Sunday, January 18, 2015

Honest Confessions of the “Good” Christian Girl




“and Jesus today I just want to be real…I don’t want any hypocrisy left in me.”
That was the prayer on my lips as I drove to church this morning. Also a part of my prayer was, “Lord, speak to my  heart today. Convict me.”
I was in a rather pensive mood. At peace, but not joyful. Not particularly cheerful. Not really in touch with what I was feeling at all, until that first thing didn’t go well for me as I was trying to quickly run a few copies for class time. Then I felt heavy and condemned. The voices in my head telling me I just couldn’t get it together. The pressure to get it together and keep it together. The self-condemnation as other people waited on me. Just this heavy cloak of inferiority coming down on me. Even now, as I think of it, I am tempted again to condemn myself for not being “spiritual” enough to immediately put a finger on the attack I was under. I am learning more and more just how completely inadequate and undone I am without Jesus.
I hunger for more of Jesus. Some days I hunger to seek Him with all my heart. Some days I don’t. I wish it would always be the same, but it’s not. It takes a conscious effort to stay in communion with Jesus. He never leaves me or forsakes me, but I forsake Him at times. I marvel at the fact that He longs for me to spend time with Him. He longs for all of us. We as human beings would never, could never, have the capacity for such longing. His love is unfathomable to me. I long to be more like Him. To have so much love and compassion for someone as He did.
The struggle, the war within me is real. I have felt the Holy Spirit nudging me to write some really difficult things in the last week, but I have put it off in fear. What will people think? Does He really want me to share my dirty past with other people? What about the fact that many people won’t understand. What of the people that have committed sins far greater than I? Jesus can forgive them and heal them same as He has forgiven and brought healing to me. He sees those sins in the same light. There is no room for justification here.
I will write my story, and my prayer is that those who read it and see it not as a way to condemn me for my past mistakes and addictions, but as the very real story of redemption it is. That it will help people understand why I am so passionate about shedding light on what Fifty Shades of Grey and other works of erotica can do to a person. Somehow I know I am not the only one that has walked the road I have walked. 
Although I am only 34 years old I was delivered only 4 years and 6 months ago from a 20 year addiction that started at 9 years old. At 29 years old I was finally so desperate for freedom that I reached out to a few trusted friends and asked them for help. My addiction was what I began labelling as women’s porn 4.5 years ago when Jesus brought me freedom.
Once upon a time, in the rolling hills of Amish Country, a little girl was born. She was born 10th child. She was born almost 8 years on the heels of the previous child.  She was the 8th living child, as she had stillborn twin sisters that had been born in the middle of the family. She was spoiled in many ways to be sure, but growing up in a household of what felt like “old” people, she also knew and experienced much loneliness. She had cousins and some friends to play with, but she didn’t have what her heart really longed for: a constant playmate. She loved books and dreaming about what she would be in the future. She adored anyone that showed her kindness and took time to talk to her. At 6 years old she started school and quickly learned to read and write. Reading became a passion, a form of escape from reality for her. For 3 years it was innocent children’s books, as many as she could get her hands on. It was wonderful.
As time went on the little girl had her 7th, 8th, and 9th birthdays. A brother and a sister had both married and left home. A brother had left home and moved far, far away. When she was 8 years old her first niece was born, and thus began the next generation. Her siblings that were still at home were all adults by now, and had youth functions and other things to do. Her mom and dad spent many Friday and Sunday evenings playing games with her, but even so the little girl spent many hours alone. One evening she discovered a book that intrigued her. The cover had a man and a scantily clad woman on it. Something didn’t feel right about it, but she seemed almost powerless not to open the book. She started reading, and soon started reading things in the book that she really didn’t understand, but curiosity kept her reading. She had always been an inquisitive child, asking many questions that somewhat annoyed the adults in her life. If she didn’t understand a word, she went to one of her best friends for answers: the dictionary. Opening that book changed the course of her childhood in many ways. Her innocence was gone. She kept reading that book in secret, something deep down knowing it wasn’t right, but still too young to understand. She finally had something to look forward to on those long, lonely Friday and Sunday nights at home when all her siblings were gone.  
As the years went on and she turned into a young woman, the addiction to explicit romance novels continued and grew. She never told anyone what she was reading. As she began to understand more about right and wrong, she often became deeply convicted and would cry out to God to deliver her. She would make promises to God that she would never fall again. She would walk in that conviction for several weeks, sometimes a month or two before falling into the trap again. Somehow she was always able to keep herself supplied with books to feed her addiction. As a child she had come to understand that Jesus came to save her, but she didn’t understand or know that she could ask for help. She thought she was alone in her weakness, and so she suffered in silence. She had no one she could pour her heart out to except her cat, who was always so loving to her when the girl sobbed her heart out over her latest sins, failures, or loneliness. The cat and the rock behind the house she often sat on for hours seemed to be the only things in her life that always understood her.
At 19 years old she finally got baptized in the Amish church. She thought for sure her baptism would make things easier. That she would be less likely to stumble. By that time she had also seen plenty of movies with sex scenes in them. The combination of the books with explicit word pictures and the movies with the visual pictures only made her addiction more intense. She never dated anyone as a young girl. One by one her friends started dating and got married. One of the lies the enemy used on her heart through that was that, because of her addiction no good Christian boy could ever love her, so she was destined to be alone. So as her addiction grew, and her reading material grew more racy, and she needed her daily “fix” she also shut her heart down to the possibility of marriage. Although she somewhat lived in a fantasy world, she did not believe the fantasy for herself. She didn’t think she would ever be good enough. Whenever there were good guys around they always fell for her friends. There were many other hurts in her life that played into the lies she was believing as well. She was a born again Christian, but she didn’t understand spiritual warfare. She didn’t understand that she could put on the full armor of God and fight the enemy.
