Growing Our Life in Northern Michigan
This post is kind of for myself because writing helps me to think through and process stuff that happens to me. But it’s also for those who also struggle with the same sort of things. This post is quite long (sorry). It is about abuse, PTSD, depression, anxiety, faith, and God. If you don’t like this sort of discussion, you might want to wait until I go back to my more light-hearted stories about my life in Northern Michigan.
A FB friend who accused me of dishonoring myself, my family, and God because I had no contact with my abusive family triggered an anxiety attack a couple of weeks ago. I thought she was a bit contemptuous about anxiety attacks, as if she felt they were imaginary. Her words took me by surprise and made me feel battered; I struggled with it for several weeks. I think it’s easier to fall into an anxiety attack than to climb back out of it…although I always eventually do make my way out and many times I learn a few things in the process. I think many people do not understand abuse, PTSD, depression, or anxiety and they assume that a person who suffers from these things are weak or have little faith. I’d like to explore those topics.
We all know that soldiers can suffer from PTSD, but other people can also suffer from forms of PTSD. As I understand it, there are two different types of PTSD. One is caused by a short-term event such as a car accident. The other type is called Complex PTSD (C-PTSD) and is caused by long-term trauma, such as abuse, in which a victim feels trapped and unable to escape. Symptoms can include insomnia, nightmares, anxiety, depression, and health problems, among other things. EJ, JJ, and I all suffer from PTSD from abuse and other difficulties we have experienced.
People who have serious illnesses like cancer also can suffer from PTSD. For a while after JJ’s battle with cancer, anything that reminded him of chemo–such as bald heads or items that resembled IV bags or tubes–triggered an anxiety attack. Medical procedures or appointments also trigger his anxiety.
In addition, caregivers can suffer from PTSD. JJ’s treatment was very intense and we spent hours almost every day for several months at the Cancer Center. We never had a full night of sleep and many times we had almost no sleep. By the time his treatment was completed, we were physically and emotionally depleted. After all the previous abuse and difficulties we’ve experienced, JJ’s battle with cancer was like the final straw that broke us. I had never experienced anxiety attacks before cancer. We still haven’t fully regained our strength and problems that we once could easily handle now easily stress, overwhelm, and drain us and can trigger anxiety attacks. I often feel like a car with an empty gas tank. Problems hit me before I have a chance to get refilled and I’m drained empty again. It’s actually quite awful.
Before I go further, I’d like to state that I tend to use examples from my own life as an illustration of what I’m trying to explain. I view all my experiences as learning experiences–of things that I think I should continue to do or that I ought to change. Sometimes I see wonderful traits in a person and they become my model of what I want to become. Other times I see behaviors that I do not want so I try to avoid/eliminate the behaviors in my life.
I also want to list a few things that I either value or dislike because they might help you know where I’m coming from: I value integrity, authenticity, and freedom very highly. I enjoy and value being able to ask challenging questions and explore ideas. I dislike phoniness, deceit, manipulation, hypocrisy, arrogance, control, bullying or cruelty. I cannot comprehend why anyone would think it’s “fun” to abuse others. I care very deeply for those who are struggling and wounded and abused. I love people who are authentic, even if they are a bit “messy.” However, I think there is a HUGE difference between people who are messily authentic, who try to do right but sometimes fail, and people who are unrepentantly deceitful, hypocritical, arrogant, and/or cruel.
I believe that there are moral absolutes–things that are absolutely right or wrong. I think that there is a difference between right/wrong and preferences–and sometimes people confuse the two. For example, murder is absolutely morally wrong. However, choosing to drive a Ford or a Chevy is not right or wrong, but simply a matter of preference. We must not ever condone murder, but it would be foolish to get upset because I like Fords and you prefer Chevys. A silly illustration, I know, but one that I hope helps explain the difference.
I believe that only God is perfect in His knowledge and understanding, and I expect when I someday meet Him, I will discover that many things that I believed were inaccurate, incorrect, and probably downright wrong. However, the best I can do is seek and live truth as best that I can and be willing to acknowledge and change when I discover that something that I believed isn’t actually true. I also think that others don’t always get things right either and just as I want people to be patient with my growth, so I want to be patient with theirs.
I believe that life is a process, a journey of growth. None of us starts out knowing God or knowing what is right and wrong. We will (hopefully, if we are wise) grow in understanding and maturity over time. The important thing, to me, is that we honestly pursue truth, and are willing to change if we are wrong. If we honestly pursue truth, I think God will help us learn more truth. But I don’t think we will gain perfect understanding in our lifetimes. There will always be more to learn, overcome, and grow to understand. I’m ok with that.
