Trading “Failures” for “Setbacks” – How God Spoke to Me Through Hillary’s Concession Speech

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I’m a mess of emotions lately. Today is actually pretty good so far – I’m not anxious or down or terrified about the future. But just 3 days ago I was all of those things, and I’ve been swinging up and down emotionally for months now.

There are some legit reasons for this roller-coaster ride. For one thing, I recently turned forty-five, and I’ve noticed that my friends of similar ages seem to be spazzing out a little too with all the hormonal shifts. So that’s comforting. And being a mom of three while also running a nonprofit is justifiably challenging at times. Especially as we head toward fundraising season and the pressures of meeting our financial goals.

When you throw in a few recent disappointments, and the emotional distress of beating myself up about them, it can start to feel like life is too much. And I’m too little.

Luckily God is big. And he sometimes speaks in unexpected ways.

Yesterday I watched Hillary Clinton deliver an incredibly gracious, dignified and even inspiring concession speech to her supporters and to our country. I studied her body language and facial expressions as she spoke, and found evidence of strength and humility I didn’t expect. There was even a bit of tenderness in her demeanor, as she nearly teared up a few times acknowledging what she admitted was an incredibly painful experience.

And then she said something that reminded me that all truth is God’s truth…

“I’ve had successes, and I’ve had setbacks,” Hillary told the crowd in an impassioned voice, encouraging her supporters from the depths of her bruised heart. “This loss hurts, but please never stop believing that fighting for what’s right is worth it.”

While Hillary and I may disagree on what’s “right” for our country, her words challenged me deeply, especially the first part of that statement. So often I face the disappointments of life from a shame-based posture, viewing them as “failures” caused by some devastating flaw in me rather than “setbacks” allowed by an all-knowing, ever-loving God as he works according to an economy so much different than my own.

But “setback” really is the better word-choice.

While failures weigh us down, setbacks remind us that there is something ahead, worthy of our continued pursuit. Because fighting for what is right IS worth it, not just for a politician, but for all of us, especially those who claim to know a power greater than any human, a love more enduring than time itself.

So today I will deal with hormonal shifts as they may come, but I won’t contribute to the emotional distress they cause by ruminating about my so-called failures. If God is big enough to speak through a candidate I didn’t vote for, he’s big enough to help me keep pressing on toward his purpose for my life.

And that’s just what I’m gonna do.

One mood swing at a time…

 

No More Hiding in the Weeds

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Being busy has its benefits. When I’m traveling a lot, like I have this past month, its an easy excuse for not responding to emails in a timely manner, or for saying no to social invitations. It gives me a reason to miss church on Sundays, to skip posting on this blog on Thursdays, and to avoid pretty much anything I don’t feel like doing.

Which right now is a lot of things.

Weary of the responsibilities on my shoulders and scared about so many aspects of the future, I am in a season right now of wishing the world would just stop spinning for a bit so I could curl up in my bed with a good book and not come out for awhile.

There’s a clinical word for what I’m experiencing: depression. Low grade depression, I find myself wanting to clarify. But it doesn’t matter what type of depression it is or whether I fiercely resist the idea in the first place, it is what it is. And so the question before me is not so much “What?” but “What now?”

God’s answer seems clear: Slow down. Be present. Even – and especially – to the pain you’ve been too busy to feel.

The pain of losing the book deal.

The pain of learning I’d made a huge ministry branding mistake.

The pain of watching others stand on stages I thought I’d be standing on by now.

The pain of budgets not going according to plan.

These are some of my most recent “pains” – experiences I’ve walked through in just the past five months. But it’s what’s underneath – a lifetime of wounds that shape how I medicate new ones – that needs the most attention.

The pain of being the last one picked.

The pain of being forgotten.

The pain of being alone.

Being busy has been a great way to avoid spending time with my pain. It has also made it hard for me to hold others accountable when they hurt me out of their own busyness. As someone intimately acquainted with a schedule that feels out of control, I can objectively understand their lack of care for my need to be seen. To be heard. To be known. Most of the time I’m not even willing to ask for their time.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t need it.

