choosing hurt over healing

Here are my thoughts. Take it or leave it. Love it or hate it.

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Hurt…in one word…hurts.

We all experience hurt. It is unescapable. It is a part of life. It comes in multiple levels.

One seems easier. Stay where you are. It’s all you know. It’s your normal.

One requires no work. It takes work to heal. To move on. To forgive. To focus on the future and not the past. To choose to trust again.

Outsiders often encourage the hurt by justifying. Babying. “It’s ok. You’re the victim here.” They’re enablers. And, often times, they have no idea that they are enabling. It is no fault of theirs.

We get comfortable with attention, regardless if it’s negative or positive. Attention is attention. It intrigues people.

Others reach out to the hurt because they know it’s right. The good in them compels them to want to help.

The victim receives that extension, and it is beneficial for a season. Often times, that season extends beyond its practical length. And, in turn, becomes a crutch and a comfort.

In all reality, you can become addicted to hurt. Some may feel that the only way they can get attention is by ”playing the victim”.

It’s not healthy. It’s manipulative. It can stunt emotional and spiritual growth. Ultimately, I believe that none of us truly desire that.

I realize this a very strong post. But, hear me out. Wait… read me out. I would never write this, had I not lived it myself. This would be an opinion if I were an outsider looking in. But, this was once me.

 

{This post was inspired by recent messages from Cross Point Church}

 

prayer. not to be underestimated.

Monday night was a night full of emotions. I posted a tweet for prayer for my family…specifically my baby sister and mother.

One by one my brothers and sisters in Christ began answering the call. Nearly 100 strangers to my family began praying. And many of them committed to continue praying.

I was so struck by this. None of them know my mom or sister. And many don’t “know” me.

But that didn’t matter. Only one thing mattered at that moment…People. And when you are a child of God and you learn of hurt, tragedy or concern for others…you respond.

It is Christs love within us that compels us to reach out to others. In any way we can.

Love God. Love People.

These prayer warriors, interceding on behalf of my family, are demonstrating the ultimate act of love. They are an extension of Gods love…of God. And my prayer is that my family feels this.

My baby sister, who is in recovery, went missing. She eventually was found. This is an answer to prayer. And I am so very grateful.

I think we underestimate prayers power. I know I do.

But you warriors…You reminded me that prayer can accomplish many things. For the giver and receiver.

Thank you for that. Thank you for loving others and giving of your self and time.

Now…how can I pray for you?! Please allow me the honor.

A Blooper Reel

As a part of No Negative November…and if you all are tired of this then, boo-on-ya!… I am sharing a video that Pastor T, aka Toby at What’s This Life For. It is a bloopers reel from the 5 ladies who contributed to Ladies Week on his blog last week.

And, like a turd, I forgot to post about that.

So, here’s the deal…Toby highlighted 5 women last week on his blog to share, via video, about their story. It was a heavy week, yet, it was overflowing with hope and beauty. Below are the links to each ladies story. If you are dealing with any of these topics, or know someone who is, please watch and pass it along. You’ll find hope there.

Jenni Clayville – Infidelity

Nicole Wick – Addiction

Alece Ronzino – Affair

Mandy Thompson – Infertility

Me – Abortion

oh yes it’s ladies night! well, “week”

i love redemption. i love grace. i love hope…hopeful expectations. i love faith lived out.

i love seeing one’s bitter journey turn into sweet deliverance.

this week, starting today, you can watch with me the stories of 5 different ladies who’ve traveled 5 different dirty and dusty roads straight into the comforting and merciful hands of God.

toby, aka “Pastor T”, asked jenni clayville, nicole wick, alece, miss mandy pants thompson and myself to share our stories for ladies week. each day one of us will be featured, via video, candidly sharing about infidelity, infertility, the “other woman”, abortions and addictions.

if you have struggled, or are currently struggling, with any of these – or know someone who is/has – please mark your calendars this week so you do not miss these videos.

you can watch them all HERE, at toby’s place. first up is jenni!

grace bandage

my very first email address was “gracebandage”. its a name that came to me years ago when i first knew i was gonna write a book. that was gonna be the title ’til the Lord set me straight on that.