The things that I value and dislike affects what I believe and how I live my life. Because I believe in honestly pursuing truth–as much as I can, no matter where it leads–I have often struggled with understanding truth. I have always, throughout my life, asked myself questions about what concepts and ideas actually mean because I feel that if I don’t understand what something means, how can I ever hope to live it? I think many people don’t understand what things mean either, but a lot of them seem to believe that they do and some can be contemptuous about others not knowing their “truth,” which might sometimes merely be their preferences. This results in–for me–observing inconsistencies that I find illogical and confusing so I wrestle with them, especially if I’m not sure if they are right or wrong. I don’t perceive people who struggle or wrestle with various things in a negative way because I think that a lot of growth occurs as we struggle to reach a goal or understand truth. However, people who choose to do wrong or who say they believe one thing but consistently live another is a different matter.
For example, I don’t really understand the Amish lifestyle. Although I do not believe as the Amish do, I could understand if they decided to live simply and avoid the trappings of modern life. That would be consistent with their beliefs (as I understand them). In some ways their lifestyle is even sort of appealing–you know, the simple life away from the rat race of modern life. However, I don’t understand why they think it’s wrong to participate in modern life to the extent that they don’t have electricity in their homes and they drive horses instead of cars, but they have no problem with asking a neighbor to drive them places in their vehicles. If modern things are so wrong, why ride in vehicles? And if it’s ok to ride in a vehicle, why not own them? I can understand why the Amish would go to stores like Wal-mart–because I think there are probably items that they need and can’t make themselves–but it makes no sense to me that they would eat at a fast food restaurant, which is an unessential part of modern life. I don’t really understand the way the Amish live, but it’s not something that I spend a lot of time wrestling with because it doesn’t affect me. The lifestyle of the Amish is more a curiosity and philosophical pondering to me than anything else.
But there are other beliefs that I wrestle more with because they affect my life more:
For example, I think that people who say they are tolerant are inconsistent and hypocritical if they bully those who disagree with them. I hate bullying.
Likewise, I think that if a person says he is against racism then he ought not to be mistreating those who are different from he is. Racism is racism whether it’s white people who dislike black people or black people who dislike white people–or any other race. If it’s wrong if someone mistreats me, it’s also wrong for me to mistreat him. Also, a mere difference in opinion or belief isn’t racist. Accusing people of racism whenever they disagree actually trivializes true racism and causes it to become unheard and ignored. You know, like the boy in the fable who cried wolf.
Furthermore, if a group says that they care about the environment then they ought not to leave their trash everywhere–such as the protesters of the Dakota pipeline did. I don’t know much about the Dakota pipeline and don’t really have an opinion about whether it is good or bad, but I do think that it makes no sense to protest the possible environmental impact of the pipeline and then leave behind so much trash (not to mention abandoning dogs) that it takes more than 2,000 dump trucks to haul it away. That amount of trash actually did affect the environment. If people are going to claim that they believe something, I think their lives ought to reflect their beliefs. I don’t see how leaving behind that much trash is an “accidental mistake.”
I think that Christian inconsistencies are the most difficult for me–because what a Christian believes, teaches, and lives reflects on God and can affect others’ relationship with Him. I love God deeply and I believe that the Bible is absolutely true. However, I think there are a lot of misunderstandings, misinterpretations, false teachings of the Bible and there are inconsistencies between what people say they believe and how they actually live. Of course, all of us are imperfect and fallible humans and we all have our weaknesses, failures, dysfunctions, areas of ignorance, and sins but, again, I see a big difference between a person who genuinely struggles to improve, overcome, and grow and one who deliberately, arrogantly and/or deceitfully chooses to do wrong.
Here are some of the illogical inconsistencies that I have struggled with. This is not a complete list and these are not intended to be mere nitpicky criticisms. I have always genuinely questioned and wrestled–even as a child–with these inconsistencies. Some of my questions have been resolved, some haven’t. I can accept (sometimes) that I might never find the answers to some of them, but I still search for the answers.
When I was a child, I struggled a lot with what to do with conflicting commands. My parents were not Christians. They told us kids to tell the truth and we were disciplined if we didn’t, but sometimes they told us to lie. For example, my parents told us to lie about our age so we would get in various places for free. This was conflicting. On the one hand, the Bible says that children need to obey their parents. On the other hand, the Bible says that we are not to lie. But what was I supposed to do when my parents told me to tell a lie? Which command is more important? Which overrides the other? I wrestled with this sort of question for years.
