Wednesday, August 31, 2016
Today's pageview zip code
(except, I'm pretty sure that when Google maps takes me to just a point like this, it isn't really the zip code. Maybe I should say "location" instead.)
A great example for me
A fond memory
This morning I was thinking of my best memories of her daddy, and they're more about the kind of man he was. I know he was better as a father-in-law to me than he was as a dad to his sons, especially his oldest ones. He learned, though, and I know he regretted. Maybe that's why he was so gracious toward me, even though I'd hurt his baby girl and our family so deeply, when he saw that I was earnestly working to become healthy. But his understanding of grace and his willingness to apply it are my best memories of him.
Tuesday, August 30, 2016
A poor replacement
It occurs to me that this is a sad substitute for actual human interaction with the people I care about.
A challenging friend
I have many, many acquaintances. I have very, very few friends. I'd probably have more if I hadn't been so confused when I was younger, when I kept falling in love with them. (Yeah, since high school my closest friends have been women.)
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Monday, August 29, 2016
I hope that mistake doesn't get me fired!
Sunday, August 28, 2016
A memory from interior monologue
I always hoped, when we were kids, that she was sleeping through his expletive-laced tirades. After he died, I wanted for her to have warm memories of the joy he took in her before he became completely lost. But I learned before she died that she only remembered the scary, drunk version of dad. She didn't know she was once his pride and joy.
I continue to stand guard against other thought processes that would tend to make me more fully his son in ways that would not be good for anyone. Perhaps a good place to be more vigilant might be to nurture the greater gratitude that he never found for the blessings of my life, along with more patience when things don't go exactly as I'd like.
Tired again
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Saturday, August 27, 2016
If any of it is true
At any rate, his prayer, inspired during his life at the Abbey of Gethsemani - a place I love - includes the line: But I believe that the desire to please you does, in fact, please you.
I believe that the desire to please God cannot help but please God, because only the Holy Spirit inspires this desire within us. It comes from no other place. That isn't to say that all of the ways in which we try to please God are so divinely inspired; I think we misinterpret too many other voices' input as being from God. But I also believe that He still finds joy when we strive to do what we believe to be His will, even as His heart breaks for us when we misunderstand what that is.
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So much to pray for
That our oldest daughter's symptoms aren't as serious as they sound, and God will heal her from them. You know best Lord.
That God will heal our middle daughter's pinched nerve in her elbow, preferably without a surgery they can't afford even with their insurance. You know best, Lord.
That my wife's ear symptoms aren't caused by anything serious, that her back pain would be not pancreatitis again nor anything else serious, that she would be healed in every way that she needs. You know best, Lord.
That the work I must do today at the office instead of the other things I had planned would be productive and effective and bring glory to You. Especially, that You would make this thing that I have never done before come together.
That I will find more consistent joy in You and in this life You have provided me, remembering always that You know best, Lord.
Friday, August 26, 2016
Wake (tf) up
Seriously: that delusion shouldn't even be possible anymore, for over twenty years now.
Thursday, August 25, 2016
Ways friendships can be unhealthy
- I am closer to my friend than to my spouse. This automatically makes the friendship unhealthy. This can be an issue regardless of the gender of the friends. This might also be an example of others.
- The relationship doesn't have clear, appropriate boundaries. There are too many ways for this to be the case to list them all. But if one or both friends are continually either taking advantage of the other or wondering if they've overstepped, the friendship isn't healthy.
- One of the friends doesn't respect the other's boundaries. You cannot be closer to someone than they want to be. And you cannot solve another person's issues.
- The relationship can be out of balance. It can be more important to one friend than to the other. This can also lead to boundary issues, but it's a separate concern of its own.
- It can be enabling. There could be elements of the friendship that promote other unhealthy behaviors. Perhaps the friends drink together, and one of them becomes an alcoholic or drug addict. One friend might mistreat their spouse or family and unwittingly use the friendship as part of their cycle of mistreatment or abuse. One of the them might take validation from the friendship that keeps them from addressing an outside issue on which they need to work. (singular "they" applied.)
