Thursday, September 13, 2018

I've Moved!






We have had a good run here, and I have wonderful memories of what
I've been able to share with you, but I'm so excited to share that 
Witness & Ponder has a new home!  
W&P has been rightly, and conveniently, incorporated into 
www.KarynHumphries.com  

The location is new, but the blog will maintain the same theme of witnessing to wonderful people's faith walks as well as things to get you pondering.  

The coaching focus is still there as well, but what's even better is that at www.KarynHumphries.com you will have so many different resources at your finger tips.  So, go there to continue to read the monthly blog posts and then check out all the other good stuff!

Tuesday, July 31, 2018

Uugh!


“Karyn! There are a hundred kids out here, so why is it I only hear your voice?”

That bellow came from the front porch of my house, across the street from the parkway where I was playing with friends.  This area of the parkway was where neighborhood children would come to play 16” softball, Red-Rover and Ghost in the Graveyard, among other games.  Our house was situated right in front of this hub of activity, and this is where my mother chose to humiliate me in front of a gazillion of my peers.  She had no other instruction or requests, just a firm warning to shut up!  My nine year-old, energetic form suddenly collapsed into a Charlie Brown pout, and I did exactly what my mother told me – I shut up. 

I remember a time in college during a speech class when my professor congratulated me on how my voice just rolled through the room.  His hands punctuated this statement with an undulating motion.  He footnoted his comment with the remark that I didn’t even need the microphone.  It might have been a compliment, but I really couldn’t say because I had long ago internalized that my voice shouldn’t be big.

Those who know me would probably agree that my voice is loud – I am loud – my whole family is loud (with the exception of my one son, but in truth when he laughs, it’s loud and I love it!).  My volume can easily be seen as being bold, and I think many people believe that I am.  My husband is one of those people, so when God led me to pick BOLD as my word for the year he gave me a questionable look and dismissed it.  I can see how that would be an easy mistake to make because I am loud and I am bold, but typically I am both of those things for others and not for myself.

I use this questionable talent to advocate for others.  “What? They didn’t bring your ketchup?” I am the first one to hail down the wait staff and make sure you get your ketchup.  I have boldly navigated hospitals, nursing homes, financial institutions and the education system to make sure my loved ones got what they needed.

Throughout my life I have advocated for others, and have counted it an honor, but when it came to my own dreams and desires, you know the ones you hold really close to the vest, I am as mute as when my mother hollered at me from our front porch.  It’s very, very hard for me to step into my voice and rustle up boldness for myself, so earlier this year, when God called me to embrace the word BOLD, I became really nervous.

Part of the reason I get so nervous is because I don’t do it well.  When I try to advocate for myself it sounds prideful and haughty.  That of course happens because I work overly hard to compensate for my insecurities with a false confidence.  Despite this shortcoming, when God called me to be BOLD and use my voice, I did.  I uncomfortably raised my hand and offered my skills, but God chose not to open that door. After my confusion evaporated, like a dense fog, I realized that I was being bold in a very safe place, and that wasn’t what God had in mind at all.

You should have felt my emotional recoil! I did not want to step into a big arena, like the world, and put myself out there. Uugh! The last thing I wanted to do was self-promotion. Uugh! We’re talking a serious aversion here.  So, I go and double check with God (about a hundred times) to see if this was the direction He really wanted me to head.  It was...Uugh! (Can you see my 50-something, less energetic form collapsing into a Charlie Brown pout?)

Here’s the deal.  All through this struggle God assured me that I wouldn’t be putting myself out there, but that I would be putting Him out there.  Kinda hard to argue with that! For the last two years He has had me practicing the act of letting go of the outcome and just being obedient to the next step.

So, in January I began researching companies to help make-over my current coaching website.  I took my time because I knew that those self-promotion steps would eventually come…uugh!  But, during this time, God brought people and ideas into the picture, which brought an excitement for what He could do through it all.  My "uugh" didn’t have as much power as it once had.

God has blessed my coaching business, but I had a deep desire to reach more people with the truth He has given me about weaving emotional intelligence into spiritual growth. I see Christians every day who love The Lord, but just can’t figure out how to navigate around and through their feelings in order to look more like Him.  

I’m one of them! ROMANS 7 could be my emotional life mantra: I want to do what is right, but I can’t. 19 I want to do what is good, but I don’t. I don’t want to do what is wrong, but I do it anyway.  

