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August 4, 2017

Four Words That Wreck Us

Happy Friday sweet friends! We are so thrilled to have our friend Jennifer Watson with us today sharing from her heart something that we know we can all relate to. Please help us welcome her to the picket fence!

 

I had shreds of memories swirling and used Kleenex’s in my lap as I sat in a counselor’s office. It was wintertime and felt myself sinking again. Some call it seasonal depression. Some call it going through hell and back a few times. Either way, it’s pretty brutal.

I’m an over-achiever when it comes to dealing with my issues so I took out my prayer journal on those nights of endless wrestling with thoughts and sheet covers. I had figured out my root of depression. It was only four words, but those four words took me down toxic trails that caused me to try harder and spend myself to the point of exhaustion. I was just the human version of a show dog jumping through hoops.

The words rolled out and clarity came.

I told her those four words and how those four words took on a much larger shape of unrealistic expectations. Those four words became a foundation that I built upon- walls and rooms filled with striving and measuring sticks.

The devil is a punk, he’s using the same tricks on all of us. It’s the same four words on repeat.

I am not enough.

Later those four words became “I am not okay.”

But…

For every lie we believe, there is a more powerful, stronger truth found in God’s word.

I started praying scriptures. Sometimes I could only pray one-worded prayers like, “Help.” But, I knew that was enough because I learned the power of a God who specializes in wordless groans. The Spirit helps us in our weakness, when we don’t know what to pray for- the Spirit himself intercedes for us through those wordless groans. (Romans 8:26)

I learned how to take thoughts captive and figured out that it was possible for me to be the boss of my emotions instead of my emotions bossing me.

When those feelings surface and try to take the shape of those four very small words that used to feel like the biggest punch in the face, I shut it all-the-way-down.

I’m not a good wife.

Daughter.

Friend.

I don’t call enough.

Do enough.

Reach out enough.

Cook enough.

If real love is unconditional, why on earth was I working so hard to earn it?

It all came from a sweet and sincere place of wanting to love and serve and be, but people-pleasing is my Kryptonite.

Do I want to be and do everything for my family and friends? Yes, I truly do. But, I know that my love is fierce and loyal and grace-giving so I trust that my people can love me back like that.

Do I still try hard? Of course, I do.

But, this time I know that I am enough even when I’m not, even when I’m too much and all over the map. Even when I say too much, or too little.

I know that when I’m weak God is more than enough. He is the firm foundation I need and the supplier of grace that never runs out.

With every lie there is a stronger, more powerful truth.

There are treasures hidden in dark places. Sometimes we have to mine for the diamonds feeling alone and unseen. We have to dig in his word and go to counseling and do the hard work to be free. This is our hope, we can build on those four words, “I am not okay,” with four more words knowing that it will not always be like it is now. “I am not okay” becomes, “But, I will be” because “My God is enough.”

My God is able. My God is big enough to handle everything concerning me.

My God is faithful. He will never leave for forsake me.

My God is loving. Because he conquered hell and the grave, I know he is well able to heal the pain inside of me.

Our shame-free strategy is this- we are a work in progress continually growing into the likeness of Christ. We can walk in faith instead of being ruled by our feelings. God will always be enough.

And I will give you treasures hidden in the darkness–secret riches. I will do this so you may know that I am the LORD, the God of Israel, the one who calls you by name. (Isaiah 45: 3)

Thank you so much Jennifer for being so vulnerable and reminding us of how important it is that we lean into the truth of God’s word.

You can find more wonderful articles like this one on Jennifer’s website and follow her on Facebook, Twitter and Instagram

And, as always, thank you so much for meeting us at the fence today! 

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  1. betty ann says

    August 4, 2017 at 6:01 AM

    this was so powerful.. brought tears to my eyes.. thank you for your well written “gift”..

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  2. Peggy says

    August 4, 2017 at 7:20 AM

    Thank you for including this sweet message in your blog! Unless you have been there, it is hard to explain how a woman who appears to have it all together, all the time, has such deep, dark moments of doubt. Jennifer is so right…God’s love, strength, comfort and promises are the foundation in which we can regain our balance and plant our feet on solid ground. I think that as daughters of the King we should encourage our sisters in Christ at all times…limit the critiques, the criticism, the comparisons.You never know how hard a battle that sister is fighting inside…chances are, she is judging herself more harshly than you can imagine.

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  3. Bonnie says

    August 4, 2017 at 8:35 AM

    Jennifer, thank you so much for sharing. I have always struggled with the same problem of not being good enough. As I’ve gotten older, it’s gotten much better as I’m learning to accept myself warts and all. I am learning that I would not need a Savior if I was perfect and I’m learning to forgive myself quicker and not look back whenever I screw up or miss the mark even in small ways.

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  4. Susan says

    August 4, 2017 at 1:15 PM

    Oh my goodness Jennifer, thank you for sharing your story! I do believe that you have helped someone in sharing this! Grace and peace Jennifer!

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  5. Julie Briones says

    August 16, 2017 at 5:21 PM

    Wonderful truths. Thanking the Lord for being all sufficient for us!

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