A limitless love

I’m not a parent so I can’t and wont pretend to know what it is like to be one. I cannot know.

But, what I can and do know, is what it has been like for me to be parented by God Almighty via Jesus Christ. Like all relationships, the more time we spend in someone’s presence, the more we get to know them and discover about them. It is no different in our relationship with God. Having known him for twenty years I now know more about him than I ever have before.

Because of what I have learned, I am committed to continuing to learn about and from God. I have discovered there is nothing more challenging, liberating, amusing or plain enlivening. He is always seeking ways to show himself and speak to us but we’re often too distracted, busy or worried to notice his efforts. (At least, I know I am!) Or, he says something we don’t want to hear so we ignore it in favour of listening to those who will massage our egos, by only telling us what we want to hear! This is great if we wish to stay stuck, not so much if we are seeking the wisdom of God to help us move forward! We choose!

And, he is a God who is available to us all, every moment of every day. He is not a parent who ever turns us away despite the number of other children he has! He is with us 100% of the time whether it feels or looks like it, or not. And his heart is so far above our flawed, selfish hearts that God genuinely welcomes us, with whatever we have in our hearts. He never requires us to hide the hurts or emotions in our hearts that we may have been taught to feel ashamed or afraid of.

God made us; so he sees, knows and welcomes all that we house in our hearts. Especially the ugly emotions! He knows that these cause the most damage when we keep them inside. The latest research shows that unaddressed mental and emotional health impacts our immune systems. This leaves us more vulnerable to the attacks of sickness and disease, that none of us are exempt from. (Read The body keeps the score, by Bessel Van de Kolk, When the body says no, Gabor Mate, if interested in knowing more.)

In these stressful days where the privatisation of the NHS is already happening whether we want it to or not, many are only able to access the health care they need if they can afford to pay privately. Where does this leave those of who cannot afford to take this route?

I remind myself that God Almighty remains above, beyond and within those, under-pressure, yet still delivering what they can, members of the NHS workforce.

When I could not access the help I needed for peri/trauma/long covid/burnout/neurodivergence assessment, for three long, hard years, God sustained me. It didn’t feel like it at the time as my prayers felt stuck on repeat,

“Help me, heal me, help me, heal me. Purleeeaaaase help me, heal me.’

But eventually my pain eased enough for me to see that God was surrounding me with masses of amazing human beings who have loved and supported me – it is these people that I call ‘family’ and who have bought me through, when the NHS couldn’t.

I thank God that after three years, I found an excellent Gp who is now walking me through these health challenges.

Just this week, I have heard numerous people speak of their health issues which have been exacerbated by an inability to access health care, without going private. And even then, some people are still struggling to find medical professionals with the appropriate training or knowledge to address their health issues. Health really is critical to our quality and experience of life.

It would seem to me, biased as I am when it comes to twenty years lived experience of Jesus, that it is has never been more important to recognise that praying to God Almighty is not merely a last option, but one beyond waiting lists or insufficient resources.

The ability and invitation to pray in the name of Jesus remains open to every single one of us. And the God who hears, sees, knows and responds to every need of the human heart, does not ration or restrict our ability to approach him. He is the God and parent who welcomes us coming to him for his help, every time and without exception.

While I do not know what it is to be a parent, I have observed that healthy parenting involves trying to be available to meet a child’s needs, whether emotional, mental, physical or spiritual. We’re not plants so the food, water and shelter approach is not enough.

I take my hats off to parents for attempting such a feat on top of every other part of adulting. And there is no more important job than parenting in creating internal safety and esteem – no parent needs to be perfect as ruptures are inevitable but the working through of these is critical. It is essential to own struggles and ask for help where necessary. It seems insane that parents are not taught how to parent, despite it being the most important role a human can ever play in the life of a child. Those training courses that do exist are key.

But, even with the best will in the world, all of us humans, parents or not, have limitations.

God has no limits when it comes to loving us.

