My Book will be Released July 8!

I Was Broken, Too #2

Written by Me

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Who am I to write a book? That was another objection that contributed to my dawdling. I’m ordinary. I’ve not done anything outstanding, obtained qualifying degrees, or received accolades━so what do I know?

Well, I know pain, loss, disappointment, disillusionment, and consuming grief. I know how it feels to live in a dark place, unable to see one hour ahead. I know what it’s like to wonder how I could still breathe when I hurt so bad. I know the devastation of shattered dreams, untimely death, and the assault of personal worth. You know these things too.

I also know God’s mercy and have learned how to overcome, how to breathe and, yes, how to hope again. So I wrote I Was Broken, Too to tell you that God sees your brokenness, He cries with you… and He repairs broken hearts. 

I wrote a book to remind you that your focus matters, that shattered plans make room for new opportunities, that you can reboot your mind, and, mostly, that you can expect grace. These are four paths to hope I describe in I Was Broken, Too. Each one is supported by personal experiences, biblical truth, and the stories of others. 

My prayer is that my journey back to hope will inspire your journey and, as you walk the paths described in I Was Broken, Too, you will renew your hope.

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I Was Broken, Too #1

Written for You

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It would have been easier to keep my pain private, locked away, not out there for all the world to see. I dragged my feet (or rather, my fingers) and resisted revisiting tearful, painful places. I didn’t want to reopen the wounds and feel the grief anew. But then I thought of you. 

I thought about you living━no, merely existing━in that place of brokenness that drains hope and devastates the heart, a place familiar to me. And then I started writing I Was Broken, Too. For you. 

I had to let you know that you will survive, that although you don’t see a glimmer on the horizon, it is possible to hope again. Rejection, loss, and pain do not have the final word. They are not the amen to your life!

Then I thought about your friends━those you cry with and pray for and want to comfort. I Was Broken, Too is a gift that tells them you care and are with them on their journey. 

And I kept it short because I remember how hard it is to do anything when broken, how the simplest task appears gigantic. 

Life isn’t easy━let’s walk it together━and find hope along the way.

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The Bear

I didn’t covet… and I wasn’t envious. Let’s just say I r-e-a-l-l-y appreciated carved bears. In the car, I would comment to my husband about each bear we passed. They’re friendly. They have character. I wanted one.

logTwo weeks ago we had a large pine tree cut down in our yard, so I decided I would make a bear myself. My husband asked the tree cutters to saw off about a three-foot section — I doubt that he told them why. After spending an hour watching bear carving demonstrations online, I knew the awful truth. I can’t carve a bear — I don’t have the neck-to-ankle apron that protects the carver! Okay, it was more than that. Even if I had the apron, I couldn’t wield a chain saw with the precision and control that was needed. And… I realized this would take practice and I only had one log. And… it looked hard! So I quickly converted the plans for my log from a bear to a bench.

Then, for no reason but love, my husband bought me a bear. Be still my heart — I love that bear! I watch him out my kitchen window; I pat him on the head; I say hello when I pull in the driveway; and I’m sure that with the warmer weather, he and I will have great conversations.

bearAs usual, I had imagined the bear carving project would be easier and shorter than it actually is (see my previous Flea Market post). This put me on a contemplative path, thinking about the time and methods needed to turn something good enough into something attractive, usable, endearing.

I like to think that God can simply show me a flaw to work on, or a behavior to correct, or a thought pattern to modify. At most He may have to chisel a little away – you know, gently but firmly with a penknife. But, let’s face it, sometimes it requires a chain saw, motor roaring, chips flying, chunks falling to the ground. I have been there and it’s kind of where I’ve now been for a couple of months. But of this I am sure, when the roar dies down and the stench of the fuel stops, when the chips are swept away and I’m covered with a protective preservative, I’ll be a better bear.

I will reflect the loving skill of my Creator. I’ll be more attractive to Him and to others. I’ll be usable and, hopefully, I will endear others to Him and bring Him pleasure.

A Woman’s Self-Portrait, part 1

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She apologized… a lot. Myra was educated, professional, determined, and a woman of faith. Why did my friend apologize for everything from the weather to my personal problems? During the maturing of our friendship I learned the answer. As a child, her stepfather flew into rages over insignificant issues, like finding a bee in the house. He would beat his wife, yelling at Myra, “This is your fault! If you weren’t such a bad girl, I wouldn’t have to hit your mother.”

Myra’s many apologies make sense when we understand that we act in harmony with our mental self-portrait. Myra saw herself as an offender and took the blame for negative consequences. She needed an adjustment to her self-portrait.  This came when she believed the truth of God’s words rather than the lies of man’s words.

It is critically important to remember that long before our lives were marred by bad experiences and hurtful people, God saw us in our mothers’ wombs (Psalm 139:16). He wrote every day of our lives in His book and His plans for us didn’t change when abuse or loss came our way. Rather than having our image reflect pain and problems, we can repaint our self-portrait to reflect redemption and healing. We can be free to serve God and others with joy and confidence.

What brushstrokes created your self-portrait? Are the colors flattering or harsh? Are you ready to paint over your portrait and change the picture you look at day after day from flawed to redeemed?

Come together with other women on October 11, 7:15 pm, at Cornerstone Christian Church in Wyckoff. Discover the beauty of God’s purposes for your life.

For more information, directions, or to register for an optional meal (served at 6:30), visit http://www.cornerstonenj.org/women and go to events.