10 Finally, be strong in the Lord and in the strength of his might. 11 Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. 12 For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. 13 Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. 14 Stand therefore, having fastened on the belt of truth, and having put on the breastplate of righteousness, 15 and, as shoes for your feet, having put on the readiness given by the gospel of peace. 16 In all circumstances take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming darts of the evil one; 17 and take the helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, 18 praying at all times in the Spirit, with all prayer and supplication. To that end keep alert with all perseverance, making supplication for all the saints, (Ephesians 6:10-18)
She also didn’t fully understand grace. Oh, she knew she was lost had it not been for Jesus dying for her, but she still thought there were so many things she had to do to be good enough. She thought she wanted freedom from her addiction, but deep down she didn’t really. She didn’t know how to live without it. What would she do when the loneliness came? Wouldn’t life be boring without those hours of escape to her immoral fantasy world? Although she had taken that first step to believing in Jesus, she was not sold out completely to Him. She wasn’t willing to give it all to Him.
This secret life kept on, and at the age of 23 she left the Amish church. She still lived at home, but oh the freedom that car brought her! She found new friends. Some of those friends would be the ones that would be there to help her when she finally fell flat on her face almost 6 years later. With the new friends it was also increasingly more difficult keeping the façade intact of being the “good” little Christian girl because many of them seemed to be far more “godly” than her. As the years went by she also became more obsessed with proving her worth to people. She still didn’t understand that she was believing Satan’s lies and that those lies were the driving force behind her determination. She had a good job and was good at what she did. Her determination to prove she was worth something also made her difficult to work with.
At the age of 25 she had saved up enough to put a down payment on a house of her own. She bought it and moved out. Living on her own only gave her more freedom to continue in her addiction. She only made sure to keep her secret fantasy world hidden in her drawers. That first winter God brought a study group to her that would be the beginning of what would eventually change her life. It was a group of girls studying the book Captivating by Stasi Eldridge. In the beginning the concept of a loving God that was pursuing her was so foreign to her. In her mind He was a God just waiting for her to mess up again. As she kept going with the study she finally was able to understand some of the hurts and pain in her life. She even began to understand her addiction and the things she loved more than she loved Jesus, but she continued to hide them. She had come to love and trust the other girls like she had never loved and trusted anyone before, but she was convinced they could not love her if they really knew the truth about her. At the end of the book she really strongly felt God calling her into certain places. Jesus continued to pursue her in her weaknesses. The patterns of the years continued on for the next 4 years. Throughout all those years she always justified what she was doing by arguing with the voices in her head that she could read and watch all that garbage, but when it came right down to it she would know right from wrong. She knew sex outside of marriage was wrong. She believed it was wrong with all her heart. In fact, she was very judgmental of people that fell. In her heart she vowed she would never do that! It had been quite some time ago she had vowed in her heart never to marry, but really, it was only to protect her heart in the only way she knew how. Through Captivating Jesus began a work in her heart to tear down those walls. Through the next few years her hunger for more of Jesus grew and He continued to bring healing to many areas of her life, and as much as she wanted to give everything to Him, she felt powerless to do so. She still didn’t fully understand the grip Satan had on her life. By the time she turned 29 Jesus had brought enough healing into her life that the desire to get married was back. She learned it had never really been gone. She was just in denial of the deepest longings of her heart.
That fateful winter she met a man and the physical attraction was instant. This would begin a 3 month long distance relationship that would end in much hurt and regret, but also redemption. She was unable to resist his physical advances. She had filled her mind with way too many fantasies, and had no idea how to resist the temptation. Somehow God saved her from giving up her virginity to this man, but just barely. It was only by the grace of God. It ended in a crash. It was doomed from the beginning. It felt like her life was over. She was flooded with shame and guilt. It was there at her lowest point she finally truly cried out to God for answers. He gave her some very clear ones, and she was finally willing to give Him everything if He would only show her how.  It was like she could actually hear Him audibly speak to her. He told her she had a spirit of immorality on her life. She believed it immediately because it all made sense. The powerlessness she had always felt to resist the temptation of feeding her addiction. It was stronger than temptation, it was a draw that rendered her powerless. It finally made sense to her. It was a spirit. A bondage. For her it required opening her heart up to some dear friends that could help her walk through it. It was most of the same group of girls that had been in her first study group 4 years earlier, that she turned to for help. It took her about a month after God’s revelation to be honest and ask for help to renounce this spirit from her life. Awe, it was so sweet! No condemnation! Just unconditional love and acceptance for where she was at. True compassion. No judgment. As they lead her in a prayer to renounce this bondage she had been living under for 20 long years she felt a true peace for the first time in her life. For the first time in her life the girl felt like she had nothing to hide! She felt like a ton of bricks had been lifted off of her. It opened up a new hunger and longing to pursue Jesus with all of her heart. The barriers were gone!