- I'm sure there are more . . .
Catch-22
So I'm going to this Mass tonight, knowing that I will probably struggle to sing and that I'm going to face questions about why I'm not in the music ministry. But that will feel better than not going and supporting this event, of which we don't have enough in town.
(After report: the music ministry wasn't who I was expecting. I was able to sing out on everything! What a nice Mass!)
That hour cost me
This morning's pageview zip code
45101, Aberdeen, OH
We drove through here at least once on an alternate route back from our cousins' place in Kentucky.
Spiritual freedom
Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Rejecting Mothhood
Or have people clamoring for my attention
I assume it's a gift that comes with a great cost
Especially to one who values what is lasting
Please don't ever let me add to the expense
Remembering a friend . . . not a eulogy!
I've long since lost track of him, basically after his graduation, although that probably coincided with my being drawn into my eventual stepfather's life.
I hope he found better truth than that.
Tuesday, August 23, 2016
Yes, I'm still easily amused
One piece
It has also been over three weeks since my self-inflicted rib injury, and over two-weeks since I hurt my shoulder doing yard work. Those have both been feeling pretty good, so I decided to start easing back into weight-bearing exercises this morning. Both areas felt fine during the brief activity, but both are feeling a little twinge-y afterward. While it looks like I should take it easy for a while longer, I'm definitely going to start back into this slowly. I just have to. The once-a-week, longer aerobic routine - which has been driven as much by the weather as by my schedule - hasn't been providing what my body needs. But xfit hasn't even been an option to look into while I've been recovering from my injuries.
Monday, August 22, 2016
Regrets
Status no longer quo
Now I seem to think I do.
I know that this is at least equally a crock of manure. But it's a far more dangerous accumulation of defecation than the other one was.
Saturday, August 20, 2016
The rest
Don't recall me from my tomb unless you're staying.
Tangibly. Emotionally. Connected.
Of course not geographically;
I know you're called elsewhere.
Not continually;
Never inappropriately.
But if you're going share life with me,
And rooted always in our Savior
Friday, August 19, 2016
The enemy is toying with my emotions
Your dad's not sick. Silence . . . Your father's dead . . . He shot himself.
For me, it was at least a year between hearing the last two sentences, but the dynamic of being told he was sick, then traveling home, then being told he was dead is exactly what I experienced when I was fourteen years old.
I wonder what my life would be like if that had been the worst trauma of my childhood?
Rebuking my first feeling upon waking
Thursday, August 18, 2016
We'll see
The bigger issue for me is that I no longer have an entire secret inner life that my wife doesn't know about. So I am more hopeful than I've been in a very long time.
Careful what you wish for?
The current challenge is for both of us, and it's about changes that I need to make to improve our marriage. She was to write from her own perspective, too. I wrote very honestly and (I hope) lovingly, but by the time my wife got home from the movie there wasn't time to share without feeling rushed.
Our talk from a couple weeks ago should help this not be a shock. It isn't as if I'm opening up to her for the first time.
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Hey, whatever it takes!
I found another note on my pillow last night. Rather than walking back downstairs to thank her for it, I picked up pen and paper and left her one in return. Then, since I was facing her side of the bed, it was all I could do to keep from grinning when she came to bed, as she first put away some clothes, put on her pj's, and took care of her bathroom time before noticing it. I peeked when she returned to the hallway to read it, and could tell even with her back toward me that she was touched. I so very wanted her to be, as she has definitely helped me to feel her love so tangibly over these past few days.
Shifting sands
For the longest time, it was simply living with myself after I was set free from my abusive cycle and healed from the traumas that conceived it, and it was undeniable what great harm I had done. I thought I'd never get past this alive, and it took an extra round of therapy just to start to accept God's forgiveness.
For the longest time after that, it became something else that I was sure was never going to improve. Suddenly, out of the blue, it has. I felt so lonely for so long, and now I don't. I feel deeply loved, and appreciated.
There was a balance in those feelings, though. I knew that I was doing the best I could, that I was loving with everything I had, and that was good enough. If my own feelings weren't always where I wanted them to be, at least I knew that I was loving with my thoughts and choices and entire will, with everything that was within my control.