The good news is that God has equipped us to overcome this struggle with the help of the Holy Spirit and a little extra know-how.  I don’t have all the answers, but I’ve figured out a few how-to’s that make a difference, and God is calling me to use my voice so others can know about them too.

“Be bold enough to use your voice, brave enough to listen to your heart, and strong enough to live the life you always imagined.” I stumbled across this canvas as a new Nashvillian some years ago.  It sits oddly on one of my kitchen walls because it’s not really your standard kitchen décor.  I keep it in plain sight so that I can see it, believe it, and live it.  It was a very attractive challenge I claimed when we moved from Chicago. As Scott and I were recreating our lives, I wanted to be sure to live from this statement - after all, that parkway was now 500 miles away.

My life is better than I ever imagined. I work at a wonderful church that is making a difference in the world and I get to coach fabulous people who have engaged me to be their champion.  I have listened to my heart and to God, trusting that even if I fall flat on my face (again), I will still be victorious because I have been obedient (yeah, that counts!).  It’s the brave part that is problematic.  I’m not so brave – I tend to be too tied to the outcome (even after two years of practice!), and there’s still the matter of that voice of mine.  I still feel like I’m nine. 

I have figured out, though, that the most important thing I can be is obedient (out of love, not fear).  I have experienced the riches from it, I have enjoyed more intimacy with God through it, and it just so happens to be bigger than my "uugh"!  So, it is with great excitement that I get to tell you that my new website, sporting a new logo, and loaded with a bunch of resources for YOU, will be launched next month.  I have been BOLD in every sense of the word, I have stepped into my voice in uncomfortable ways, but what keeps me pushing through is YOU.  I think of you and how much God loves you and wants to grow you out of your own "uugh" and into the peace and the purpose that He has for you. 
So, while self-promotion will always be laced with some "uugh", my love for Christ and His enthusiasm to use me will override it. I realize that what I have to offer isn’t for everyone and I’m okay with that.  But for those of you who do want that transformation, peace, and clarity, I’m here for YOU! 

In April I saw this encouragement on Jennie Allen’s Instagram page: My first blog was called: Untangling God and Ponytails (And had 10 followers). My first Bible Study (Stuck) was originally called: God and your Emotions (and had clip art flowers on it.) Just start. Do it cheesy.  Do it messy.  Just do what you are built to do and have fun growing up in it!

So, that’s what I’m doing.  Zechariah 4:10 says: Do not despise these small beginnings, for the Lord rejoices to see the work begin. As my website grows I want to grow with it; I want YOU to grow with it too.  The website is really only a delivery vehicle for the resources and tools God has given me to share. 

Ultimately, I want to be a part of deepening your walk with God and shaping your heart through truths that He has revealed to me along the way.  God has built me to make a difference in the Difference Makers and, at this time in my life, He has chosen to emboldened my voice. So world, hold on to your ears because I’m told I don’t need a microphone!  




PONDER
Ponder your voice: What dreams or situations stifle your voice?  What area(s) of your life does God embolden your voice?  Does your voice bless others or does it pull others down?

WITNESS
Who’s voice do you admire most?  What message are they sharing with the world?
(This can help identify your passion.)

ACTION
Is God calling you to be obedient and to just take the next step in something?  If so, what is that next step? Seek wise counsel, identify God’s timing and trust Him if He calls you to step out into it.

SCRIPTURE
Serve only the Lord your God and fear him alone. Obey his commands, listen to his voice, and cling to him.
But Samuel replied, “What is more pleasing to the Lord: your burnt offerings and sacrifices or your obedience to his voice? Listen! Obedience is better than sacrifice, and submission is better than offering the fat of rams.
Listen to my voice in the morning, Lord. Each morning I bring my requests to you and wait expectantly.
Morning, noon, and night I cry out in my distress, and the Lord hears my voice.
I love the Lord because he hears my voice and my prayer for mercy.
Each person is given something to do that shows who God is.
 I don’t really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don’t do it. Instead, I do what I hate. 16 But if I know that what I am doing is wrong, this shows that I agree that the law is good. 17 So I am not the one doing wrong; it is sin living in me that does it.
18 And I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature.[d] I want to do what is right, but I can’t. 19 I want to do what is good, but I don’t. I don’t want to do what is wrong, but I do it anyway. 20 But if I do what I don’t want to do, I am not really the one doing wrong; it is sin living in me that does it.
21 I have discovered this principle of life—that when I want to do what is right, I inevitably do what is wrong. 22 I love God’s law with all my heart.23 But there is another power[e] within me that is at war with my mind. This power makes me a slave to the sin that is still within me. 24 Oh, what a miserable person I am! Who will free me from this life that is dominated by sin and death? 25 Thank God! The answer is in Jesus Christ our Lord. So you see how it is: In my mind I really want to obey God’s law, but because of my sinful nature I am a slave to sin.