Somehow, my testimony came out in story form and I choose to leave it as it is. Raw and just the way the God gave it to me to write. My story does not end there. Through my own experience God has given me a longing to help other women that may be struggling in the same way. If my story can touch and change one life it is worth putting it out there for others to read. Even as I write it the enemy is telling me people will not look at me the same again. That I really shouldn’t share it. In the 4.5 years I have been walking in freedom the enemy continues to try to trip me up with temptation. He knows my weakness. He knows I am tempted most when I feel lonely. God knows that too and has been faithful in bringing the kind of friends I need into my life. But the only Person that can truly keep me from loneliness is Jesus. What I have discovered about myself is that when I get my focus off of Jesus, when I am not fully relying on Him for my identity, when I ignore pursuing intimacy with Jesus the loneliness sets in. When that loneliness sets in I search for ways to fill that ache, but in the end only Jesus can fill it. I could never experience truly fulfilling and close relationships with other women until I learned to find my worth in Jesus alone. In Christ alone all hope is found. I am no longer trying to prove I am the “good” Christian girl. I am a woman Redeemed, Rescued, and Captivated by Jesus!

I am Redeemed - Big Daddy Weave

Thursday, January 1, 2015

I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the waters to create many ripples. -Mother Teresa


As I reflect on 2014 and look on to 2015, I am truly thankful that I can say with certainty I am not the same person I was at the beginning of 2014. 

2014 was a year of difficulty, growth, stretch marks, loss, joy, blessing, learning to live with food sensitivities, experiencing many new things, meeting amazing new people, stepping out of my comfort zone, learning to trust Jesus to be the Perfect Gentleman and leading me in the Dance Of Life, giving me a longing for heaven beyond what I could imagine....
....someday....someday....I get to go Home...but not yet...........not yet. 
I still have work to do.

