In God I Don't Trust

It's no secret that I have a hard time trusting people.  And that I tend to be reticent in asking others for help due to that lack of trust.  It just never occurred to me until recently that my lack of trust with others could manifest itself in my relationship with God too.

Regardless of your spiritual leanings, beliefs or inclinations, we are all encouraged to believe that we should trust in a higher power to help guide us in our lives.  In my own faith, there's a great deal of discussion about "following the path" that we're called to in our lives and trusting in God to take care of us on that path.  I KNOW that I should do this.  Logically, realistically, and faithfully.  But at times I find it incredibly hard to do so as the traits and coping mechanisms that I have in my human relationships come into play in my relationship with God.

My natural inclination when I want something in life is to take care of myself and not rely on anyone to help me.  In my mind, it's always up to me to take care of things. The thought of asking for or accepting help or following someone else's lead doesn't even occur to me 90% of the time when I'm faced with something in life.  Because somewhere along the way I bought into the lesson that I couldn't count on others and had to do everything myself.   So to hear or think that I should "let go and let God" for the major things in my life is a struggle for me.

I'm so sure that in some from or fashion God's going to let me down and in the end I won't be happy with the outcome.  Because, as I mentioned earlier, I'm so sure that the people in my life will let me down and prove that I can't count on them and I treat God in this way too.  Inevitably, I wait in anticipation for others to disappoint me in my human relationships and struggle with the impulse to lash out or cut them off when they do.  And at times I lose that struggle and walk away from things and people too soon.  And I can't bring myself to risk that in my relationship with God.

Ironically, I have had times when I knew I was on the right path and trusted God.  But these times seemed to come to me without me looking.  In those moments, I just knew.  When I look for the path is when I struggle with finding or trusting what that path is for me.  And the harder I look for it, the more elusive it becomes.  I want to trust and I try to trust.  Because in my confusion and longing, I need to trust another (i.e. God)  and the internal struggle to do that is great.

In conclusion, I don't have a neat, tidy answer or happy ending to this post.  When faced with important things and decisions in my life right now I struggle to find my path and listen to what God calls me too.  My doubt and lack of trust makes it hard for me to hear and discern.  But maybe there is hope, because if I want to trust so badly, there must be some part of me that believes it's possible to do so.

Tales of a Mean Girl Survivor

There's been a lot of talk lately about bullying.  In the news, as story lines for TV shows and even in recently released songs.  While it's an unpleasant topic, I'm here to tell you, kids can survive bullying and maybe even be stronger for it.  I know from personal experience because I'm a mean girl survivor myself.

It's because I was bullied that I learned to think for myself and form my own opinions.  With few, if any friends around, I made up my mind about what I liked or didn't like with no outside influences.  I also learned to get along with different kinds of people and navigate different social groups since I had no set clique to hang out with.  And it's because I was bullied that every one of my dogs has come from a shelter and had some special story or need.  It's like I developed an internal radar for when someone or something needed another to be nice to them.  I value the friends I have now more than if I'd had friends all my life and always been "part of the group".

Like everything in life, you have the good and the bad combined, and I have to admit that just because I survived, it doesn't mean I'm without a few scars to show for it.  When someone's nice to me for no reason, I inevitably wait for the other shoe to drop or try to figure out what they want from me.  If someone disappoints me or doesn't meet my expectations, my first impulse is to run or cut them off.  When it happens on a personal level, it's about self-preservation and self-protection.  I've only recently learned in the last year, and after several years of observation, the value of sticking with someone, working things out and giving them a second chance.

In the end, all things considered, I wouldn't trade or take away my "mean girl" experiences while growing up.  They're as much a part of who I am as my hair color (ok, maybe not my hair color) or my eye color.  And while some scars are still there, the good I took away from those experiences helps to outweigh, or at least balance out,  the bad.  Yes, it takes a few or several years to learn from a bullying experience, but it can be done.  And in the end, once you learn those lessons, you will be stronger for them.  And you will survive.

Little Things Mean a Lot

Two things that happened within 15 minutes of each other this past week got me to thinking- it's not always the big gestures that make an impact on people when it comes to Faith.  The small, everyday things in life can speak volumes before we even realize it.

Last Monday morning, I took my car in to be serviced for its 30k check-up.  Since I knew I would be waiting a couple of hours, I packed a book, a magazine and my journal to keep me occupied.  It's a habit I've had since childhood when I know I'm going to be waiting a while.  While the magazine and journal were in my purse, I carried the book in my had.  As the service rep was checking me in he asked me about the book.  I've been reading "The Saint's Guide to Happiness" recently.  I explained that it was partly based on the Beatitudes and that in addition to drawing from the lives of the Saints, the author draws on modern, secular examples to make his points.  The rep seemed politely interested and I just assumed he was making friendly, salesman chit-chat.  Then I walked out into the waiting area and in a few minutes he came over to me asking for the name of the book's author.  That's when I realized he was serious in his interest.  When I left the dealership a couple of hours later, I asked him if his wife had been able to find the book on Amazon for her Kindle he replied "no" but that she was still looking for it locally.  Now, I doubt this book will change his life or be something earth shattering, but I do honestly believe that in that moment God used me to help someone else out on their Faith journey.  And it all came from a simple habit and carrying the book in the open where someone could see it.

