Anne Lamott was once quoted as saying:
“You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.”
That quote has ruminated in my head since I first heard it. Do we tell our stories or do our stories tell us?
I don’t have the answer.
What I do know is that I was served divorce papers. And I don’t know how I got here. Or maybe I do and the thought of allowing myself to own all that has happened, paralyzes me.
I got served.
On Easter.
I”m getting divorced.
What. Happened?
When I started out as a young wife {and I mean young}, I had the books, the “right” pastors and mentors. I *knew* this would help lead the way to the perfect marriage. The formula was perfect. And it had been perfected. All I had to do was follow the directions, die to myself, submit, lay my life down, for my husband. {Those are the rules right?!}
I read all the books, prayed my heart out for change, and cried for the first 5 years of my marriage feeling emotionally and physically isolated.
I moved from the big city of my birth to a small farm in a bare and dry land. My mother once told me “You move where your husband is.” And I bought that idea and falsehood, hook line and sinker. And in those 18 years, birthed, parented and loved, and continue to love with the fire of a thousand suns, our 6 children.
I allowed all the books, all the teachings on what a ‘godly’ wife should be, to turn me into something that God had never intended me to be. A shell of the woman I once was. I had forgot that God loved me more than marriage. God loves the woman I am. Period.
Yes, God used those things to truly draw me near to him; to grow and study His word. But what messed me up? Those damn rules. I put aside His teaching for a lessor love. A love that I thought would finally validate and confirm that I was valuable. What I had forgotten is that I was already valuable and worthy of using the voice God gave me to speak truth.
Yes. God loves me more than something He Himself instituted as a protection and a covering for two committed people in Christ.
“You either walk inside your story and own it or you stand outside your story and hustle for your worthiness.”
Brene Brown
I wasn’t walking inside my story. I was allowing someone else to write it for me. To determine my worth. To tell me what was truth.
Is truth in marriage then subjective? Absolutely not.
God loves, God Commands, and God Designed Marriage for:
- Mutual Submission
- The two will become one flesh. Genesis 2:24 ;‘Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh’” The man will leave his father and mother and cling to his wife.
- A man, in marrying, enfolds his wife into his heart. He rejoices to identify with her: “This at last is bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh” {verse 23}. At every level of his being, he becomes wholeheartedly devoted to her, as to no other. {Ray Ortlund }
- Safety: “I define emotional safety as feeling free to open up and reveal who you really are while trusting that the other person will still love, value and unconditionally accept you. In other words, you feel safe with someone when you are confident and trust that he or she will handle your heart – your deepest feelings, thoughts, desires, hopes, and dreams – with the utmost care. So, how do we build a marriage that feels like the safest place on earth?”
{Greg Smalley}.
I have many things to own. I came to marriage a needy and young believer. I needed to be surrounded by people. I was surrounded by those who were not for me, but for making sure “What has always been done,” was done.
And furthermore? I’m a mess. I’ve dealt with a number of bouts of postpartum depression, mental illness, and simply have a deep and crappy sin nature.
But? I’ve come to realize that for all of those years, I’ve consistently beat myself up; if I *only* changed, if I *only* was different, I robbed myself of the joy of grace and growth. The need for the process.
But that is going change.
It has to change.
And if I’m honest? I’m terrified. For my kids, for myself. It’s easy to be brave in front of a computer and use harsh colloquiums and ornate quotes. But this will be one hell of a fight. And by the grace of God…
I will, as by friend said, words penned by the beautiful Maya Angelo:
“I will rise.”
I’ve been served.
But I will rise.
{On a side note, I’ll be using this blog to document my journey. Someday I’ll get back to mundane writing. {As if this isn’t} But today is not that day. }