Today, I will look into the past only to find healing, to find meaning for the future. I do not look into the past to mourn what might have been. I do not deny the past either. Everything that happens to me, to all of us, happens for a reason. Every moment, every breath, counts. I have faced the stark reality that God has preordained every breath and every moment. I have stared physical death in the face. I have come to realize I am living on borrowed time. God's time. He has given me the gift of opportunity to live life for Him, with Him. He doesn't need me to fulfill what He came to do, but He wants me...
I don't want to miss out on a single adventure He invites me to. Today I pray for and long for the courage I will need to trust Him completely as He leads me on the rest of my journey of life. To look at the future with excitement, not apprehension. To let go of fear. 
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Psalm 90:12

As I look back to 2014 I see that I could write a book about it, not just a blog. I will pick out the highlights, the moments of rest, the learning experiences. 

Early 2014 found me going to several mini Irish concerts with friends. A breath of fresh air in the bleakness of winter. :) A few of the earthly loves I allow unashamedly into my life are coffee, dark chocolate, and good Irish music...pretty much in that order. 
me, Jen, and our Irish men :)

During this time I was also preparing myself for my session at the single women's seminar I was doing with a few dear friends. To pass on to others what God had been teaching me. To give hope for healing. As I spoke on that cold wintry day in February to a roomful of close to a 100 dear souls I sensed a special anointing and freedom on my lips that I had never felt before. I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that God was speaking through me and that I was not to fear my reputation. Realizing my need for utter dependence on Jesus. He alone was my strength that day. It was such an honor to give a special day full of hope, healing, encouragement, fellowship, chocolate, and flowers to a lovely bunch of sweet souls. Once again learning that giving of myself brings further healing to my heart, my soul.
 a small snippet of the many special touches by Esther Stutzman

                                    
In April I got to move into my new office at work, complete with a special new desk on an electrical lift. When I am tired of sitting I can raise it and stand for a while! I have loved transitioning into my position of full time accounting/payroll. Yes, it is a weighty position, but I find it less stressful overall, and have been so blessed by it. I am still learning to be more efficient in keeping finances separate and straight for 4 companies. I enjoy the challenges of it. April also marked my 13th year with the company. I continue to thank God for His faithfulness in giving me great people to work for as well as amazing co-workers, or should I say adopted family? 

2014 was also a year of loss of loved ones for my family. My dad's brother Mony passed away. My mom's brother-in law Les, and her 2 brothers Andy and Paul. I lost 4 uncles in the space of a few short months. I regret that I did not know 3 of them very well at all. I knew Les much better and always saw him as a gentle soul. He had a quiet strength about him that I loved. He had a deep faith in God. He teased me in a way that made me feel special. It was also stark reality that my parents are getting older and someday I will have to release them to eternity as well.

At the end of July Mom and Dad & John Mark and Martha hosted the weekend Coblentz (mom's family) at their place. When the Coblentzes get together there is lots of food, coffee, laughter, coffee, reminiscing, coffee
the remaining originals


As August rolled around there were many things on my mind and heart. As the time for the Captivating retreat came closer I sensed a longing to serve as a volunteer on work crew, and began half-heartedly praying about it. It was also during this time I began feeling the nudging to make some moves to bring a speaker in to do what I thought was going to be a women's conference. I sent two emails in one day, not trusting God for a yes from one... Lesson learned. I contacted Shannon Ethridge and Dannah Gresh's office. Long story short, instead of a women's conference in the fall I ended up with a teen girls and mothers event in November! Way beyond what I asked for but exactly what God had in mind. In the middle of all of this I was tempted with a very enticing offer. I had entered a drawing for a free Celtic Thunder cruise. One day I got a letter in the mail from Celtic Thunder. Curious, I opened it to discover I had won, not quite free, but almost! I began scheming and dreaming of ways to ensure Jen and I could go. It was not to be. God said no. He said He had something better for me. I have learned in the past few months He had several "something betters" for me! You, see the cruise would have been just a week before the Get Lost event with Dannah. As I gave up on the cruise I was filled with an incredible peace, as I knew I had made the right decision at the Holy Spirit's prompting.