And it's still true that I am, and now it isn't good enough. Instead, I'm still all Paul Simon, as I have been lamenting for decades now. She deserves better.
My response to unmanageable situations and feelings that I can't control has always been the same: to self-medicate with the chemicals of my own brain, usually invoking some aspect of the traumas that formed me into the emotional cripple I became. I'm pretty sure that would just nudge me further toward despair, now.
I'm tired of not being the disciple, husband, and man that I am called to be. Being less than my potential has been the constant theme of my life.
I know this is where I'm supposed to renounce the lie that I am not good enough, but I'm having considerable trouble believing it's a lie. Oh, I also should know that it's a lie of reverse pride that my shortcomings and weaknesses could ever outweigh God's strength and Providence.
Tuesday, August 16, 2016
A nice direction
Since then, I've found two very nice notes on my pillow and she brought us each a pair of Hershey Kisses to feed the other while we expressed something we appreciate about one another.
It is so important to tend our relationship, and with our WWME involvement having decreased of late I have felt as if we haven't had as many opportunities for that. These have been nice.
Monday, August 15, 2016
Yet here I am
But still, I had a nice time of prayer and reflection today. There is really no reason for my mood to be this foul and dark. I wish it was time for bed.
More on how this works
But we have a Savior who has delivered us from the law, including the temptation to bind ourselves to a new law. Our purity is now not an effort to make ourselves righteous, but a loving response to both the righteousness and grace of Christ at work in our lives. That drop of impurity still has a soiling effect on us, to which we are not immune. The sacrament of Reconciliation provides a means for us to hear Christ express loving forgiveness as we turn away from our sin to be more fully transformed in Him.
A little purity does not go very far
Yes. This.
Yet we must be careful not to dilute the message of grace as we approach this topic. Our purity is not our effort to be worthy of God's love, but is a gift God gives us in His love that we accept as we respond in love, as we trust that God's desire for us is greater than our own.
Sunday, August 14, 2016
Great readings and music
Every now and then, the readings, homily, and music from Mass combine in a way that results in Jesus meeting me right where I am. Today was one of those days, as we sang of longing for the Lord and knowing He will find us, and of responding to His call for our lives. The Lord delivers us from the hopelessness of a mud-filled cistern, and provides for what we need.
Fr. Vincent shared that Jesus is our Victor, and I was immediately reminded that the nature of that victory is sacrificial. So must it be for us. The greatest expression of our love is always the laying down of our lives for our beloved.
Saturday, August 13, 2016
Saying long overdue words
Applying a lesson learned early
That lesson pays off on mornings like this one, when I really wanted to just roll over and go back to sleep rather than attend our men's fellowship and prayer group. I slept especially poorly again last night due to cramping, even without any exercise to contribute to the problem. But I was awake shortly before the meeting started, so I got ready and headed out the door. I was blessed with an opportunity to share honestly and in the proper context about some recent struggles. I didn't leave with any new answers, but was reaffirmed in the insights that I've felt as if the Lord has been leading me back to lately: neither my feelings nor my thoughts in response to them are the same thing as the truth, and I am right to instead take my guidance from sources which don't waver on a whim.
Friday, August 12, 2016
Feelings are not facts
Especially not these.
And they especially aren't allowed to pilot my ship.
Back to status quo
Though the joy for once was pure.
Yes, I felt the sun again for a few weeks
That even then I knew to be fleeting.
Those days were sweet refreshment.
I'm not going to whimper now
let alone rage against my re-dying.
This is, after all, where I belong.
Don't worry: it isn't existential.
There's an inner dying, too, you know?
We're even called to it.
Long have I've tarried here
At the only resolution
of three unacceptable alternatives.
I'm settling back into my place.
Thursday, August 11, 2016
just. shoot. me. now.
Another numbers observation
If this is true - and I'm by no means questioning it - unless someone is tied with Japan, the American swimmers' medal haul must exceed the next four teams' combined total.
Strength perfected?