Once I sat down and started reading through my magazine, I came upon a short article about Mark Wahlberg and the new movie he has coming out.  He plays a boxer in the movie and obviously went through some intense training for it.  While discussing his training he talked about getting up at 6am each and day and running the 8 miles to Church and back each morning.  I know from past interviews that Wahlberg is a practicing Catholic, and my take on that comment is that he was going to Mass each day.  What I liked about his comment was the simplicity of it.  No fuss, no preaching, just a simple passing comment that leaves readers with the impressions that he's going to Mass each day.  I'd like to think that someone, somewhere may be inspired by that comment and might make their own journey back to the Church based on that simple comment.

So there you have it.  Two simple acts woven into two lives that spoke to others.  Maybe it's because of all the miracles in the Bible that we think it takes a grand gesture or action to touch people's lives or Faith journey.  As I was reminded last Monday morning, that's not the case.  In Faith, as in life, little things mean a lot.

It's not Love, It's not Friendship- It's Abuse

Last Sunday I attended a Cowboys game and saw a guy get punched in the eye by his date.  I’m still shocked by what I saw, mainly because it happened in public.  And since then, abusive relationships have been on my mind quite a bit.  I wish I could write that I have no experience or exposure to such relationships, but between my friends and my own limited experience, I do.

First off, I want to address a fact that frequently gets ignored when the subject of abuse comes up.  It IS possible for a woman to be an abuser. I saw it firsthand on Sunday and I personally know of two couples in which the girl was the abuser.  In both cases the girl inflicted physical abuse on the guy, but what’s more damaging and prevalent is the emotional and mental abuse that women can inflict on their boyfriends or husbands.  Just like the mean girls in junior high and high school, female abusers are extremely adept at tearing down their male victims.  Many times it’s their “weapon of choice”.  And they use the same tactics as male abusers, with more skill and cunning:  isolating him from family/friends, keeping tabs on the guy by constantly calling/texting or other means, nagging him to give up activities or groups that he likes or to no longer speak to certain people (usually other girls),  convincing him he’s not smart/attractive/good enough to get another girl to go out with him, fighting/arguing in public where she’s sure to get the sympathy and support of others, and the list goes on.

Domestic violence stats consistently show that 40% of victims are men.  And those are just the ones that we know about.  Men very rarely, if ever, get help in an abusive relationship because they feel it calls into question their very manhood.  And when they do report or talk about it, most people assume that the guy did something to cause the woman to treat them like that.  So men keep quiet and suffer in silence.  What you hear more about, and what I have more experience with, is abuse against women.

At last count I’ve known seven women in my life who were abused.  All seven of them were married to or are still married to their abuser.  Five were physically abused and for two of them, it took the birth of their first child to convince them to get out.  One took 10 years and three attempts before she left her husband for good.  I’ve lost touch with the other two abuse victims and don’t know if they’re still married to their abusers.

Three who were physically abused missed the subtle abuse signs while dating.  It wasn’t until they were married that the physical abuse started.  Abusers are subtle and calculating in how they get control of their victims.  Two of the seven were not physically abused when I knew them, but the mental and emotional abuse was definitely there.  Their boyfriends convinced them they were fat (both girls were a size 2), unattractive and manipulated them to the point that the girls were dependent on their boyfriends for their self-worth.  We all saw what was happening, but being young and inexperienced in dealing with such issues, we did nothing.  I like to think that things would be different if I saw the same signs now.  And I have some familiarity with the signs because I’ve known an abuser in my own life.

Like the girls I’ve know, the abuse was subtle and barely noticeable in the beginning.  I didn’t think anything of it when my friend texted or called me every time  I went out with other friends.  And while it seemed odd, I blew it off when he asked me every other week or so if I’d spoken to my last boyfriend, who was a mutual friend of ours.  When he started trying to tell me what to say in certain situations and who to be friends with, I bristled and started to get annoyed with him.  And the annoyance increased when I got daily calls and texts at work until I picked up or responded back.  The final straw came when he called a friend one night looking for me because I hadn’t responded to the 2 texts and 2 phone calls he sent me in a 90 minute time period that night.  At that moment my immediate thought was “this is one of the red flags they tell you to look for in an abuser”.  And as I took a step back and looked closely, I saw the pattern and the other behavior that bordered on abusive.  So I distanced myself from him immediately and eventually cut off all communication with him.  I wish it had ended there, but it didn't.  When he was unable to communicate with me, he took his hostility out on two of my friends.  I held my ground and refused to respond.  Only when he finally realized that he could no longer get to me did he finally leave me and my friends alone.

It wasn’t easy the first couple of weeks after I removed that person from my life.  I missed the attention in an unhealthy way.  But noticed that I missed the attention, and not the person.  Because whether we like to admit it or not, in an abusive or unhealthy relationship we’re willing to take any attention we get from the other person, whether it’s good or bad.  And this is something that’s basic to all humans.  We need a connection with others and will tolerate abuse or negative attention because we’d rather have that than nothing at all.   And that’s what makes it so hard for a victim to leave.  Because to leave is to give up that attention and attachment that we crave in the very core of our beings.

But you can leave, and you WILL be better for it.  So if you’re in an abusive relationship, please, please, please reach out and let someone help you to leave.  I promise you that someone around you has noticed what’s going on and is concerned for you.  Just hold out your hand and take the one offered to you as the way out.