On getting Naked

Some months back I made a request for you to tell me a story from your life of one special thing that was a changing point or something you felt may have changed your destiny and I got a lot of wonderful responses which have pivoted around encounters with your spiritual side, or a particular person that helped in some way to changed your perception of life or of yourself. Getting naked in front of a room full of strangers is not an easy thing to do and since sharing some of the things you have shared was totally baring yourself to me, I decided to take it one step further, now it’s my turn.

There was one person’s note that brought tears to my eyes as she told me that there were two people in her life who had made her feel special when she didn’t find anything special within herself and then more importantly gave her the confidence in herself that made her feel that she could do anything, be anything, become whatever she wanted to be. As I read it I thought I would love to have been that person.

As I was praying a statement came out of me that stopped my prayer and I don’t think I intended to share it, not this soon anyway, but I did share it with a friend this morning so I’m thinking, “Why not?”

I was listening to a piece of music that brought some memories to the forefront of my mind and I began thanking God for helping me and for loving me enough to die for me, then while I was praying and driving East on the East-West Connector a question came out of me, I said, “You love me so much, why can’t I love me?”

It was something I had never thought of before, not seriously anyway. I know I have self-esteem issues that I have blamed on the time when I was young that I was bullied at school. It was an experience that lasted for two years and I think I never really got the inner healing that I needed so that I could just get over it until just recently when I started my Facebook page and began to make friends from the very place where it all happened and even members of this persons family are now on my friend list! I made the decision to forgive, realizing this person, who had treated me so badly, had no memory of anything that happened so long ago, they thought we were friends.

So why have I held onto it for so long when their life went on without remembering how I was thrown onto a gravel play yard and called horrible names while people who were afraid of the bully stood by, afraid to take up for me or openly be my friend.  I believe that was when I started my crusade to take up for the under-dog, to be a friend to the friendless, to take up causes that seemed hopeless. That sounds honorable doesn’t it? But looking at it I don’t think I have been honorable at all, I think I was trying to make that person love, or at least like, me in retrospect. I tried to earn friendships, to buy favor, to be one person that someone could count on to take up for them if they were ever caught in a situation such as I was.

One day I picked my son up from middle school and was going to go into the grocery store to pick up a few items. As I pulled into the parking lot of the local Publix I saw a circle of boys and in the middle one boy who was smaller if not younger than the boys that stood around him. They were taking turns hitting him hard with their loaded book bags, when I saw that suddenly I was the little girl in the middle of a similar circle and I couldn’t take it! I put my foot on the gas of the big silver Mercedes and roared across the parking lot towards them, I put my hand on the horn and held it down as I drove and I didn’t stop until I got right upon those thirteen-year-old boys that were beating their captive, they turned around and looked for all the world as if every one of them needed a change of underwear!  I threw open the door and got out screaming at them like a Highlander running into battle and they scattered leaving a very white-faced boy standing alone.

When I saw him I realized that I knew him! His grandmother had been a part of my Friday night prayer meeting for years and my dad had united the boy’s parents in marriage! I put him in my car and took him home.

Thankfully that story had a happy ending, but there have been times I stepped in when I should not have, taken people into my heart that I should have left alone, tried to be the “saving angel” to those who only had in mind to use my generosity of self and of finances. I feel embarrassed at the times I went out of my way to earn the love of people who didn’t have room for me in their heart. It brings to mind times when in trying to “be all that I could be” realizing that it made no difference, that I was just working and spending good money to do things that I was never, ever going to receive thanks or the reward of earning attention, I quit.

The problem was that it began to make me bitter and not at the people who did it to me, but at myself for being such a blithering idiot for not feeling good enough to be liked just for me.

Let me ask you the question, do you love yourself enough to stand up for what you need and what you believe?

Romans 8:39 None of this fazes us because Jesus loves us. I’m absolutely convinced that nothing—nothing living or dead, angelic or demonic, today or tomorrow, high or low, thinkable or unthinkable—absolutely nothing can get between us and God’s love because of the way that Jesus our Master has embraced us.

I have put all that childishness behind me and I am now robed in righteousness, and I thank my God for His covering!

3 Replies to “On getting Naked”

  1. Harolene, have i told you lately that i love you? I love your transparency and your willingness to be real with us. A counselor told my Mother in a counseling session we participated in during family week in my last treatment center in 1987, “if daughter grows up in a house where Mother takes care of sick people, then that behavior will be emulated.” Except my Mother collected kids, I collected men.

    Yes, its been quite a journey but i do love myself today enough to whatever. I invested time in taking that wounded teenager who behaved oh so badly and learned to reparent myself. Unfortunately, it meant my own preciou daughter grew up without an emotional grown up parent. In a counseling session during one of her many hospitalizations, her psychiatrist reacted to my weeping by turning to her, the daughter with this cutting remark, “its hard to be the Mom all the time, isn’t it? ”

    I’ll close with a quip from my quiver, “there are more unicorns on earth than perfect parents.” God will not allow any of us to be perfect parents, that’s his job, to kiss the booboos we all arive at adulthood with.

    Resurrection weekend.
    I am still in a waiting pattern to hear when my time with mediation will be. I am implementing a request to God our Father, that i learned from precious beautiful Joey Feek who’s entire dash was only 40 years. I pray for a favorable outcome, but mostly peace with whatever Gods answer is. I know He’s led me here, providing just enough light for each step. I really wanted to be married and investec 16 years this time in trying to do it the right way. So lifting my face toward heaven i smile and thank God for this place and this time.

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  2. Harolene, have i told you lately that i love you? I love your transparency and your willingness to be real with us. A counselor told my Mother in a counseling session we participated in during family week in my last treatment center in 1987, “if daughter grows up in a house where Mother takes care of sick people, then that behavior will be emulated.” Except my Mother collected kids, I collected men.

    Yes, its been quite a journey but i do love myself today enough to whatever. I invested time in taking that wounded teenager who behaved oh so badly and learned to reparent myself. Unfortunately, it meant my own preciou daughter grew up without an emotional grown up parent. In a counseling session during one of her many hospitalizations, her psychiatrist reacted to my weeping by turning to her, the daughter with this cutting remark, “its hard to be the Mom all the time, isn’t it? ”

    I’ll close with a quip from my quiver, “there are more unicorns on earth than perfect parents.” God will not allow any of us to be perfect parents, that’s his job, to kiss the booboos we all arive at adulthood with.

    Resurrection weekend.
    I am still in a waiting pattern to hear when my time with mediation will be. I am implementing a request to God our Father, that i learned from precious beautiful Joey Feek who’s entire dash was only 40 years. I pray for a favorable outcome, but mostly peace with whatever Gods answer is. I know He’s led me here, providing just enough light for each step. I really wanted to be married and investec 16 years this time in trying to do it the right way. So lifting my face toward heaven i smile and thank God for this place and this time.

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  3. I give thanks to my Father God for Jesus Christ my LORD and my Savior. Thank you for the rememberance of all words that are the most dearest words in my heart.

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