Numbers observation
That happened with my last two confirmation codes.
Idling
I understand that what they're faking is behavior, and that eventually the behavior pattern indeed becomes a part of them and they aren't faking it anymore. But my long held and counselor confirmed approach to the interrelationship between thoughts, feelings, and behavior doesn't really seem to be holding true. Maybe that's because I've been holding onto an undermining behavior for too long, and this whole thought process this morning is just an attempt to rationalize away a good decision that I've made to change my behavior in a positive way. It may be time for me to have another look at the ABC's of CBT. (There's a nice section on that page on the lies we tell ourselves, but I don't think any of them represent what I've been up against. Perhaps I need to pull out The Resilience Factor again; I remember that book being helpful for me, but then again, I was dealing with something very specific then.)
I'm going to fake it for a while longer, and see what happens. But for now, I feel both unhappy and artificial.
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
The real problem
Nor is it probably even that my faith is insufficient to instill within me the trust which I need to not waver along the path to which I am clearly called.
In Death on a Friday Afternoon - which it has been entirely too long since I have reread - Fr. Neuhaus tells me that my eyes are focused the wrong place: I need to stop lamenting the circumstances of my life or the insufficiency of my faith, and focus instead on the sufficiency of my Savior.
He says to me as to St. Paul, My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. (2 Cor 12:9)
Emotional debris
Praise and worship is a good and important thing, and last night's meeting was a great gift. But this morning I am again struggling to focus on blessings. The rain in the forecast for the next several days looks like it's going to limit my chances to get out, too. It has only been since Saturday, but I am feeling a bit adrift.
Also, I'm concerned about being able to support Mike and the family. Carol's viewing will be Sunday, with her funeral on Monday, and we have a short-notice proposal due at 10 Monday morning.
I've long had dissonance between the outside and the inside. Right now it feels like it's growing, but that could just mostly be the multiple effects of my physical pain.
Tuesday, August 09, 2016
Must remember
. . . as I get older, to buy stock in generic pharmaceuticals. Looks like I'm going to be popping a lot of ibuprofen this week. At least this one was neither self-harm nor vain.
Monday, August 08, 2016
It's just physical pain
But I seem to have strained my right shoulder doing yard work yesterday evening, working that extension cord. It was sore this morning, but now it hurts to inhale, and adjusting for it makes my cracked rib hurt. So, basically, it hurts to breathe right now. I can't wait to get home and pop some ibuprofen. Meanwhile, I'm going to offer this up for those who are suffering from less mundane things.
Eternal rest grant unto her, O Lord
Our dear friend Carol has gone home.
Dance, Carol. Dance! You always let the Savior lead, anyway, so you should be ready for this eternal dance.
When a situation . . .
Saturday, August 06, 2016
Envy can take many forms
Its best antidote is true gratitude.
When I'm praising God
Very nice healing Mass last night. I'm going to miss this chapel when we have to go back to the other one. I love the acoustics; I can hear other people singing over my guitar and my own voice. The other chapel feels like singing into a vacuum.
Friday, August 05, 2016
Car Radio
Now I just sit in silence.
I get that. I've done it for too long. And I think it's better if I don't reflect long on the rest of these lyrics, as this is just the beginning of how they tend to resonate with me.
(BTW: the five rounds:
Counselor one: my first referral after my confession, trying to figure out how i could have done what i hate. she helped me tremendously, but got the cart ahead of the horse due to her unfamiliarity with the accepted treatment protocol, which caused issues with team two
Counselor (team) two: forced on me, but really, they did right by me, and i had a couple of very important breakthroughs with them. i hope i never forget the ring of truth when she said, so gently after i'd become so defensive when she insisted that my ice cold hands meant something important: Tom, I have no trouble believing that you have been afraid for as long as you can remember. now i can't remember her name.
