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Friday, February 22, 2019 10:57 AM

Reclaim Valentine's Day!

Friday, February 22, 2019 10:57 AM
Friday, February 22, 2019 10:57 AM

I totally forgot to blog on Valentine's Day this year! [From my excerpts]:

I've had complex feelings about Valentine's Day most of my adult life. I was married to a recovering addict for many years. Relapses were certain to occur Christmas Eve (my birthday), Christmas Day, and New Years Eve. There was never enough time to heal and forgive before Valentine's Day rolled around. Subsequently, I developed a habit of rolling my eyes in February when heart-shaped balloons hung from market ceilings. Can't a girl buy a gallon of milk in peace!

Fast forward to my last Valentine's Day as a married woman. My brother was visiting from L.A.. My husband had just returned from camping (allegedly) when he took me aside to say, "I'll be moving out. Not to worry. God told me He will send someone to take my place."

Um, Okay. I swallowed the pain; stufffed the humilation, and in typical doormat fashion, cooked a beautiful dinner for my family.  I didn't have the heart to not give him a gift on this special day, so I purchased a box of Girl Scout Cookies. Thin mints. The cookie of champions. (I have a great deal of compassion for the woman I once was.) 

I've only dated one man since my divorce. He was very charming. Too charming, and the relationship ended abruptly after 4-ish months. Who gets dumped five days before Valentine's Day? Yours truly. Naturally, Valentine's Day threw up all over the city that year. It practically rained heart-shaped balloons.

The saving grace in this scenario is that God created me with considerable stores of humor. Laughter is a gift. And crying. The curse is to be numb. (I've been that, too.) So I schelped my sad-self to Sports Academy, where I purchased a volleyball and later painted to look like Wilson from the movie Cast Away. (Tom Hanks is stranded on an island for four years and creates a make-shift friend out of a volleyball and names it Wilson, of course.)

Me and Wilson. Going strong since 2015. Not to brag, but he's an actor. "Perhaps you saw his work in Top Gun and Cast Away." (Funny qutoe I saw on facebook.)

This year on Valentine's Day, my heart warms when I reunite with Wilson. And nothing is more fun than sharing that story with other women. That silly volleyball is a gift that keeps on giving. What could have been a lasting "bad" memory has morphed into something I now find hilarious. Know what I did today? I bought myself a box of thin mints. Oh yes I did!

The past two years go unparalleled in what God's shown me about loving myself. It began with a prayer: Father in heaven, In the name of Christ, I ask for the greatest gift of all . . . A love that allows me to be at ease with myself when life isn't' easy.

God commands us to love others as we love ourselves. But do we really know what this means? The take away for me is that the will of God always begins within. The question isn't what shall I do next, but rather, will I yield to the Love who resides within me and allow Him to shape me in such a way that the desires of my heart are fulfilled naturally.

This Valentine's Day, cry if you must. But allow room for laughter. Ask God to give you something to laugh about if you're going solo. 

Let God love you so you can get on with the business of loving others as you love yourself. 

Mark 12:30-31; The greatest commandment.

"Love the Lord your God will all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength. The second is this: Love your neighbor as yourself." 

Peace out Bohemians!


Saturday, January 19, 2019 10:55 PM

Bang! Bang! My Baby Shot Me Down

Saturday, January 19, 2019 10:55 PM
Saturday, January 19, 2019 10:55 PM

Part 3 of All I Want For Christmas Is Revenge
[Blog Category: Revenge]
Scroll down for parts 2 and 1

Key Principle:

  • Own your feelings--or your feelings will own you.

If you'd told me my marriage would end after eighteen years of "staying and praying" I'd have bet Stormie Omartian's life against it. Stormie Omartian authored the Power of a Praying Wife. And in 2013 I wanted to stuff a sweaty sock in her mouth. 

I'd spent the better part of a year arguing with the hubs as his steady decline of moral integrity gained ruthless momentum. In the interin, my heart clung to 1 Corinthians 13: 7 as a means to hush the "still, small, voice"--a conflicting dynamic that goes virtually unaddressed in women's ministry: "Love always protects. Always trusts. Always hopes. Always perseveres." But what's a Bible-study-girl to do when her intuition warns: "Molly, you in danger, girl." (Quote from the movie, Ghost, that totally reveals my age.)

Like any story worth telling, the plot thickens and the tension escalates until I'm compelled to check the phone bill. Bang! Bang! In the words of Nancy Sinatra, "My baby shot me down." I recognize the number right away. She is my closest friend. She lives four houses down. Our teenage sons have been best friends since first grade.

How can this be? The dramatic irony is that AT&T's tagline is Re-think Possible. Here I sit at my kitchen table where I've served my husband thousands of meals, re-thinking all manner of possibilities. Subsequently, this begins an unfortunate phase were I prefer swear words over ten-week Bible Studies. 

[March 2013]

Jouranl entry

I'm weary. I'm worried. I'm filled with wrath.
I want them to suffer.
God help me.

God knows, there are times when I volunteer for the leading role in a dramatic series in my life. This is not one of them. This is a bad TV movie with mulitple air dates and times. I want to hurl the remote at the images in my mind's eye. I reach to turn my emotions down, but they only grow louder as the event sequences take on a nightmarish plot of their own.