As a certified Christian Life Coach, I can help you move from where you are to where God wants you to be. If  God is calling you to step out of your comfort zone, then let’s chat. I’d love to be your champion in what He is calling you to do!


#Karynisms #EQCoachKaryn #CoachKaryn #EQandJesus #obedience #myvoice #witnessandponder #uugh #selfpromotion #smallbeginnings #Christianlifecoaching





Friday, June 29, 2018

FEAR

“Get out! Get out!” The words ripped through my throat as I stood paralyzed, thigh high deep in the ocean.  I screamed over the roar of the waves and the din of vacationers to my, then, 10-year-old son, floating on his boogie board.  Unbeknownst to him, a few yards deeper, a dark fin was steadily slicing through the water.  My mouth and my arms were the only things that could move.  As I frantically called and waved him in, I was astounded at how the panic had gripped my legs and stopped me from rushing to his rescue. I just kept thinking, “I’m his mother, I need to grab him and bring him in.”, which then activated the mom-guilt that sniped, “What kind of mother are you?”  Never before had fear ever seized me like that!  Never before had I ever felt so small and impotent. Fortunately, my son paddled in to safety and whatever it was that was behind him disappeared.

Admittedly, I am a first generation JAWS movie-goer, which might explain most of this. Typically though, I’m not afraid of much.  I’m an adventurer and even though I freak out when it comes to sharks, I do love to adventure in the ocean. I've enjoyed snorkeling, scuba diving and even snuba-ing.  In fact, the beach is where I often meet God. It’s where I’m whisked out of the harried and enveloped in the holy. The sights and sounds are stunning, and there is truly such splendor to behold.  I love swimming in it, sitting by it, cruising on it, and eating things that come out of it. 

As much as I love the ocean, you have already seen how much of a big Fraidy Cat I can be of it.   While there are aspects of it that I love, the sheer immensity and the assortment of dangerous life within it can frighten me. (
For the record, any fish that isn’t a pretty color fits into that category!) It is a magnificent entity that I will never fully understand.  Even safe at home on my couch, I have been spellbound by fear as I watched a Discovery program that revealed alien shaped creatures of the sea, that lit up like neon signs, in a place so deep that no light could penetrate. Fascinating, yes, but also terrifying, and it doesn’t stop there.  The ocean, when dredged up by storms, can wipe out entire cities, mangle nature and remind of us our mortality real quick. Without a doubt, if you’re wise, the ocean is a force to be respected and held in awe. 

So, as I recently sat at the beach, thinking about the beach, and the Maker of the beach, I remembered when I learned about the paradox of loving and fearing something at the same time. It was years ago, while studying the fear of God, that I grappled with this paradox as it relates to God.  It brought up questions like:
·       “How could I fear someone I love?”
·       “Why would I fear a God of grace and mercy?”
·       “Doesn’t God so love the world…?”
I just could not understand how I was supposed to fear Him when I loved Him so much.  It was then that The Lord reminded me of the splendorous terror of the ocean, and its paralyzing grip on me.

I love and fear The Lord much the same way in which I love and fear the ocean.  I understand my limitedness in light of His immenseness.  I respect His power and know that it will take more than a Discovery program to know Him better.  I learned that there is healthy fear that resembles gripping awe and reverence.  A fear that requires me to acknowledge that I am NOT God and in the grand scheme of things I am small and impotent, and I’m okay with that!

Isaiah chapter 2 (ESV) vividly depicts God’s splendor and terror toward His people when they turned away from HimIt is easy for me to understand this splendorous terror when I think of His wrath, but the truth is that it also applies to His love.  This, in all honesty, is harder for me to understand.  These are hard words to couple together in the context of love. Splendor… terror… love…, nope, it just didn’t compute.  Then God reminded me of the lyrics to the song, How He Loves Us, by David Crowder, that gives such dramatic images of a splendorous, terrifying love: 

Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.