He calls us to have boundaries and to live within them for our own protection and wellbeing. However, God does not limit our calls to him – he hears and responds to every call and cry of the human heart. This does not mean he gives us everything we want, when or how we want it. He puts boundaries on our behaviour because he is not afraid to tell us no, when something is not healthy for us. But he never turns us away or dismisses our call for help. He comes to our aid every time, although not necessarily in our timing or in the way we want or expect! But he always responds.

There is no limit to how often we call out to him or how much help we ask him for. When we call upon the name of Jesus, for help with how we manage and respond to the challenges we face and on behalf of those we love (and some we don’t!), he comes running. He can’t not. This is who he is.

The bottom line is that every single one of us GOES through crap, but God Almighty offers us his helping hand to GROW through it and come out stronger, wiser and kinder.

That’s something I’m always going to ask for large portions of. And when we receive something in life, God’s help, that is wonderful beyond our human ability to comprehend it, I will always want to share it.

So, it gives me great joy to offer prayer to you via the prayer box in Bites & Breezes. You don’t need me to pray for you though, as you can cut out the middle woman and go straight to God yourself.

Please do – he’s a total legend with a sense of humour way superior to any of ours. If you like laughs, call upon the name of Jesus. But, be warned that sometimes the joke is on us!!  And sometimes these truths of God’s can evoke an ouch or two, but always his truths bring a freedom that bs never will!

Thanking God for …

This has been a difficult week but like all weeks, one in which God has given me much to be thankful for. The unexpected sunshine for a start! Something September does not guarantee to deliver so each additional day of it, is a treat to be savoured. For me this meant the joy and freedom of cycling to my health club instead of driving. And even eating meals outside – I love to be outside without being rained/snowed on, or frozen.

On Tuesday I took delivery of a stunning, red leather settee and chaise. Wow! I didn’t even know I needed these until I walked in to the charity shop that was selling them! I’ve been reclaiming my house throughout this year, when health has allowed. In addition to increasing comfort levels wherever and however possible, I am increasing colour levels!  Out with the beige and in with the bold, bright and beautiful colours!  I love these. And I had the privilege of praying the life and love of Jesus over the delivery driver.

On Wednesday night when I joined the local Menopause café, I got to see the beautiful, beaming smile of a good friend, have a hug and learn some new facts. A hattrick of things that I love.

Yesterday, while making the most of the sunshine, I took myself out in to the green open spaces that I am surrounded by. Here I bumped in to some members of my Christian family who I was able to pray with. Further along on my walk, I was greeted by the stunning sight of the last of the sunflowers. Beautiful!

Last night, I did a radio interview with a fabulous neighbour of almost thirty years ago and friend ever since! I asked Jesus to help us flow and … we flowed! I was able to share the learning from my 50thspeech as to how a strong faith in Jesus combined with a loving family, helps us to turn all crap in to fertiliser for growth! This week has offered a steep learning curve accompanied by some growing pains and powerful learning to carry forward.

I’ve been a member of my health club for four weeks now. Each week when I step on the body mass measuring machine, it tells me what my percentage of muscle mass and fat mass are. The muscle has been on a consistent upward trajectory, where the fat mass has been on a consistent downward trajectory. I have been hugely encouraged to see that my efforts have been paying off here.

However, today when I stepped on the machine, my muscle mass was back down to my original start point and my body fat has increased. I was disappointed by this but not entirely surprised given the volume of stress and subsequent struggle to stomach food that this week has involved.

Oh well, I consoled myself with the knowledge that what I have lost in physical muscle mass, I have gained in spiritual muscle!!

And the biggest gift of the week to thank God for is the huge, loving, wise, truthful family who have loved, supported, prayed for me and confirmed God’s directive to me throughout the whole week – that’s pure gold right there.

I am thanking God for the opportunity to consolidate the learning of the past three years/a lifetime, by applying it to the recent challenge. There is always a gift of growth in every stinking, steaming pile of crap!

Fam-i-lee

According to the online Encyclopaedia substitute that is Google, one of the definitions for the word Family is …

“ … all the descendants of a common ancestor…’

That means you, me and us. Somewhere along the line.