My best friend, who lives a stone's throw away, has no regard for my pain, my presence, or my dogs, who whine for her when they spot her outdoors. My husband, now tragically detached, sleeps with his iPhone and steps around me as if to avoid spilled milk on the floor. My sons, groomed to believe I am too sensitive, shame me for crying every day. 

Something's gotta give.

iMessage: Pastor, do you have any time to meet with me next week? There's been a crisis in my marriage. Like--game over, crisis. Thanks.


[break in story]

A person can suddenly be empowered to forgive. It happens. But when harmful acts stack high and pain runs deep the desire for revenge is only natural. The million dollar question isn't whether or not we should have this desire, but rather, who's got control, God--or the enemy?

I chose God. Rather than attempting to pray away the desire for revenge, I owned it like a champ and schlept it with me into the Light. Here's how:

First, I acknowledged that my crappy circumstances were not unique to me. I was in good company with King David who prayed:

  • For it is not an enemy who reproaches me; then I could bear it. Nor is it one who hates me who has exalted himself against me; then I could hide from him. But it was you, a man my equal, my companion and my friend. (Psalm 55: 12-14)

Second, I sought pastoral counsel and implored the aid of a good psychologist who shared my fatih.

Pastor: So, how are you doing?

Me: I wanna kill him. I'm sorry, I know the Bible is all "thou shalt not kill."

Pastor: Wendy, God has wiped out entire cities due to the sins of man. He's felt angry enought to kill. You're created in His image. Why can't you feel this angry? You've read the Old Testament. (By the way, don't kill your husband.) Are you willing to see a pyschologist to help you process these feelings? I'll refer you. 

Me: Yes.

I chose to take refuge in God and opted out on the enemy's plans for revenge--and so began my daily conversion. It wasn't easy. Of course I experienced temper flares. I FELT. God Almighty, there was no getting around feeling. But right from the start I scheduled and kept my appointments. I prayed. I praised. I cried. A lot.

I proclaimed: I will not hate. I will hate what they did. I will hate how I feel. But I will not hate them. 

Lastly, I refused to hide my feelings. I confessed my darkest desires to God and to my counselor:

Me: Last week I saw [her] at my son's school. I had no idea I was still so angry. I thought my face was gonna melt right off my head. When I got back to my car I projectile cried. Who knew that was possible.

Psychologist: It's normal to experience a rush of emotion. You've not seen her face to face in several months. It's a sign of healing that you were able to maintain composure.

Me: Oh, good. But can I tell you what I felt like doing?

Psychologist: Go ahead.

Me: I wanted to walk right up to her, grab both sides of her hair with my hands and yank her head down so hard and fast over my knee that it would break her nose.

Psychologist: My, you did feel a rush of anger.

Me: Oddly, I feel so much better having told you.

Go ahead, get it out, Sister

 If in the 55th Psalm, King David can describe to God, the revenge he desires to befall upon his enemies, it stands to reason we can do the same to safeguard against fueling anger and violent thoughts. Please note that I remained accountable to my psychologist and my pastor. Secrets are dangerous. Our bodies do not us anywhere our minds have not taken us first. Confession is a holy sacrament. And key in taking thoughts captive.

Time for a little creative writing. Write a prayer that consists of the same three elements in King David's prayer to God. (Psalm 55: 14-18)

  1. Tell God what happened.
  2. Confess your darkest desires.
  3. Proclaim the goodness of God, and invite His saving grace into your circumstances.

Next, read it to someone safe and credible and remain accountable. If it helps, here's a look at what I prayed. 

God, it might be easier if I didn't know her. She was my friend for ten years. I loved her. I trusted her. We've had a thousand cups of coffee together. We've prayed together, shopped together, drank too much wine together. I am humiliated, and every time I think of the calls she made to my husband unbeknownst to me, I want to break her nose. May she come face to face with the harm she's caused. May he come face to face with the destruction he's brought to our family. As for me, I will call upon your name, my Savior, my Healer. Avenge me Oh Lord, so I will know peace. Amen.

My Christmas gift to you:

If your burdens are the direct result of the careless or cruel sins of another, to focus on that person will gorilla glue you to all the weighty and unwanted broken you feel. Revenge is a trap. Seek refuge. Avenge a cause in Christ. Initially, the cause represents the abuse/betrayal you alone endured. Because what happened to you matters a great deal to God.

Every healthy decision you make and healthy action you take translates into the defense of your personal worth. In Luke 15: 4 Jesus says the mark of a good shepherd is his willingness to leave the ninety-nine to recover the one lost sheep.

You alone are cause enough. And you have an important decision to make. Who will fulfill your desire for revenge? The enemy or God?

  1. Revenge, which is less concerned about justice and more about retaliation by inflicting harm. OR-
  2. Avenge; a healthy reaction to wrongdoing with the intent of seeing justice done.

"I have heard your prayers, I have seen your tears . . . I will deliver you, I will defend you" (Isaiah 38:5).


"It is next to impossible to hear the voice of wisdom if we are not really listening for it to begin with. The best counsel in the world is wasted counsel if our minds are already made up."

--Andy Stanley, The Principle Of The Path


We get better together,



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