At the end of August I flew out to Denver, CO to meet up with my sister Sharon, who had driven on her own from Washington. The plan was to drive home the rest of the way with her after spending a few days in the Colorado Springs area. God had other plans. He alone orders our steps, the very breath we take. 
After spending the day at Pikes Peak and The Garden of the Gods, eating at Texas T-bone in The Springs, we were headed about an hour southwest to my cousin James and Carolyn's for the night. It was just getting dark, around 8:45, and we were driving along unhurriedly. I was in the passenger's seat, very relaxed, unconcerned. Suddenly I felt a crash. I was confused. What was going on? We flew through the air. We rolled. We bumped. The side airbags had deployed so I couldn't see anything. I didn't even know we were rolling. I couldn't figure out why my face was so close to the dash, then the center console, then what seemed like the floor. I was sure we were going to die. My life flashed before my eyes. I wondered if I had done enough for God's Kingdom? I remember thinking, "if I haven't, it's too late now." In that moment I gave my soul up to die. It was a resignation. I could see my sister scrunched down over the steering wheel. I heard her make whimpering sounds. In that moment and in my mind, I felt fear for her and silently begged God not to let her die. Something changed, we were no longer rolling, but rather spinning. I was suspended above her. I felt like I was in a tunnel. Sharon started asking me if I was alright. I couldn't answer, but I felt relief because I knew she was alive. I was in shock. My body felt nothing. No pain. I saw blood on what I thought was the floor, but later learned was the roof. I freaked out, thinking it was Sharon's blood. It was mine, but I didn't feel it. People on the scene got us out in a matter of 5 minutes. James and Carolyn were there in about 45 minutes. In all my confusion my first thought was contacting them. They were agents of God during the next few days. Taking us into their home and caring for us. Blessing us in ways they will never know. I only hope that someday I can do the same for someone. We ended up flying home. The following weeks were hard. I knew people were expecting me to be praising God I was alive, but I didn't feel it. In some ways I wished I had died. I couldn't explain it to people. During that time I myself didn't understand that I had given my soul and spirit up to die. 

A few days before the crash I had gotten accepted as a volunteer to the Captivating Retreat, found a reasonable airline ticket and purchased it, and was making plans to go in October. I had told them I was in good physical condition and that I could easily lift 50 pounds. After the accident, I had many bruised ligaments in my back and neck, and started treatment to heal those. (Another thing that I was never going to do!) My chiropractor told me I should email the retreat and tell them what had happened. I didn't want to because I was so sure they would say they couldn't take me with a bad back. They told me that they prayed about it and were not sensing that I should give it up. I decided to go. I also knew that if I hadn't already purchased those tickets before I would have given up on it. God's hand was on me and in everything. 

Plans and details were getting ironed out for the November event with Dannah. My heart wasn't in it anymore. I was struggling just to try to live. Satan tried to get me to give it up. During this time I still thought I was doing a women's conference in January. I felt overwhelmed. Every day God gave me the strength I needed to get through the day, to do what I needed to do. Every day Satan told me I wasn't doing enough. That I couldn't do it. That I needed to just give it up. That I was a failure. That God had allowed the accident to stop me from doing these things. Some days I believed him. I was in physical pain. The battle made me look forward to the Captivating Retreat even more. Deep down in my heart I knew God was going to bring healing to me there. That I was in a battle and that He was going to be glorified in it. 

October 8 FINALLY came! It was with fear and anticipation that I arrived at Denver and met up with a few other volunteers to drive the two hours up to the mountains in Fraser. I really didn't know what to expect. Terry and Ginger made me feel so welcome and some of the fear eased. We shopped a bit and then headed up the mountains. Through this experience I met some of the sweetest Jesus girls ever. Women whose hearts longed for more of Jesus. Women who lovingly encouraged me to say no to doing things that my back couldn't handle. It was a weekend of learning to lay down my pride. Of learning that I didn't have to prove that I couldn't handle just as much as anyone else. 
my sweet work crew
There were duties to perform, but I also got to experience all of the sessions as well. One of the highlights was when God came to me in such a real way at the end of the first session on Friday. It was so unexpected. It was during a clip of Gladiator that God spoke to me so clearly. He said, "I will see you again, but not yet." It was so real it shook me to the very core of my being. It overwhelmed me to tears. I asked Him why not yet. He told me I still have work to do. I fought it. It was through that time He also showed me that I needed to learn to live again. To take my soul back, so to speak. To be fully present, fully engaged with what He asked me to do. He gave me some specifics, but they are intimate details in my relationship with Jesus. It was also a promise unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I knew I was saved, but actually having the promise that I will see Jesus again someday, but not yet has done something for my soul I simply cannot put into words. I hear songs about heaven and feel the tears come. I long for heaven like never before. I have been told I am reacting like "old people" when they are nearing the end of their life. I know I am, but it's okay. Through this I have a daily reminder that I have a short time to do all that God has called me to do while I'm waiting for heaven. The last morning I took a walk in the moonlight and God gave me the gift of a heart shaped tree stump. It was like a seal on the weekend of healing for my soul I had experienced. A gift of love...
 