Family is the foundation upon which our relational templates are created. However, all too often the word family brings up associations of heartache/estrangements/bereavement/loss/misunderstandings/illness and all the other crap that relationships can bring.

Family is everything. It is nearly impossible to have a conversation that does not involve the subject of family. We are surrounded by signs that speak of family. Even house furnishings are full of slogans about family or even just couples. I don’t see house signs about how great it is to be single and not to have to fight over the sofa, the remote control, the menu, the washing up, the temperature or anything else. Or about how freeing it is to only have people you want to have in your house and to set your own time boundaries about when you want them to go!!  Perhaps I have identified a gap in the market!  If I didn’t already have about 8000 creative projects on the go, I may have followed this up!

Some of us have experienced abuse at the hands of our family. For us, the constant barrage of ‘what a blessing family are’, can feel like the slap around the chops that just keeps slapping. While no family is all good or all bad, but more a mix of somewhere in between, being constantly reminded that your family falls more into the unhealthy category is not always helpful.

Fortunately, at the age of fifty, I have been able to grow beyond my family experiences. I can now fully see and accept the incredible ‘family’ of people that God has surrounded me with over the past twenty years.

On Saturday, I celebrated my fiftieth party with many of the people who make up my present-day family. As I gave my speech, I looked out at this family of mine and I thought,

“Wow, what a beautiful, colourful, phenomenal family I have”.

And I thought of the quote that says it takes an entire village to raise a child. I realised that it has taken a huge and growing family of people who all started as strangers, to bring me through the worst three years of my adult life. In other words, it has taken a huge amount of people to love me through the lingering effects of the childhood abuse from my own family.

Within the context of family we can get hurt and we can get healed. If we are lucky, we experience both within the same family. But only when each party has the courage to own their part.

When we are unlucky in so far as we have family who cannot own their part, we may need to seek our healing within the context of family that exists way beyond the biological.

The way I see life is that God deals us all a set of cards; some we love and some we do not.

I did not enjoy the abusive atmosphere I grew up (it wasn’t all bad and there is much I am thankful for too), but God gave me a gift for going out into the world and connecting with people wherever I go.

Right from adolescence I met my best friend at junior school and spent as much time as possible at her home. It was full of people (she is one of seven siblings!), dogs, cockatiels and LIFE. I liked being there and I did not like being at my home. I am very grateful for her and for all the amazing family’s who followed, who have also embraced me.

It was the family in New Zealand who loved me so much, I wanted to find out about their Jesus, who subsequently became my Jesus! Living with them on their dairy farm in the middle of nowhere was like experiencing a personalised rehab program. I quit smoking, drinking and taking drugs and took up photographing flowers, baking cakes and singing for Jesus (and inhaling sugar so much I gained two stones!). Transformation!

I’ve since been part of four churches in the twenty years since I’ve known Jesus. I have lots of amazing memories and a few questionable ones! And they may say the same about me!

But now, at the age of fifty, I realise I have an incredible family made up of those who share my faith and those who don’t. I don’t need to surround myself with people who only look, sound and think like me (boring!). I love to meet and to learn from people who are different to me. Even within my incredible church family who have given me love and stability for the past sixteen years, we don’t necessarily share the same theology on all subjects. But in a healthy family, there is room for difference and disagreement.

I am very grateful for every member of my family – if their heart has touched mine, they are in my family.

I am also learning that not everyone belongs in my family. God is teaching me about boundaries – a key skill that you don’t learn in an abusive family. But my blossoming boundaries mean that if a person is behaving in a way I find questionable, I will put a different boundary in to guard my own heart and health! And if they don’t like that, that’s a ‘them problem’!

In this season, I am celebrating family … as the people who show up for me in my time of need as well as in my time of celebration.

I am so thankful for every member of my family and I will do all I can to support and celebrate each of them. I do have limitations and I am learning about boundaries as I need to be wise about protecting my energy, especially post burnout.

But, I have learned that the family we choose for ourselves and who choose us back are a two-way blessing. A win/lose is a lose for me. And my God is the God of the win/win. Wha-hey!