Thursday, November 14, 2013

Be Yourself

This post is part of the Faith Barista - Faith Jam Thursdays
where Bonnie encourages us to write on a prompt and join in sharing our hearts in community.  This experience is different from the spontaneous, unrehearsed writing for Five-Minute-Friday.  Bonnie gives us a week to write on her prompt and no time limit for our writing.  It's all about being real and healing togehter.  You can join by clicking the link above.  

Today we are writing on "Be Yourself" so buckle up, this one has some hairpin turns:

I sit here pondering all the different people I have met in my life:  Different.  Unique.  Not one like another.  So many variations flutter in my memory like snowflakes past a windowsill.  God has made each of us to be unlike any other.  There will never be another me -- another you.  I have been pondering this special "self-ness" of each of us.  Created, Crafted, Chosen.  You could spend a silent day going around looking at each person and thinking, "God made you just as you are because you can reflect Him as only you can and you can experience Him as only you can."  Granted, not one of us is either reflecting Him nor experiencing Him to our full capacity and some are falling woefully short, but consider how each of us are like points in a diamond, created to reflect the light in the way that only we can.  That is self.  Uniquely made and loved in that uniqueness.

Being myself did not always come easily to me.  Well, it came easily, but it wasn't always welcomed.  I came from and earthy, intellectual family.  We lived on a college campus in the days of flower power.  In all this striving to stand apart, make a statement, sit-in, love-in and march against the machine, I was raised.  And from that I went into public school.  I read chapter books and could multiply before age five.  I was an anomaly walking into Kindergarten where they were listening to Dick and Jane and learning to name their colors and letters.  I stood out like a sore thumb. At home intelligence had been encouraged, even subtly required.  At school the teachers loved me, but the kids just didn't know what to do with me.  Then I got "the glasses."  They were green tortoise shell and I got teased for them right off the bat.  I wasn't used to being teased.  In my neighborhood at home I was the leader of the group.  My family had its share of difficulty, but in friendships with my peers I was used to being the leader.  

I learned to shove down my differences.  If being intelligent made me the object of ridicule, I'd try my best to be average.  If being unique and eating brown bread when everyone was eating Wonder white made me stand out, I would swap lunches with someone.  I just wanted to fit in and be accepted -- for who I was -- for being myself.  When that didn't work, I'd shelve myself and be as you wished me to be. 

At home things got worse when my dad got diagnosed with a genetically inherited kidney disease that ravaged his body and our lives for five years.  We became even more odd as my sister and I had to stay with many different families as "guests" while my mom and dad drove to another city for dialasys, doctors' appointments and surgeries.  I just wanted a normal family and I wanted to be anything but myself.  I wanted the life we had before this invader robbed us of any semblance of normal. 

My father was suffering from toxins in his blood stream which made him unpredictable.  Besides his warm and witty nature, he already had a temper, and the disease -- the stress of illness and the fear of his own mortality -- made him volatile.  The same thing that made him laugh one day would make him fly off the handle the next.  I learned to turn on a dime to be what he wanted me to be so that I could avoid that wrath.  Sometimes.  Other times I was not so fortunate.  My mom was often emotionally high-strung and she yelled and condemned me with her words.  I was the brunt of her outbursts.  I didn't want to be me -- I wanted to be the perfect child they needed me to be. 

After my dad died I was left with an inexplicable void and the so many confusing and devastating emotions of grief and adolescence all mixed into a Molotov cocktail in my soul.  Then we moved.  My mom met a man at her grief recovery group and he was to be my stepfather.  We moved across the country to an affluent part of a city where people knew what to wear and how to carry themselves and what was "in" and "out."  I was coming from a small town and I had no clue who Gloria Vanderbilt even was let alone what Preppy people had been wearing in Boston all these years.  I quickly learned to play chameleon and morph myself into whatever anyone thought was good enough.  I longed to avoid rejection and ridicule.  And I lived that way for years -- suffocating my own self to become more of what you might want me to be -- whomever you were.  The resulting years of High School and College were filled with inner darkness and many devastating experiences.  Outwardly I was a part of all that was going on around me, but inwardly I was a shell.  I no longer even knew who my "self" was let alone how to "be myself."  

God is not satisfied with cloning.  He is capable of it and has yet to exercise that option.  He rejoices in each of us as we are.  He delights in the unique designs and knows the nuances of each personality.  He has not only numbered the hairs on each head, but knows our inmost thoughts.  It is for each of us that He went to the cross.  Each unique one.  He did not suffer for a carbon copy, Stepford Wife who knows how to emulate the best fashion magazines and has all the right accessories.  He didn't stoop low from heaven and join His own creation to redeem a false representation of someone else.  He came for me -- as I am.  He came for you -- as you are.  And He continues to come.  He comes right into the places where others reject us and try to remake us and He says "Mine."  He loves the self we are and He calls that self out -- created in His image, but created uniquely, like no other.  The self you are is not to ever be replicated in all of eternity and never was seen before this moment.  If you won't be yourself, who will?  He calls out that self and invites us to be filled with Him and to express Him as only we can do.  