You take this heart and breathe it back to life...

scenery that romances my very soul

I came back home that Monday, October 13 with a new passion for life. A new passion to serve God out of love for Him. For all He had done for me. For saving my soul. I was experiencing gratitude as I had never experienced before. I was also down to 4 short weeks to finalize all details for The Get Lost event with Dannah. God had given me an amazing support team of friends. Dora, Jen, Ileen, and Martha, I could not have done it without you. Also John Mast from the Bargain Hunter and his daughter Maryssa for the advertising. Tickets started selling. I had a new peace knowing that God had brought me this far in it and He was going to take care of all the details. Satan was still trying to get me down tho. I did come to the point tho where I realized I had to postpone the January event and put my whole heart and all my concentration into this event. In my mind I thought we might sell 300-450 tickets if we were lucky (we had a limit of 600) I didn't trust God enough to think He would bring a sellout crowd. Oh I bet He enjoyed that one! About 10 days out I upped the number in my mind to about 500 and started looking for more prayer volunteers! Monday morning (6 days before), I realized we were going to have a sellout and started searching more seriously. We were sold out by Thursday morning, and could have sold lots more. God provided all the volunteers I needed. In fact He brought some women that I didn't know at all, but anticipate having long and deep friendships with. The long awaited day finally arrived. Satan tried to take me out early in the day, but by afternoon I was okay and relying and trusting in God again. There was such a feeling of peace and anointing on that place that day. Jesus was there. It was an incredible experience. Sealed by God. I loved it. I felt so alive. I knew I was exactly where God wanted me that day. I wanted to hop on that bus with the team when they left. I will be forever grateful for Grace Mennonite's generosity for letting me use their venue for the event and Wes Miller for his support and help throughout the event. I loved getting to spend time with Dannah's team. I was inspired by the passion they have to do what God has called them to do. To get a glimpse behind the scenes and see how un-glamorous life spent as a touring ministry can be. I go to events and conferences and only see what goes on on the stage. I have a new admiration and respect for all people in touring ministry. That being said, I hope this event was only the first of many I get to be a part of.
Dannah and I...love this amazing woman of God

The rest of 2014 was very uneventful for the most part. Without anything major going on in my life, and hardly any physical pain I found myself getting lazy in keeping up my relationship with Jesus. I am so thankful that Jesus never moves, that He's always there waiting for me whenever I move away from Him. I even started doubting that it was really Him that was speaking to me in Colorado. Yesterday I suddenly felt such a hunger to dig back into His Word and started reading "randomly." He took me to John 17:22 So also you have sorrow now, BUT I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, and your hearts will rejoice, and no one will take your joy from you. These words were meant for his disciples all those years ago, but they were also meant for me just when I needed them. God is always right on time even when it doesn't feel like it.
He is showing me that the big thing I need to work on in the new year is discipline. Discipline in all areas of my life, but specifically:
  • my time spent with God
  • my time spent with people
  • my time spent on Kingdom things
  • my time spent in leisure
  • my finances
  • my work
  • sleep
  • exercise
In 2015, I want to be completely open to wherever God leads me. To not be so set in my own plans that if He changes them I will go, knowing full well that where He calls me He will provide and care for me. It is with a changed heart and perspective on life that I say "Thank you God for the trials and the joys of 2014!" I am excited to see what 2015 holds for me. 
Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. James 4:14