I also struggled as I was growing up with evangelists who came to preach at my church. They always ended up declaring, “If you are not knocking on doors to win the lost to Christ, you might not be saved.” Huh? Where in the Bible does it ever say that salvation rested on whether people were evangelizing door to door? Doesn’t Ephesians say “For by grace are we saved through faith and that not of works…” But I was a child–what did I know? They were adults–maybe they were right? I struggled with this for quite a while. I have found throughout life that people tend to think everyone should be the same and minister to others in the same way that they do. So an evangelist thinks everyone should be an evangelist, or a person who is a greeter at church thinks everyone should be a greeter, and so on. But I believe that God has given people different gifts to minister in different ways as is described in I Corinthians 12. We aren’t all called to the same sort of ministry. God created us to be uniquely different from each other.
I’ve heard Christians say that the Law (or Torah) is “done away with” and we are no longer obligated to obey them. They specifically have said that this includes the 10 Commandments. So I’ve asked, “So by saying that the 10 Commandments are done away do you mean that we are now free to worship other gods, or to engage in adultery, or to murder, or to lie…?” Aghast, they declare “NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT!” This is illogical. If the 10 Commandments are done away with then we should be able disregard the commands. But if it’s not ok to live contrary to the 10 Commandments how can someone say that the 10 Commandments no longer apply? Furthermore, why did the Psalmist (in Ps 19) say that the Law restores the inner person, is sure and makes wise the thoughtless, is right and rejoices the heart, is pure and enlightens the eyes…if it is actually burdensome and legalistic? Why does the Psalmist say that the Law endures forever if it doesn’t endure forever? If the Law is so evil and burdensome, why would God ever give it to the people He says He loves? How does something that God says is so “good” become “not good”?
I had another friend who shared an article a few years ago about whether or not Christians should drink alcohol. The author of the article started out well enough, I thought, but he ended by declaring that nowhere in the Bible is it ever stated that it is spiritual to drink alcohol. That’s not true. The Bible does warn against a misuse of alcohol, it says don’t get drunk, but wine is used in many of the Biblical feasts and has a great deal of symbolism. In fact, Deut. 14 specifically tells the Israelites that if they lived too far from the Temple, they were to sell their sacrificial animals, travel to the Temple, and “Use the silver to buy whatever you like: cattle, sheep, wine or other fermented drink, or anything you wish. Then you and your household shall eat there in the presence of the Lord your God and rejoice.” Even Jesus drank wine. When I pointed this out to my friend, she said, “Even though the Bible says that, I still think that no Christian should ever drink.” I think it’s good to abstain from alcoholic beverages if a person/family has a history of alcoholism, but to say alcoholic beverages is unBiblical is not correct. In fact, it sets personal opinion above Biblical truth and it tries to force a personal choice on all believers. Declaring that the Bible says something that it doesn’t is a misuse of Scripture. It’s an attempt to make the Bible conform to a person’s personal beliefs rather than conform a person’s beliefs to the Bible.
I’ve also struggled with what the Bible means when it says “Don’t do as the pagans do” and “come out from among them and be separate.” Usually people who quote these verses use them in context to whether or not we should celebrate holidays such as Halloween or Christmas or Easter, all of which started out as pagan holidays. Sometimes it seems to me that a person’s position on the holidays–or on any controversial activity–depends on whether or not they want to do it or not. If they want to do it then they say that the day or activity has been redeemed and/or we are under grace. (I know God redeems people, but I’m not sure He redeems pagan holidays?) If people don’t want to celebrate a particular holiday or engage in a certain activity then they say that we “should not do as the pagans do.” Who is right? I am not quite sure. Actually, there are people I respect on both sides of this debate. However, whatever a person’s position is, I have never heard anyone adequately explain what the pagans do that we aren’t supposed to do and what exactly we are supposed to separate ourselves from. I try to live out my best understanding of what these verses mean in my own life, but I don’t try to tell others what they are supposed to do because I think it’s complicated and each person has to work it out with God.
I think that the greatest struggle I have is with beliefs about suffering. These beliefs are very important because through our beliefs/words, we can strengthen or weaken those who suffer, we can bring hope or despair, we can be used to heal or to further wound and crush people, we can be used by God to set prisoners free or we can clang prison doors in their face.