Counselor (team) three: when i couldn't learn to trust team two, they referred me to team three instead of the very severe alternative. this was really effective work, where i became a real contributor and not a threat anymore. even though our work included important self-image elements, this aspect would be subsequently undermined by the judgment i heard all around me
Counselor four: years later, when i was looking for a way to live with myself despite having seen and heard what others really think of someone like me. i really connected with his cbt approach, and he was good, and I did good work there, but somehow i only found a lesser reason than i need
Counselor five: counselor four didn't do couple work, and we had to work on some boundary issues concerning our grown children and our grandchildren; this is where my wife shut me down, though she didn't mean to)
For six weeks this summer i've tried to live for me instead of just to spare everyone else more pain, while keeping my eyes fixed on my vocation, too. Why should these feel at odds? Still, this was probably the best i've managed both in over two decades. Now, it feels as if returning to my silence is inevitable; despair wants to smother my voice again. But feelings are not truth, and what I fear will only become my reality if I give it power over me. In the name of Jesus, I renounce the lie - and the spirit of fear that speaks it - that my early adulthood choices have doomed me to an unfulfilling life. My bride and I are probably connecting better than ever. Before, I wouldn't have even told her that I am feeling sad, and if I did she'd have felt threatened by it. Instead, she knows how I feel - I am no longer hiding myself from her in my prolonged frustration - and is being supportive.
In the midst of this, I read this quote from Wright Thompson's review of the documentary Gleason, which is evidently heart-rending and hope-inducing at the same time: "we realize that continuing to fight in the face of certain defeat is at the heart of what it means to live."
Perhaps I'll never in this life know complete victory in my battle, either. Yet I choose not to end this post with a period;
There may be a lot of these for now
I really shouldn't have to do that one any more, but my words to the guy in the glass this morning - or his to me - were not the slightest bit kind.
(Coaches apparently love this poem; I heard two of them quote it at Cincinnati Catholic Men's Conferences. I can still hear Ditka emphasizing, almost to the point of a shout in my memory: "you're only a BUM!")
This lie is the basis for or the result of the spirit of self-sufficiency or self-justification. That "I'm good enough" to deserve God's love, that God loves me for the good person I am, or will love me to the degree that I am, or would if I really were, is a fundamental distortion of the nature of God's love and our relationship with Him.
Applying one of the five keys
In the name of Jesus, I renounce the lie that my life would be better if I made choices outside of the bounds of God's revealed plan for me.
Thursday, August 04, 2016
Emotional status
A better, more honest relationship with my wife. A fun summer in which I found balance between my needs and my vocation. Obedience to what God was asking of me, despite obstacles. A way to carry my exercise into what has been my "off season." God's providence for our finances. Meaningful work. Good friends. A loving family.
I'm feeling sad and worn down today, yet hopeful.
Wednesday, August 03, 2016
Today's word
This word is new for me. I could see needing it to discuss some of my labors during the summer of my 19th birthday, toiling in the heat in the red argillaceous soil of north Georgia, helping my stepfather build his log house while trying to avoid his ongoing sexual abuse - and yes, even though I was of age by then and even though neither of us understood it in those terms, it was still sexual abuse.
If you're reading, anyone . . .
Monday, August 01, 2016
I'm pretty blessed
But the goal of taking the first step, of acknowledging my feelings of loneliness and isolation along with my habit of withholding things from my bride that she would rather not know - and no, that was not just my perception or excuse for holding back from her, as evidenced by her question when I told her I needed to discuss my sore rib: "Do I even want to know this?" - was accomplished. That question made for a perfect lead-in for what I really needed to talk about, which is a much bigger issue than my injury. Still, it was hard to stay on track, to not wander off onto a spur of specific example issues.
There was a lot of quiet afterward, but also opportunity to continue to affirm my love for her. Now we'll see if we can develop better ways of being. I will not be so secretive, and she will be more responsive when my needs are legitimate. We will both be more understanding of each other's circumstances. Most of this was not said explicitly, but this is how things felt last night between us.
This morning I feel an increased freedom to be myself. I shaved my chin for the first time in a couple decades - and probably the last time for a while; this look just feels like a bad memory. And I was able to tell her last night that I was considering getting a semicolon.
At the end of the day, she and I both agreed that we'd had a very nice day.
Our dynamic is not going to magically change overnight, but this was a good start.