“It’d be easier hiding in the weeds, away from people, away from pain,” my friend Laura told me recently. And she’s right. My busyness has often been a buffer between me and the pain I’m scared to face, even as it is an easy excuse to avoid asking for the help I need.

It’s a self-perpetuating cycle which can only be stopped intentionally.

So these days I’m trying to be more intentional about speaking up when I feel hurt, and about challenging my own tendency to excuse my lack of care based on the constraints of my task list.

These days I’m trying to be willing to interrupt someone’s busyness when I need them so that they can see me. Because God says I’m worthy to be seen. And because they need me to see them too. The REAL them, with real pain just like mine, even if they’re too caught up in their own busyness to see it.

There can be no more hiding in the weeds for me.

Not if I want to be free.

Surrendering the Idol in My Pocket

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“I can see there are ‘pockets’ in you that need healing,” my counselor told me during our first visit three weeks ago. It was good news, actually. I’ve done a lot of recovery work over the years and at this point I’d rather have pockets of problems than be wearing a full-blown bodysuit of brokenness.

Progress…

The first pocket we’ve been emptying is shame. Specifically, shame related to feeling like I’ve let down someone I respect – a small yet important distinction.

The truth is, I don’t care what everyone thinks. As an author, speaker and ministry leader, I’ve heard lots of negative things about myself over the years from people who think I’m too outspoken, too aggressive, too thin, too busy, too fill-in-the-blank for their liking. It kinda goes with the territory.

And while I don’t love criticism, I’ve learned to shrug it off, especially when it comes from someone I don’t deem “worthy” of my respect. Unattractive as that sounds, I know I’m not alone in employing this pain-management utility. There are simply certain people we care more about impressing than others.

People we think can deliver the greatness we long for…

It’s in all of us, I believe, this desire to do something great. To be significant. To make a lasting imprint. We should desire these things because we’ve been created in God’s image, and he is nothing if not great, significant and lasting.

Like those who fashion idols out of wood, however, we’ve made talismans of people we think have the power to greenlight our future, or to stop it cold if we make one wrong move. When we lose their affirmation, our pockets fill with shame and fear, suffocating our hope that we will ever experience the greatness we were hard-wired to crave.

No man is worthy of such worship.

For those who have answered the call of Christ, laying down our idol of man’s approval is the key to the greatness we seek. We are most alive, and most powerful for the kingdom, when we disregard what is popular and choose to walk fully in God’s divine purpose and call for our lives.

The call to speak truth without compromise.

The call to love without being loved in return.

The call to risk rejection for what is right.

When we lean into the call before us, we become more of who we were created to be. More of who we want to be. And we remember God’s truth, that no man is big enough to silence our voices, and no idol can get in the way of what God wants to do next.

As long as we don’t keep it in our pocket.

 

 

Disappointment Through a Different Lens

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I had my first counseling appointment in five years yesterday. It was time. Maybe even a little overdue.

If you know me outside of my work at FINDINGbalance, you know the last few months have brought some unexpected disappointments, not to mention the usual distress I experience each summer when my kids are out of school and my normal routine is tossed out the window.

Don’t get me wrong – I love my kids. But God wired me to thrive in seasons of quiet productivity. Which means I need an extra dose of his grace during seasons of unpredictability and chaos.

Make that a triple-shot…

So it was hard to know if my frequent unkindness toward my husband, followed by my out-of-character tears when we talked about it, were due to the normal stresses of summer, the cancellation of my book deal, the discovery that the logo we’ve used for the past 8 years at my nonprofit was triggering to a large portion of our audience, or some other underlying issue I needed to dig into.

Or maybe just a combination of everything.

What was clear was that I was unhappy, and my distress was creating ripples of unhappiness around me. Which wasn’t fair – or loving – to anyone.

“Maybe it’s time you get some counseling,” A.J. said to me one night.