If grace is an ocean we’re all sinking.

These are powerful pictures that combine the splendor and the terror of God’s magnanimous love.  Just imagine yourself bending like a young tree, stretched and pulled by the force of God's love. Overwhelming for sure, but the truth!  I love and fear The Lord and when I think about what that’s supposed to look like in my life, another ocean experience comes to mind. 

Our family was on a whale watching excursion, in a medium sized boat, (note size of boat!) when a Humpback whale breached the water’s surface.  It catapulted itself straight up out of the water, looking like some resurrected, barnacled, sunken ship. It was so close, and so big! I was videotaping it and was so gripped by fear, that I lost my legs.  I can’t describe it any other way, they just went limp, right from under me, and I collapsed!

It’s this breathless picture of God’s equally devastating love and mercy, and His justice and wrath, that I long to maintain in my heart and head. I want to stand in an overwhelming love and have it mangle the lies I believe, have it bend me beneath the weight of His mercy, and sink in a grace that takes me to the wondrous depths of a God who I will never be able to fully understand.  Splendor and terror, just like the ocean.  That’s the God I want to behold daily. That’s the God I want to be undone by hourly.  That’s the God I want to be gripped by minute by minute.  A shocking love, a love that I am so overcome by that I lose my legs.  A rip-tide that pulls me closer to my magnificent Maker in devout delight, fringed with awe, over both His splendor and terror, as wide and deep as the ocean itself.

So, as I sit on the beach with my feet buried in the sand, eyes gazing upon many wonders like rainbows, pelicans and sandcastles, I gratefully embrace the splendor and terror of the Lord.  I open myself to His devastating love and fearsome immensity.  I am His child; in awe of Him and adored by Him. So, this summer, if you find yourself sitting on the beach, you too can be breathless with wonder and comforted by His love.  All you have to do is open yourself up to a splendorous terror you aren’t required to understand, but are invited to step into.  Just like the ocean.


PONDER
In what ways do you love and fear God that are either compatible with or contrary to the picture of the ocean?  When understanding that healthy fear resembles gripping awe and reverence, what new insights about fearing God have you gained through the analogy of the ocean?  How can these insights draw you closer to Jesus?

WITNESS
In what ways do your beliefs about loving and fearing God take shape in your prayers?  Do you inadvertently separate the God-head (Father, Son and Holy Spirit) when you praise Him or when you’re afraid of Him?  For example, do you pray to Jesus in love, but approach God with a different reverence?

ACTION
Make a list of how you experience God's love.  Do any of them fall into the awe and reverence category?  Do you carry a healthy fear in your heart for Him? Pray with awe and in thanksgiving for God's splendorous love and then allow yourself to receive it.

SCRIPTURE

Behold, the eye of the Lord is on those who fear him,
    on those who hope in his steadfast love,

Psalm 145:18-20
The Lord is near to all who call on him,
    to all who call on him in truth.
19 He fulfills the desire of those who fear him;
    he also hears their cry and saves them.
20 The Lord preserves all who love him,
    but all the wicked he will destroy.

Psalm 103:8-13
The Lord is merciful and gracious,
    slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love.
He will not always chide,
    nor will he keep his anger forever.
10 He does not deal with us according to our sins,
    nor repay us according to our iniquities.
11 For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
    so great is his steadfast love toward those who fear him;
12 as far as the east is from the west,
    so far does he remove our transgressions from us.
13 As a father shows compassion to his children,
    so the Lord shows compassion to those who fear him.

Psalm 111:10
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom;
    all those who practice it have a good understanding.

Psalm 147:11
The Lord's delight is in those who fear him, 
those who put their hope in his unfailing love.

Proverbs 9:10
The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom,
    and the knowledge of the Holy One is insight.

Fear-of-God is life itself,
    a full life, and serene—no nasty surprises.

And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, 18 may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, 19 and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.




As a certified Christian Life Coach, I can help you move from where you are to where God wants you to be. If you are interested in gaining more understanding about healthy fear, then let’s chat. I’d love to be your champion in what God is calling you to do!

