Seriously why did I not know about this!
It took a trip to the ER because I thought my uterus was falling out to find out what was happening to me! Perimenopause no joke and so many deal with this without knowing it is coming in order to prepare themselves. Seriously start stocking up on personal supplies now because you will use the whole supply in one day.
I don't want to freak anyone out but I have talked to so many women my age and have found out this is so common.
You should have seen the poor male triage nurses' face when I ended up in the ER. He looks at me and says, "You are here because you are having your period?" I look at him like the young naïve man that he is and tell him that my uterus is falling out and I have been having my period for over three weeks and I have gone through a six month supply of pads and tampons. He still doesn't understand and I end up waiting in the ER for five hours. Finally, I was brought in and put in a room and my female doctor comes in and I tell her my tale and she starts an IV immediately, orders blood tests, and started a magnesium drip. Thank God for Canadian health care. My test results come back showing that I was incredibly anemic. Which would be why I was sleeping all - the - time.
One of the first questions my Doctor asked was how my Mother experienced menopause - not really a subject that ever came up. This was all new territory for me, I had no idea what my body was going through. But if you have experienced this than you know if you know - if you know what I mean.
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So there it is, probably more than you want to know about me. But is a something that needs to be shared - I'm all about helping others. Enjoy!
To be honest, I had a hard time trying to understand the analogies throughout the book. Let me explain that a little, I understand what she is trying to get across but I am wondering why she shared them in this book. I believe that instances happen in our lives that are evidence of a loving Father reaching out to us. These moments are a unique gift. I don't see them as something for a general audience. I could see a chapter helping your reader learn how to take notice of these moments in our lives but each chapter is another example for Annie. I just didn't get it.
Annie shares a lot from her personal daily experiences which I found difficult to relate to, Annie is single. Which is all good - but her experiences of texting friends and going out for supper, flaying around the world or just choosing to randomly do something does not happen in a family setting. I have to plan and schedule, I just can't leave on a whim to go out for supper - I would have issues with child abandonment and a starving husband when he arrived home from work. :)
Looking for Lovely follows the basic format - Bible verse, personal story, application. Personally, I seek a little more depth, but for those who are exploring their new faith this is a good place to start.
I was about 60% finished and I chose put the book aside for a couple of weeks. Then early one Saturday morning while my family slept I thought I would give it another try. Cup of coffee in hand, curled up in a blanket in my favorite chair I was pleasantly surprised to read that she definitely saved the best for last. The last few chapters are where she is real and raw.
I am thankful that I picked it up again and finished it. I have now passed Looking for Lovely on to a friend, I am interested to hear her review. We are all at different places on our journey. Books speak to us in different ways and in different seasons.
Have you read Looking for Lovely? What is your honest review?
"For a time is coming when people will no longer listen to sound and wholesome teaching. They will follow their own desires and will look for teachers who will tell them whatever their itching ears want to hear. They will reject the truth and chase after myths." 2 Timothy 4: 3-4
What are you searching for? Are you searching for approval? For agreement for the choices you are making? Are you searching for truth?
I have been searching. I have shared briefly over the past few years that I have really been struggling. I have wrote a lot of journal pages and wasted a lot of time scrolling on social media trying to figure out how to heal from the hurt.
My husband and I have dedicated our Saturday mornings to coffee and "discussion". My husband and I met on a missions program where we toured across Canada speaking in high schools. When you are travelling all the time stuffed inside mini vans you learn a lot about each other really quickly. After the tour we both went home to our different Provinces, thousands of kilometers apart. Our long distance phone bills were outrageous and many emails were exchanged. Our only form of building our relationship was with communication. At the time I resented it, but now I really appreciate that time because it built our relationship firmly on our ability to communicate well with each other and to express our thoughts and emotions through our words - there was no Facetime - it was a receiver, attached to a cord, that attached to the phone on the wall. Yes I am that old. I still remember the party line we shared with two of our neighbours. Don't judge.
Anyway, back to our Saturday morning coffee - we have always been able to communicate well but we weren't always making the time for it. Now we do. I have been doing a lot of journaling and reading and self exploration over the past year. I was tired of struggling and it was time to move forward. I wasn't sure how but I took the first step on the journey. Last Saturday I was sharing with Dustin about what I have learned about myself over the past few months, about the people who have come into my life at the perfect time and how I am feeling lighter. I told him that I feel like sharing about what I am learning with others but I don't feel like I have the answers yet. Dustin then told me to start sharing. He said normal people don't share publicly about their struggles as much as I do (I think that was a compliment 😁), that many struggle through things alone. He gave me example after example of times I have stepped forward to share, and how it has helped others. We talked about a time in high school english class that my class was asked to write a page about ourselves. I was so honest in that page that I ended up in weeks of appointments in the student counselling centre. 😂 Dustin then told me that I was most likely the only one to write how I honestly felt, most would have written either what they felt like should write or what the teacher was expecting of them. I chose to be honest in my writing and that has never changed because it is who I am. My book became another example of that.
