above, but this one is used to hurry people along)

Brush, brush, brush your teeth,brush them every day. If you brush your teeth a lot, they will not decay. (A song I made up to the tune of Row Your Boat that I have always sung to the kids while I brushed their teeth.)


Now we're cooking with grease. (which means something along the lines of, now we're doing this right)

Okay, that's what I can think of for now! What are yours? 

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Validation

So this morning all the members of my family took turns asking if I felt ok. Clearly I do not look well today. I explained in brief, and avoiding the word uterus entirely which I want some kind of points for, that mom has "woman stuff" going on. They all very sweetly gave me the sympathetic look and a "sorry, mom" and we proceeded to get people out the door to school. Currently I'd like to crawl back into bed, but I have clients in 45 minutes, and as with all things, it'll pass.

My "woman stuff" has progressed nicely from an inconvenience into an issue. Manageable issue, to be sure, but an issue none-the-less. I find myself feeling the need to talk about it with my husband and occasionally the children, and today I realized why. I mean, there's really nothing they can do for me- and I'm not even asking to be let out of my daily responsibilities. I want to be validated. I want them to say, "Man, mom has been feeling so yucky, but look at this nice dinner she stood in the kitchen for 45 minutes making us." or "Wow, my wife packed me a lunch this morning even though she wanted to lay down with the heating pad." I want credit for pushing through discomfort. (I'm feeling less noble by the minute, as write this mind you.) But it's true.

What I notice about getting validation from people is that it never seems to be enough. Now, I don't think it's wrong to want to be known and understood by those you love. In fact, explaining how you feel and being honest is good and healthy. But, in the end, no one really understands how you feel. Not completely. Except God. Proverbs says, and I'm paraphrasing here because I can't remember the reference to look it up (and I have clients in 38 minutes now), that no man really understands your sorrow or joy completely. That each heart experiences those feelings in such a personal way that no one else can exactly empathize. Which is why I think finding validation in others doesn't quite satisfy. Plus, throw in the obvious fact that sometimes your loved ones have their own issues going on and they really don't care at the moment. Which is not to say they are failing you (or me). They're just people and let's face it, when I'm in my issue, I'm not really feeling too empathetic about their issue either.

So, this brings us back to God. Through Christ, we have this great path to take all of our weakness, hurts, pitiful moments and neediness before God. The Bible says, we can approach God with confidence "to find help in our time of need." And, God completely understands. Is utterly interested. Has exactly what I need to get through each moment of joy or sorrow or pain or "woman stuff". So today I'm asking God for perspective. To see my need to depend on Him when I feel yucky and not ask my family to meet my needs of validation. To realize it's all temporary and He uses this earthly stuff to teach and change me. To remember to talk to Him about it. (If only I would always remember!)

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

A Blog I read today and loved....

I read this today and thought it said so well what I feel about the role of motherhood as a christian woman. So, I'm sharing it with you as well. If you are a mama, be encouraged. God sees you!

Motherhood as a Mission Field

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Giant Bunnies and God's Love

I wonder sincerely if anyone ever finishes a bunny this big? As you can see, she's made a dent in the ears.


Emma was delighted by her Papa Doc's Easter gift. As he often does, he brought over something "giant" just to see how she loves it. When I watch Emma and Papa Doc I often think about God's extravagant love. Papa Doc will go to any length to make a memory, spoil his grand kids and be near to them. He really is quite "over board" in lots of ways as the giant stuffed animals all over her room attest, and I think Emma will grow up being able to understand God's love from a unique angle because of it. (That or delve further into pack-rat-ism.)

So often, with God, I forget how much He desires to show me His love. I forget just how outrageous the Cross really was. How over board God's love was to come to me when I ran from Him. How high and wide and deep his love reaches to include us all. To include me. I lose my childlike delight because I focus my attention on the gifts, not the love of the giver. Lately I have had a refocusing in my heart back to Him. And I am thankful for it.

Hope you all had a blessed Easter weekend. Enjoy your chocolate and jelly beans! If you don't have any left, come on over- Emma will be eating it till Halloween!


Monday, April 9, 2012

My Reading Dysfunction

So about a year ago I set an ambitious goal: to become a "real" reader. (Kind of like Pinocchio wanting to be a real boy.) It's not that I couldn't read. It's more that I only read out of compulsion to better myself, but not usually enjoying it. So I decided that being a grown up meant learning to appreciate reading. Well, last year was a banner year in "Camp-We-Like-Reading". I read several great books, and discovered some authors I really enjoy but still found myself stuck with one major reading dysfunction: Binge Reading. This is a little known syndrome where a person begins reading at a usual bedtime, but finds herself unable to stop until the book is finished, purely because she needs to know the book is done. As in "whew! glad that book is done!" You can see where this would be a problem: a grown up also has to get kids up for school and go to work herself and this is near impossible when going to bed at 4 am after finally finishing A Voice in the Wind.

So, after a year of trying to be a reader, and binging till 4 am one time too many I gave myself a little "talking to":

"Okay Debi, c'mon- you can do this. Just read a couple of chapters. For crying out loud- use a little self control! Do I need to make you read Boundaries all over again? All right then- suck it up and read like a grown up."

So, this year I shaped up my reading patterns and have discovered what I believe the problem was: I didn't love the books. It turns out my binge reading was a symptom of a different problem: I don't feel quite okay about not finishing a book once I start it. So if I start a book, but don't love it, I just want to get it over with as quickly as possible so I can be done with it. Now, a real reader, I'm assuming, just puts the book down and starts a new one- but I have not progressed to that level of "real" yet. So, I no longer buy any books until I've read a chapter or so in the book store or a preview on my Kindle. Meanwhile, a friend told me about a wonderful website, www.whatshouldIreadnext.com that allows you to put in the title of a book you liked and it will give you suggestions of other books to read. Brilliant! So here is my 2012 "Camp-We-Like-Reading" list so far:

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (loved, loved, loved!! totally fun and WWII aspect)
Saving CeeCee Honeycutt (good and sweet and addresses mental illness, which I found interesting)
Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet (good, well written, also historical but I don't love tragic and it has a bit of that)
Milkshake (a book about breastfeeding- kind of funny, light reading- not my favorite)
Hunger Games (you've seen the movie- you know it's good)

So my theme so far this year apparently is fictional novels. (Aside from my Counseling the Sick and Terminally Ill book I finished for my Master's course- which I count as a read, but not really.) And I am happy to report that other than a slight 2 am relapse on Milkshake, I did not binge at all!