I will share a list of beliefs about suffering that I wrestle with, that I think are illogical or inconsistent or just plain don’t make sense to me. I realize that we tend to look at outward appearances while God truly knows a person’s heart and that outward appearances can be deceiving. I also am very aware that I might be wrong. In fact, often I wrestle with the thought that if I am correct then the belief of many others is wrong–which seems rather arrogant to me. It takes me back to my childhood where a teaching didn’t make sense to me, but I had trouble believing that I, a child, was right when the adults were wrong. Yet, many times the belief of the crowd really is wrong. A belief is truth because it is TRUE–the number of people who believe it is irrelevant. And if something is true, we ought to do our best to live it. I present these questions mostly as thoughts to ponder. I think I understand the answers to some of them, but many I am still searching for answers. I don’t know how to put these thoughts in any sort of order, so they are kind of listed randomly.
If I wanted to know about life in another country, I would ask friends who lived there. If I wanted to gain knowledge about a certain topic, I would ask an expert in that field. If I wanted to learn what challenges a person with a disability or serious illness faced, I would ask a person who lived with those conditions. In fact, I actually do ask people about the countries/areas in which they live, I do seek expert advice about various topics, and I have asked about or researched disabilities/diseases that my friends suffer in an attempt to understand the daily challenges they live with. The frustrating thing to me is that while in each of these cases it only makes sense that a person who has experience would be most able to knowledgeably understand and discuss the experience, frequently the stories of abuse victims is discounted–as if their testimony is corrupted because they are damaged, or wounded, or ….whatever. It doesn’t make sense. Who better to understand the challenges, the suffering, the heartache of abuse except someone who has experienced it?
The Bible is filled–from cover to cover, from the beginning of time to the end of time–with descriptions of wicked people. Genesis describes such events as the days of Noah when everyone did evil continuously while 2 Timothy 3 says that in the Last Days “evildoers and impostors will go from bad to worse, deceiving and being deceived.” In fact, the Biblical story seems to me to actually be a story about the epic struggle between those who love God and those who hate Him, between the righteous and the wicked. I would think that people who say they believe the Bible would actually believe that, duh, evil people actually exist, right? Yet, when an abuse victim speaks out about the oppression she is suffering at the hands of an abuser (who fits the Biblical descriptions of a wicked person), more often than not she is accused of being angry, bitter, rebellious, unforgiving, judgmental, unChristlike, and on and on. So I would like to ask: Is the Bible merely a fairy tale about imaginary enemies or is it speaking the truth when it says that there are evil people in the world who “can’t sleep or rest until they do wrong or harm some innocent victim”? (Prov. 4:16).
God says throughout the Bible that He came to set the captives free, to deliver the oppressed from the hand of the wicked, to cut us free from the yoke of the wicked. Was God speaking the truth or lying? If He is telling the truth (which I think He is) then who, exactly, are the wicked He is delivering us from? And exactly who are the people He is setting free? I ask because abuse victims are typically told that they are sinning, rebelling, unsubmissive, and disobedient to God if they seek to escape their abusers. Rather than help a victim escape from the yoke of the wicked, many Christians pressure victims to remain in the power of their abuser(s) particularly if her/his abuser is related to him–such as a spouse or parent. How can a person be set free from the wicked if wicked people don’t really exist? And is a person set free unless she/he is related to the wicked person? This doesn’t make sense.
What are the traits of a wicked person? Are we being wrongfully judgmental if we state that a person is evil? The Bible is filled with descriptions of wicked people. Matthew 7:15-20 warns us to beware of false prophets who come wearing sheep’s clothing, but underneath are hungry wolves. Twice in these five verses it says that we will recognize them by their fruit. In other words, by their actions. Why did the Bible talk so much about how to recognize the wicked? What value is it to be given instruction on how to recognize the wicked if we aren’t supposed to acknowledge that they are wicked? What are we supposed to do with this knowledge? Are we supposed to “not judge” them? Actually, the Bible says that we are not to judge by mere appearances but to judge righteously (John 7:24). In other words, we aren’t to be hasty in our judgment, assume, or jump to conclusions–but neither are we to check our brains at the door. Proverbs 22:3 in the Expanded Bible says: The ·wise [prudent] see ·danger [evil; trouble] ahead and avoid it, but fools ·keep going [go straight to it] and ·get into trouble [or are punished]. Hebrew 5:14 says that “solid food is for the mature, for those whose faculties have been trained by continuous exercise to distinguish good from evil.” In other words, the mature believer is able to distinguish (or judge) between good and evil. In my opinion, abuse victims get a lot of practice learning to distinguish good from evil.