#Karynisms #EQCoachKaryn #CoachKaryn #EQandJesus #Godslove #fearingGod #witnessandponder #thebeach #healthyfear #HowHeLovesUs

Thursday, May 31, 2018

Left Lane Loafer


I love to road trip, and my favorite partner to road trip with is my husband.  Through the years we’ve developed traveling rhythms and travel roles. I arrange the luggage in the trunk, he shuts down the house.  He fills the car with gas before we leave, I route the GPS.  We both share the driving load; I usually drive in the A.M., because he doesn’t do mornings. He usually does afternoon driving, because I like a mid-day nap. It works… pretty much. 

We do have our small compromises though.  I prefer eating in the car to save on time, but he doesn’t, so we stop. He loves Subway’s tuna sandwich, but I get nauseous from the smell, so he orders something else. (This also goes for bananas. Yes, I know I’m weird!)

The biggest friction we have on trips is honestly our driving styles, particularly when it comes to the proper use of the left lane.  Early on in our road tripping days my husband always used the left lane.  He liked to hang out there and didn’t mind when the cars would pass him on the right, (giving me the nasty looks).  In the beginning I tried to overlook it, but that didn’t last long.  Eventually I gave in to irritation and would suggest, “You can move over.”  He’d say, “I’m fine. There’s no one around.”  And he would comfortably command the left lane. 
Photo Credit Mel King
Doesn’t sound like much of an issue when no one is around, I agree.  However, he would often get lost in the driver daydream and wouldn’t realize that other cars had eventually creeped in.  (Cue my, “You can move over now.” comment.)  In those moments when he realized he was lagging, he would then speed up, ultimately throwing off the pacing of the other cars and messing up their cruise control settings. 

Confession time here; when I’m the one passing on the right, I’ve been known to give the “look” and I’m not gracious at all when the left lane loafer decides to pick up the pace.  I will punch past the speed limit tolerance to make a point, and then pair that with a bit of commentary for the entire car to hear.  Not proud, but it’s the truth.

I share about the left lane loafers, and my disproportionate reaction to them for two reasons; first, it was behind the wheel of a car that I realized that I needed to change myself. And second, to show you the first steps I took in making that change. 

My life changing moment behind the wheel happened one day in the 90’s. I was driving on a side street in Chicago and as usual was impatient with the car ahead of me.  So, I passed him on a two-way street, which ended up being a close call for a potential accident.  I can’t remember all the details, only that I had pulled over afterwards, quite shaken up.  The car that I had skirted around drove past me and the passenger pushed his face, warped with anger, up to the filmy glass of his window. My brain processed this in slow motion and can only compare it to a terrifying fun-house clown coming at you out of an abysmal darkness. I could read his incensed lips, contorted with a grotesque ugliness. It was a two-syllable cuss word that twisted and elongated his face and gripped me with conviction. He was right, and I had to change.

That episode was one of the reasons that made me chase after real solutions.  That pursuit landed me, as early as 1995, into the world of emotional intelligence.  The very first thing I learned was the impact that emotional self-awareness can make. 

Like the left lane loafer who is in his own world and doesn’t realize there are cars around him, we too have behaviors we are unaware of that impact ourselves and others. Being emotionally unaware is like the blind spot on your car.  Developing it upgrades you to a rear-view camera and side mirror indicators. There are a couple approaches you can use to increase your self-awareness.

FEEDBACK FROM OTHERS:
Others are a great source of information for us.  The angry man sent me a very clear signal that initiated positive life change (although I recommend you choose better language!). We get feedback from others all of the time; some structured, like work-place reviews and other unstructured, like a nagging spouse.  It’s up to us to listen to it, verify it with God and others, and then receive it if it’s true. That’s all there is to self-awareness! 


Making changes is not a part of self-awareness. The first step is to just become aware. For instance, one can become aware that they are a jerk (like me in the car) and never choose to make a change.  While that would be unfortunate, it’s still the work of self-awareness because it brings you to the revelation and there’s great value just in that. It’s character that influences whether or not we choose to make a change. And as Christians our call to a character like Christ’s is what moves us in the right direction.

While others may not have access to our deep inner wells of thought and feelings, they are privy to much more than we think.  Years ago, in a meeting at work, a coworker had commented how my voice got louder every time I advocated for an outcome I wanted. That was a blind spot. I didn’t realize I was using something as simple as the volume of my voice to push my point and push over other’s ideas.  That was a valuable revelation and once I knew about it, I could then work to change it. You can’t change something you don’t know about!