It wasn’t a bad idea.

I’ve done enough recovery work over the years to know that asking for help is one of the very best ways to love ourselves toward a richer understanding of God’s movement in our lives. But I was also worried about finances, and especially about how I was going to find the “right” person to walk with me through this season. 

Given the work I do, let’s just say someone’s got to be pretty UH-mazing if they’re going to help me move beyond all the stuff I already know.

Luckily, God is more amazing than I am.

“We’ve actually met before,” said my new counselor at the top of our call yesterday. Even though I didn’t remember having met in person, God had apparently orchestrated that little moment eleven months and two thousand miles from our first official Skype appointment.

Of course he had.

By the end of our call, God had made himself known in other ways, too, and I was overcome by his goodness to me. By his love for me. By the hope of his promises to me – promises so meaningful they are worth the hard work of pursuing their fulfillment. And even the painful trials along the way.

This is the power of good counsel; it transforms our view of disappointments from jagged little pills to necessary growing pains. In times of disappointment we are reminded we must once again let go of our self-reliance and reach out for new life that only exists ahead of where we’ve grown comfortable being.

Because if we’re not growing, we’re dying.

I have fresh hope today. Even as I cringe at the thought of the “shame timeline” assignment I’ve been tasked with before next week’s appointment, I’m excited to see what God reveals through this process. Because I know more than ever that the tough stuff I’m wrestling through has a divine purpose.

Which totally changes everything.

And we know that God causes everything to work together for the good of those who love God and are called according to his purpose for them. – Romans 8:28

 

Don’t Overlook Significance

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I didn’t expect a holy revelation this morning, especially not inside a sterile medical clinic. I was there with my twelve-year-old son Asher, who needed a sports physical for Cross Country.

It wasn’t where I wanted to be, today being “writing day” and all. But the sorrow in his eyes last night upon learning he would miss his first meet today without proper paperwork nudged me past my selfish tendencies. “I’ll take you in the morning,” I told him, knowing it was the right thing to do, even if not the most convenient.

And it was there, my son up on the exam table, the doctor listening to him breathe in and out as she moved her stethoscope around his small body, that something unexpected happened.

He smiled.

It wasn’t a huge smile, more like a shy grin. But I know my son, and I knew that the gentle curve of his lips as he quietly participated in this most basic exercise was evidence of something good happening inside his typically guarded heart.

He felt significant.

In that moment, my son was unquestionably the sole object of another human’s interest. There were no other siblings competing for attention, no distractions of screens or other activity. Just an earnest, skilled person giving my son her full attention. His subtle smile was evidence of the uncommon pleasure he felt.

Sitting there watching, I couldn’t help wondering how overlooked he must feel much of the time, at home, at school, at church… So many other kids, conversations and chaos happening all around him; so little of it directed toward seeing, knowing, the heart of who he is. Of who God created him to be. And it struck me that most of us feel this same lack of significance as we rush through our days, jumping from one thing to the next, fighting to rise above the fray and make our voices heard.

So we can stand out.

So we can be noticed.

So we can feel significant.

For all our striving, however, we can’t assign significance to ourselves. True significance is only experienced in the context of relationship. It is when someone else chooses to see us, to listen to us, to question us, to affirm us, that we begin to believe we really matter.

Our Heavenly Father has already assigned to us the ultimate significance, in creating us and then saving us through the sacrifice of his son, Jesus. We are beyond significant to God. As his image-bearers, we are called to embrace this truth to the best of our ability. We are also called to share it with others. Which means we must be intentional about celebrating the significance of the precious people God puts in our lives.

“Do you ever feel overlooked?” I asked Asher as we headed back to school.

“I don’t know what you mean by that,” he replied, clearly suspicious that this conversation might be headed somewhere he didn’t feel like going right then. So I changed tack.

“Would you like more one-on-one time with me?” I asked.

“Maybe,” he answered.

And then he looked out the window.

And smiled.