The above paragraph is important because I was told that I can’t really know what is in another person’s heart so I can’t really judge if my abusers are evil or if they hate me. I think that while people tend to judge more on appearances than reality, and while we need to be careful to not judge hastily, we are given the ability to discern if a person is evil or righteous. Proverbs 20:11 says that “The character of even a child is known by how he acts, by whether his deeds are pure and right.” Luke 6:45 says “The good person produces good things from the store of good in his heart, while the evil person produces evil things from the store of evil in his heart.” We might not be able to see into people’s hearts, but we can see their actions, which reveal what is in their hearts. So I’m pretty sure that we can discern by a person’s actions whether or not he is evil. I mean, is there any doubt that Hitler hated the Jews?
Assuming the Bible is correct about the existence of evil people, how are we supposed to respond when we encounter evil people? Christians always quote the verses about forgiveness, love, and grace. This is a HUGELY complicated topic that I have spent years wrestling with so I can’t fully expand on it here. But, briefly, I believe there is a misunderstanding of what forgiveness, love, repentance, reconciliation really is and involves. I don’t believe we are to be filled with revenge, but I do believe that we are to forgive only IF a person repents (Luke 17:3-5). God, Himself, doesn’t forgive the unrepentant (Ps 7:11-12) and I don’t think He would expect us to do more than He does. There are actually quite a few verses throughout Scripture that tells us to not walk, stand, or sit with the wicked, to not associate with them, to avoid and stay away from them. Here are a few:
“If your brother or sister sins against you, rebuke them; and if they repent, forgive them. Even if they sin against you seven times in a day and seven times come back to you saying ‘I repent,’ you must forgive them.” (Luke 17:3-5) FYI: Repentance in the Bible is not a mere “I’m sorry.” It is evidenced by a changed life.
“No, what I wrote you was not to associate with anyone who is supposedly a brother but who also engages in sexual immorality, is greedy, worships idols, is abusive, gets drunk or steals. With such a person you shouldn’t even eat!” (1 Cor. 5:11)
But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive,disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not lovers of the good, treacherous, rash, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God— having a form of godliness but denying its power. Have nothing to do with such people. (2 Tim. 3:1-5)
Warn a divisive person once, and then warn them a second time. After that, have nothing to do with them. You may be sure that such people are warped and sinful; they are self-condemned. (Titus 3:10-11). FYI: A divisive person is not one who speaks the truth. A divisive person is one who deliberately stirs up division. And we don’t have to spend all our lives trying to reconcile with such a person–we give one or two warnings and that’s it.
I do not sit with men of falsehood, nor do I consort with hypocrites. I hate the assembly of evildoers, and I will not sit with the wicked. (Ps 26:4-5)
We can’t obey those verses and stay away from wicked people if wicked people don’t exist. Neither can we avoid them if we are unable to judge between the righteous and the wicked. Furthermore, we should be careful that we are telling people what God actually said. It’s pretty serious to tell people to stay with a wicked person when God has said not to associate with them.
The Bible does say that we are to love our enemies, but what exactly is love? Many times people act as if love means that we are never to say or do anything that offends/displeases another person, and we are to never “judge” him or confront him about anything. Is this really love? If so then Jesus wasn’t loving because He confronted people–and sometimes quite unnicely, such as when He told them they were whitewashed sepulchres, children of the devil, and hypocrites, and physically drove them out of the Temple. Paul actually reprimanded the Corinthian church who unconditionally accepted a man who had sex with his father’s wife. The Corinthians appeared quite proud of the unconditional grace they were giving the man. In 1 Cor. 5:1-2 Paul said, “It is actually reported that there is sexual immorality among you, and of a kind that even pagans do not tolerate: A man is sleeping with his father’s wife. And you are proud! Shouldn’t you rather have gone into mourning and have put out of your fellowship the man who has been doing this?” Luke 17:3-5 says that we are to rebuke others. Unconditional love/grace and forgiveness without requiring repentance, and a refusal to confront evil actually often results in Christians defending and protecting an abuser and condemning a victim. Prov. 25:26 says: “Like a muddied spring or a polluted well is a righteous person who gives way before the wicked.”