In my journaling workshops I ask people to write in their journal about who they are in the dark. Who are you when you are sitting in your room in the dark, with the door closed and your phone is in another room. No one is around, no one can see you - who are you?
The last few years have been a struggle for me. I do not have the answers but I know that my healing comes from me sharing and teaching. The hurt that I experienced went deep. It hurt to the core of my being. When you are hurt by something that is tied so close to who you are, it shakes everything.
I experienced a hurt that I still haven't been able to define. I was trying to figure out how to deal with it and I didn't even know the words to search on google.
It has been largely described as "being hurt by the church", or when "Christians attack their own".
Mine came in the form that it was a message from God that I needed to hear and it was one that left me feeling rejected, abused and hurt on such a deep level.
Trust me I have experienced church hurt in the past, we have pastored in two different churches that did not end well, I have had many experiences over the years that would be described as mental abuse and shaming. I know how hurtful Christians can be to one another - Christians are sinful just like everyone else. They have selfish agendas, they struggle with jealousy, they gossip, they are searching for validation. I know this can be the person sitting in the pew, the usher at the door, the person on the music team or the person behind the pulpit. I taught a youth Sunday School class where I told them not to believe anything the pastor says in the sermon that day, but to make notes and go home and search the scriptures for the truth.
I have struggled within myself because I know these things and yet I was so very hurt and didn't know how to heal. Over the last few years I have seen a deconstruction in my faith. I still attended church, but I didn't want to be there. My Bible that was once opened regularly, with worn pages and tons of highlights and notes written in the margins now sat on a shelf gathering dust. Worship music was no longer heard in our home. I just couldn't. It felt dirty. It felt like manipulation. My life of praying without ceasing didn't exist. It became words of rejecting God and anger for all the years I had devoted to serving Him and all I received was His rejection in return. I was in a very dark place.
Yet through that time, as much as I was pushing God away, there was still a desire in me that needed to figure it all out. I didn't understand why this person said these horrible things to me. I noticed that as my faith diminished, it did in my family as well. It was as I looked at my daughters that I knew I had to start figuring this out.
When COVID became a thing and the churches were closed, I was thankful. I struggled going to church, some Sundays I would go to church and stand in a location where a lot of people would pass by and they just passed by. I had no connections there, the people I did reach out to at the time of my hurt just dismissed it. I didn't understand how deep it would affect me, so I can't blame them for not knowing either. People have always said that I am such as strong individual, but everyone struggles, some just hide it better.
As months, then years of my struggle have gone by I have asked myself a lot of questions. Today my anger towards God is less, I don't hear His small still voice like I once did, but I feel His presence. I now search for truth. That is in the scriptures. That is always where I have found my hope, joy and peace. I am going back to the scriptures to search for healing on this journey. I am thankful for the deconstruction of my faith. It has helped me to develop roots that will become my strong foundation. I still have a lot of healing to do. But after a couple of years, I am beginning to feel more like myself. I am not scared about who I am in the dark. I am ready to give it light. I am ready to share more than I need to because that is just who I am.
I am ready to take the first step on this new journey and I am ready to start sharing about what many would like to keep in the dark.
A couple of weeks ago I looked around at the people seated in the congregation at my church and you know what I saw?
My heart literally ached for the pain coming from the women sitting in their Sunday best, with their children properly groomed sitting nicely at their sides. I saw the ugly hurt that is hiding beneath the shiny outer surface.
Why am I leading an online workshop? Because I am offering a safe place for women who have been hurt by the church or by the people in the church - a safe place to grow fruit. I'm not saying that everyone who joins the workshop has been hurt but personally, I know too many women who need this safe place.
Do you remember going to camp as a kid? I loved camp, when my parents dropped me off I didn't even notice when they left but when they came to pick me up I cried and cried because I didn't want to leave. Why? Because camp was my safe place, the place where I could go and be myself. To be the person that I really wanted to be everyday but never felt safe enough to let the real me shine.
The Fruit of the Spirit Workshop is the safe place for all women to shine. A safe place to grow and nurture your Fruit. By the end of this year we are all going to be different women as we allow the spirit the time and space to strengthen the characteristics of the Fruit of the Spirit in our lives.
Do you know a women who needs this workshop? Do you need this workshop?
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