anyway. i sometimes still use it, for things like messenger and stuff, and a friend asked the other day how i came up with “gracebandage”…what does it mean? so. here it is…

picture our lives a canvas. it starts out pure white. brilliant white. sitting on an easel displaying its ‘purity’. its not long ’til the canvas starts taking on a life of its own. a stripe of color here. a stripe of color there. beautiful colors. colors that signify exploration, curiosity, wonder.

then the canvas starts to change up a bit. splashes of red and black appear. clearer images of our lives begin to reveal themselves. the canvas starts telling our story.

my canvas? it was so pretty. but only for a very short time. it had beautiful sweeps of pastel colors. images of childhood play. then the grays appeared. the blacks. the vivid details of a blemished life. on my canvas you would have seen pictures of lies. a young girl throwing up from drinking too much. performing ungodly acts while high on drugs. you would have seen a slouched over little girl with a black cloud hovering over her living with the fear and guilt from years of emotional, physical and sexual abuse. painted on this canvas would be a 16 yr old, then once again a 17 yr old, in stir-ups at an abortion clinic. you would see a severely underweight tam battling with anorexia. just to name a few.

that is what my canvas looked like. then. i discovered grace. it took too long for me to receive it. but when i finally did. my canvas took on a whole look and meaning.

picture now that same canvas. with all the color strokes of my life still displayed on it. imagine, if you will, a bandage adhered right across it. i’ve always pictured a red bandage…a blood covering. Jesus’ blood. now my canvas displays His grace. you dont see the blemishes, you see His covering.

my Grace Bandage.

Broken Chains!

As many of you know I am very passionate about helping people break the chains that bind them to their pasts. I know, first hand, how difficult and scary it can be. But it can be done.

My friend Rick @ Just Give Me Jesus has written a great post today that really moved me. Rick is a recovering sex addict on his journey to healing and restoration. His words have always humbled and inspired me. His ability to be real and say it like it is has been a testament to his determination of not wanting to go back into the pit of pornography.

Rick, I love you brother. And I am so proud of you!

Please take some time to visit Rick today and read his post. You’ll be glad you did!

It Could Be "LapCancer"

The warm feeling on the tops of my legs.

The slightly pinkish tone… like sun-kissed skin.

mmmm….How I love my laptop. It makes my lap happy.

Yes. I could have cancer of the lap. I spend far too much time with my laptop. It’s beginning to become one with me.

At this point in your reading enjoyment you would gaze upon a cute little image that shows the results of a Blog Addiction Test. But because I am such a boob I can not figure out how to get it here.

HTML = SATAN!

So I ‘settle’ (ugh!) with simply saying… I AM 87% ADDICTED

The 13% unused addiction has been waiting for me to learn html. When I get that down, I’ll be a full fledged addict. Oh ya!

Want to know if you’re addicted?

Take Test Here

And if you decide to post this test…feel free not to rub it in if you get the cute little image on your blog.

thankyouverymuch

Am I Addicted???

My name is Tam. And I’m addicted to blogging.

This morning in my inbox, waiting for me, was my Verse of the day.

It read…

“Philippians 2:1-2 NLT

Is there any encouragement from belonging to Christ? . . . Then make me truly happy by agreeing whole-heartedly with each other, loving one another, and working together with one mind and purpose.”

I read…

“Philippians 2:1-2 NLT

Is there any encouragement from blogging to Christ? . . . Then make me truly happy by agreeing whole-heartedly with each other, loving one another, and working together with one mind and purpose.”

Realizing blogging can have, and has had, wonderful opportunities for sharing Christ and my misreading this verse still has a lot of weight to it in it’s New Tam Translation…I still must confess…

I am addicted to blogging.

BUT….I blog for Him. In hopes that I can stand out as a Christian that loves life! A Christ follower that can honor Him, love Him and still have fun! I love my new friends. Young and old. Believer and non-believer. And God has blessed me with all of you.

Now. I must go and do my Bloggle Study.

I mean. My BIBLE Study.
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Unspoken

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We all have a secret. We all are hiding something. We all have fears. We all have doubts. We all have hurts. We all handle these things differently.

I’ve known people in my life who abused drugs. They wanted to be someone they weren’t.

I’ve known others who were alcoholics. They wanted to numb their many pains.

I’ve known others who used sex in hopes of feeling valued and wanted.

I, myself, battled anorexia. I wanted something only I could be in control of.

Our Rachele has a story to tell. Something you don’t hear about often. It’s the unspoken vice. Read her story here.