Others’ body language is another good gauge to use. When you make it a point to notice it you can tell how engaged they are and how they are receiving what you are saying. It can tell you if you are talking ‘at’ them or ‘with’ them. If they are fidgeting, stuttering to get a word in, looking around or have their arms crossed, maybe it’s time to curb your enthusiasm and give them space to speak or to leave. It’s a simple skill to employ, but it garners good results.    

Let’s go back to our left lane loafers who sometimes wave off others responses, such as the nasty looks from those passing in the right lane, because they are comfortable and don’t care.  Not caring is the kryptonite to the value that self-awareness can bring.  Emotional intelligence cares about others and how we affect them, so the information we get from them is very helpful. When you listen to others, verify what they say with God and someone you trust, and then receive only what’s true, you can begin to build self-awareness.

(Please note, I’m talking about receiving feedback from others who are healthy contributors to your life. Even still, you need to weigh every word you accept and receive against God’s truth.)

SELF EXAMINATION:
Socrates says, “An unexamined life is not worth living.” Knowing yourself is the largest, most effective work of self-awareness.  Different assessments will shine light on our personality, love language, spiritual gifts, values, etc.  But shining the light on your emotional tendencies like knowing how you get mad, what happens to your body when you get fearful, or even identifying behaviors that tip off depression, are extremely advantageous to have.


A simple step of emotional self-awareness is to notice what your body does during an emotion.  Do your fists clench when you’re frustrated?  Does your neck kink when you’re stressed?  Does your breathing become rapid when you get angry?  Noticing what your body does is a key skill for knowing what’s coming next and being able to prepare for it.  For instance, I found that I will lean in when making a point or standing my ground.  It is my physical advocate defense.  This isn’t generally well received on the other side of me. When I notice that I’m doing this I can engage my breathing to slow things down and relax myself.  This actually helps my brain make better decisions in situations like that. These little things are a big deal!

Do you know what your face looks like when you are disgusted, proud, embarrassed or adoring?  In one of my workshops we do an exercise where people partner up and get an emotional word stickered to their back.  Their partner has to silently read the word, then act out the feeling.  Unless you get the word mad, or sad, most people struggle to replicate the feeling. 

Overall, the responses are that the exercise is difficult.  But I explain to them that their family - husband, wife or children - know what their face looks like when they are disgusted, proud embarrassed or adoring.  Even if they can’t manufacture the looks, they possess them and use them all the time.  You see we operate day in and day out with physical emotional language, but most of us don’t pay attention to how we do it.  Self-awareness helps you begin to notice.  And, during that game when someone has a partner that can easily display their word, it does become fun. 

Start noticing yourself.  Start noticing what your muscles do when you are disappointed.  Start noticing your breathing pattern under stress.  Once you gather this information, you are better able to institute a change. Self-awareness is the first key to developing your EQ because you can’t change something you are unaware of.  When it comes to emotional self-awareness most of us are left lane loafers.  We haven’t been raised to pay attention to how we are driving our emotions.  The good news is that it’s never too late to choose to change lanes, but first you have to know what lane you are even in!

PONDER
·       How would you describe yourself, and would others agree?
·       Feedback gives us stuff to ponder; how well do you receive it, and how well do you give it?
·       How well do you screen remarks and comments from others?  Are you regularly able to combat any lies and receive truth?
·       Ponder the Scripture below.

WITNESS
·       Witness anger (or other emotions) in others.  What do their bodies do? Animated programs are good to observe because the characters’ features are usually exaggerated and easier to see.
·       Children are great to watch because their emotional expression is typically uninhibited.  See if you can name their feelings.
·       Is there someone you know that remains calm under pressure and uses gentle speech when upset?  Ask them what they do to manage their feelings. (Note: you’re not looking for someone who suppresses or stuffs their feelings – that’s not healthy.)

ACTION
1.       Pay attention to what your body does this week in response to various emotions. Record your response as well as the situation that brought it about.
2.       Jeff Henderson, the Lead Pastor of Gwinnett Church in GA, was a guest speaker at our church.  In his sermon he recommended we ask the people in our lives the following question: “What’s it like to be on the other side of me?”  If you really want to enhance your self-knowledge, begin there with people you trust. You will receive more balanced feedback when you pose the question, as opposed to waiting to receive comments in the midst of emotional moments.
3.       Pray and invite Jesus into the process.  Read the Scripture below and ask the Holy Spirit to reveal areas of growth.