It took my healing journey -- the one I'm still on -- for me to become more and more content in my own skin and to learn to like the me He designed.  There is a joy in resigning to God's will and He wills each of us to be ourselves.  He sends others into our lives to help us along.  God gave me my prayer partner who is the best sister I have.  She prayed for me before my faith got its wings and against all hope she dared to dream that I just might come to believe.  She prays with me through all seasons over our boys and for our husbands and one another.  We weep together and laugh together and share our fears and joys.  She helped birth my return to writing by believing in me and praying when I couldn't dare ask her for such a gift.  There was the small group pastor who was like a brother who listened and stood by me when I hit the dark night of the soul.  He did not fix me; he commiserated as he shared his own experience.  I was permitted to be me, broken and questioning and struggling to make a way to a more authentic relationship with Jesus.  God then sent a teacher who was wise and kind; who spoke truth into my life and helped me see into vistas of hope beyond what my own limited vision could conceive at the time.  He led me through his example and by way of his own unspoken and unshakable faith-saturated relationship with Jesus.  God brought a woman into my life who accepted me as I was -- all bound in perfectionism, trying hard to measure up, frenetic and spinning and hurting, but looking so okay.  She has sat with me these long 16 years and held the space for healing.  She reflected the love I couldn't yet accept, though I knew Him and followed Him.  Bit by bit He convinced me in sometimes subtle and sometimes dramatic moves of His hand and His Spirit that I am worth dying for and He is in love with me -- as I am.  

This isn't just my journey.  It is the path for all of us.  Maybe your life wasn't riddled with as much darkness.  Maybe the pit was way darker for you.  But, the road forward is the same.  He made you to be you and to reflect Him and enjoy Him as only you can.  Be yourself.  It is God's gift to you and your gift back to Him and to the rest of us. 


Dawn Paoletta said...

God is so good to bring into our lives that pristine voice that tunes us into His amazing grace! Thank you for sharing this journey, your words. Learning at His feet, with you! In His Grace, DAwn

HeartsHomeward said...

Thanks, Dawn. So grateful to be on the healing journey with you. In His Grace Indeed ... and we can recline into that like an easy chair :)
With love ~ Patty

MsLorretty said...

Wonderful to meet you Patty! Thanks for your encouragement and my place. I too am thankful that Bonnie hosted us today!

HeartsHomeward said...

So thankful to feel this invisible thread connecting all of us and our stories and our love for Him and His love for us -- maybe His love is the thread! God bless you, MsL :) Very grateful to have met you today.

Amanda Gauthier-Parker said...

Oh, I am SO very glad He made YOU, Patty! Just exactly who you are -- the BLESSING you are to the world because of your journey, even with its pain, and Christ's work in you -- YES, YOU are worth dying for, my friend!! Thank you for the reminder that He loves each of us that much!

HeartsHomeward said...

What a sweet message to wake up to this morning! You are a blessing to me!

Bonnie Gray said...

Wow. Patty. You had me in TEARS at "God is not satisfied with cloning." That is exactly what I've done too. And now, I felt as I read this line, God was firmly and lovingly re-affirming me to continue on this journey to learn and discover who I am, who God intended me to be. I've morphed myself in different ways and as I read your facsinating journey, I was taking on my own kaleidescope of scenes in my life where I turned on a dime, changing, morphing. It was very powerful reading your journey -- as I did, parts of my own flashed through my heart. I tell my husband I could have been in the CIA - I could blend in so well amongst the crowd. It was to be fake, but it was as you write, it was to avoid rejecttion and ridicule. And also for protection because it was so emotionally volatile at home. "Being myself did not always come easily to me. Well, it came easily, but it wasn't always welcomed. " This is so true! Patty, thank you. thank you. for being part of the Faith Jam. I love I can hear your voice even though we haven't met. You're writing from your soul. And I'm so grateful.

HeartsHomeward said...

Bonnie! What an honor and a blessing to sign on to my blog and see that you read here and that what I wrote resonated with you as your writing has done with me as I read your journey. You are bold and courageous -- meaning you haven't shied away from what God leads you towards, not that you haven't trembled on the way. I am so blessed that we have "met" and I am grateful to be with you in the Faith Jam experience. You are creating a wonderful, redemptive space. I look forward to connecting again sometime. All from Him -- All to Him.

Susan Contakes said...

Thank you Patty, I was really blessed by your sharing of your story and your journey with God.
Thank you for sharing the hard parts and not smoothing them over. I have been ministered to by you.
Bless you,

HeartsHomeward said...

Thank you, Susan. I am grateful that you took time to comment. It is so rewarding to write, but infinitely moreso when I know it has ministered to even one person. God bless you as you reflect Him as only you can. ~ Patty

Mandy said...

Coming over from Fadra's blog. This is such a beautiful post! You have a new fan!

HeartsHomeward said...

Thank you so much for that sweet encouragement! Wow. A fan! You are too sweet. I am so glad you were blessed by what I wrote.
Bless you ~ Patty