SCRIPTURE
Self-awareness cultivates wisdom and Scripture is full of examples.  Here are some passages that show us the value of being intentionally self-observant, caring and exercising self-mastery.

Proverbs 14:8
The wisdom of the prudent is to give thought to their ways…

Proverbs 14:15
A simple man believes anything, but a prudent man gives thought to his steps.

Proverb 21: 2
All a man’s ways seem right to him, but the Lord weighs the heart.

Proverb 25: 28
Like a city whose walls are broken down is a man who lacks self-control.

Proverb 29:11
A fool gives full vent to his anger, but a wise man keeps himself under control.

Psalm 86:15
But you, O Lord, are a compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness.

Romans 2:4b
God’s kindness leads you toward repentance.


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Monday, April 23, 2018

Good Men


I was stirred from my nap by a creepy sensation.  Something wasn’t right. Too groggy to identify it, I opened my eyes and saw my uncle’s friend at the foot of my bed. I was 16, and he was 28. He was quietly making his way up the side of the bed with a handful of shaving cream in his hand.  I didn’t move, but in the confusion of sleep my eyes questioned what he was doing.  He stopped when he saw I was staring at him, wordlessly wondering what he was doing in my bedroom? Suddenly, the look of mischief, born from his imagined prank with the shaving cream, fled as he suddenly realized how inappropriate it was for him to be there.  In silent contrition, he slowly backed out of my room, drawn by the weight of conscience.

My situation was a prank that backfired, no harm was ever intended. However lucky I may have been, I have since encountered a number of women who were in situations where the weight of conscience wasn’t heavy enough to stop a man from harming them. Most of the stories that I know of have been molestations from family members, especially fathers. 

Years ago, before I discovered how wide-spread this travesty was, I was preparing a talk for a women’s retreat and was praying about what I would share. I was going to use fathers as an example of God’s love, but an unsettling feeling led me to believe God did not want me to, so I didn’t. As it turned out, during that retreat, a stream of testimonies revealed that many of the women had been violated by their fathers. I was breathless, heartbroken and shocked by the sheer number that came forward with liberating confessions. They had been innocent, vulnerable, little girls and young women who were victims of men who had betrayed the sacred father-daughter relationship. 
Since that time, I have been a sacred sounding board for even more women with stories of abuse from fathers, husbands, and brothers. Stories of betrayal, emotional manipulation, and the theft of innocence.  One violent story was a chilling account of being repeatedly stabbed and left for dead by her husband. These stories are real and they, unfortunately, are happening right under our noses.

A couple years ago, I was part of a project to serve women at a YWCA battered women’s shelter. Protected behind a tall, black, spiky, wrought iron fence were women and children trying to pull a semblance of life back together. I learned that a woman will seek refuge at a shelter on average of 7 times before she will finally leave the relationship.  After our visit, I was haunted about this reality and wanted to know more.  I didn’t like what I found: 

·       Every 9 seconds in the U.S., a woman is assaulted or beaten.
·       1 in 3 women have been victims of some form of physical violence by an intimate partner.
·       1 in 5 women will be raped in her lifetime.  
o   In comparison 1 in 8 women get breast cancer.
·       On average, nearly 20 people per minute are physically abused by an intimate partner.
·       On a typical day there are 20,000 calls placed to domestic violence hotlines nationwide.
·       1 in 15 children are exposed to intimate partner violence each year, and 90% of these children are eyewitnesses to this violence.5

The list above depicts physical violence, but there is also emotional abuse that takes place. My heart simultaneously flinches and roars against this reality. What makes this even worse is that women have been victimized throughout time. Crimes against us have an unattractive history, and it’s so sad to me that it still persists. Our young women are being preyed upon at colleges and it’s only in the last couple decades that, in most states, wives can take legal action against their husbands for rape.  

As devastated as I am for the women, God left a surprising burden on my heart that night for men. I wondered and mourned why there weren’t more good men? What blight has afflicted our boys’ characters? What conditions lead them down this road? What emotional shortcomings are threatened to the point of violence? What environments steal their honor and chivalry? What mechanism of society has made them perpetrators against those they have been entrusted to cherish?

These men are not evil monsters, they are our boys who live in plain sight as our mechanics, accountants, sales reps, teachers, and even preachers. This type of abuse plays no favorites; it includes all races, religions, and socio-economic levels. I realize there are no easy answers here, and I certainly am not claiming to have any. But, I can’t help but see a crisis of unknown proportion, and it alarms me!

This blog sat incomplete for two years because I struggled with two questions: “What’s the point (of my thoughts)?” and, “What’s the solution?” I wrestled with both of them, to no avail, until two recent events brought everything to a head. 

First, a friend asked for prayer as she put herself in danger by helping her friend leave an abusive husband. Days later her friend returned home. Then, I read about the rape and murder of an 8-year-old girl, as well as a separate, fatal, gang rape in India that have people protesting in the streets. Their social progress is tremendously challenged though, because even their lawmakers are accused offenders. (Can you hear my stomach turn?)

So, my point is simple; I’m angry. I’m really, really angry!  Sometimes that’s hard to work through, but anger is a God-given emotion. We can be angry, but we are called to not sin in our anger. (Ephesians 4:26) Jesus was angry, but He never sinned. He demonstrated righteous anger for how God’s temple was being treated. After clearing the temple, the blind and the lame came to him, and He healed them. (Matthew 21:12-14)

Anger is a secondary emotion. Whenever you’re angry you can trace your feelings back to either hurt or frustration. Anger is a choice; someone doesn’t make you angry, you actually choose to be angry. Choosing anger is okay when accompanied by reason and control. (Proverbs 29:11)

In your anger ask yourself; am I hurt or frustrated? That very action engages your reasoning. Identifying whether you are hurt or frustrated involves self-awareness, which is a core emotional intelligence (EQ) competency. This simple skill helps sort through the large, and sometimes consuming, aspects of anger. The essence of a healthy emotional intelligence is when your emotions and reason work together.

The anger I’m feeling is a righteous anger born out of frustration because this brutality is not aligned with God’s will. The very point of anger is to move you (or someone else) somewhere.  We generally use it to push people away, but when it moves us toward God, then it is doing its job. God can take our anger and help us handle our circumstance in a better way. 

I know this personally!  Working through my anger was a key spiritual building block.  I still choose anger, but it looks different—I have developed a vocabulary that helps me talk through it and express it without pushing people away.  This critical skill has helped me to love better.
So, my anger has moved me to not only pray for both the abused and the abusers, it has moved me to sponsor a survivor through the TN Coalition. My donation will change the locks on a survivor’s home.  April just so happens to be Sexual Assault Awareness Month #SAAM2018 (talk about God’s perfect timing for this blog!) There are many different ways to help, I encourage you to let your anger move you to do good too, just like Jesus did in the temple.  

As far as a solution, I don’t know an easy way to eradicate this violence, but I do know that we live in a fallen, sinful world.  I know that God’s best for us is regularly trampled upon this side of heaven. I know He weeps with both abused and abuser; this was never the life He intended for either. I also know that God can redeem all of this. His power and His reach are not too short. For anyone who has been ensnared in this darkness, know with certainty that no matter what has happened, you can be delivered from it.  No one is too far.  No one is too broken. In God’s economy, yesterdays do not dictate tomorrows. Christ makes everything new. 

I have seen first-hand the resilience of women who stand in God’s truth and have believed and received the hope that Jesus offers them.  With help, they’ve built a life of freedom from their past.  Men do this too; everything is redeemable! The only real way we make a difference in this crisis is by loving well and remembering that darkness can never put out light.  

So, I invite you to pray for more good men with me. Because being safe should have nothing to do with luck, which as I look back at many of my own life circumstances, was the only driving factor that spared me from being pulled into that darkness too.   


RESOURCES


SCRIPTURE
Proverbs 4:8
Cherish her, and she will exalt you;
    embrace her, and she will honor you.

John 13:34-35
34 “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. 35 By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another.”

Ephesians 5:25, 28-29
25 Husbands, love your wives, just as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her…28 In this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies. He who loves his wife loves himself. 29 After all, no one ever hated their own body, but they feed and care for their body, just as Christ does the church.


As a certified Christian Life Coach, I can help you move from where you are to where God wants you to be. If you are interested in gaining more control on your expressions of anger, then let’s chat. I’d love to be your champion in what God is calling you to do!

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