Of course, we have to be careful. Many people declare they are “lovingly rebuking” when they actually are just meddling in the lives of others (at best) or oppressing them. When Peter asked Jesus (in John 21:22) what would happen to another disciple, Jesus said, “What is that to you? YOU follow me.” In other words, stop worrying about him and concern yourself with you. 1 Thessalonians 4:11-12 instructs us “to mind your own affairs…” 1 Peter 4:15 says that “If you suffer, it should not be as a murderer or thief or any other kind of criminal, or even as a meddler.” And there are many other such verses. The point I am trying to make is that we have to be careful that we learn discernment and judge righteously. We have to make sure we aren’t merely meddling in others’ lives. There is a difference between obeying what God actually says and forcing your own preferences, expectations, and demands on others.
In regards to this, there are things that other people do that don’t make sense to me, that I don’t agree with, that I wouldn’t do, but I try not to meddle in their lives. I don’t pressure others to live according to my conscience, beliefs, understanding, or preferences. I don’t involve myself in their disagreements. I will give my opinion if asked. Mostly, I just try to set a boundary when others try to meddle in my life or to pressure us to live contrary to our beliefs. As adults, I believe we have the freedom/right to make our own choices and decisions even if others don’t approve. However, I will speak up if innocent people could be harmed by my silence and I will support a victim and stand with him or her against an abuser.
Of course, it can be very difficult to discern between the wicked and the righteous. Often the wicked can seem more calm, spiritual, and charming than their victims. Psalms 55:21 says of the wicked: “The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart: his words were softer than oil, yet were they drawn swords.” 2 Corinthians 11:13-15 says “For such people are false apostles, deceitful workers, masquerading as apostles of Christ. And no wonder, for Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light. It is not surprising, then, if his servants also masquerade as servants of righteousness…” Matthew 23:27: In the same way, on the outside you appear to people as righteous but on the inside you are full of hypocrisy and wickedness. In other words, the wicked can appear to be so very good, very charming, very spiritual while their victims appear messed up, anxious, angry, and unwilling to forgive. The abuse website, A Cry for Justice, points out that many times an abuser appears more willing to reconcile because he wants to deceive others and he doesn’t want to lose his victim–an escaped victim is no longer in his power. Meanwhile a victim might appear unforgiving because she knows very well that her abuser isn’t sincere (she has practice distinguishing between good and evil) and she wants to escape the abuse.
This is why I think it’s so important to educate ourselves about abuse tactics and to read the stories of the victims…so we can accurately judge between the righteous and the wicked. This is very important because, as Proverbs 17:15 says, “Acquitting the guilty and condemning the innocent—the Lord detests them both.” (A Cry for Justice often offers to help church leaders identify abuse and deal with it appropriately, but sadly very few churches accept their help.)
The most common experience of a victim is that when, after trying for years to love, forgive, please her (or his) abuser, she can bear no more and she seeks to free herself from her abuser, her abuser works to smear her reputation and turn people against her. Often it works. Many times the victim suffers increasing condemnation and isolation from her relatives, friends, and church. She experiences tremendous pressure to unconditionally love, forgive, and reconcile with her abuser, which usually means she is expected to be less “rebellious” and submit to his/her demands. There are some churches who even tell a victim that if her abuser kills her, she can be comforted that she will be with Christ in heaven. If a victim refuses to submit to her abuser she is accused of being unloving, unforgiving, rebellious, unsubmissive, judgmental, dishonorable, unChristlike…and so on. Often she comes under “church discipline” and some have been ex-communicated and shunned by their churches. Having suffered intolerable torment from her abuser, she must now endure immense pressure and betrayal from those she trusted. The fact that a victim has experienced much rejection from many people can cause others to believe that she was rejected because she is an angry, bitter, and unforgiving person.
Is this true?
Of course, it can be true that a person is rejected because of his own actions. However, typically victims are actually very loving, compassionate, and forgiving people–which is why they stayed in the damaging abuse so long. They kept loving and forgiving over and over again.
A victim who is battered by her abuser and abandoned by her friends and church often suffers from PTSD, becoming depressed, anxious, and “messy.” Some victims consider suicide. Many Christians will condemn victims for her lack of Christlikeness. Meanwhile, the abuser is often embraced, supported, defended, protected with “unconditional grace.” This is wrong.
I think the most terrible aspect of this is that these Christians claim they are representatives of Christ, which carries a lot of power/authority. If they are correct in their accusations, then the victim has no hope. If she stays with her abuser, she suffers worsening abuse that destroys her little by little. But if she leaves her abuser, she is told that she is being rebelliously disobedient to the God she loves and that she has stepped outside His protection. She may wonder if God really loves her, if He has also rejected her, or if He is some abusive bully who enjoys her misery. Is He lying when He says that He cares about the needy and the oppressed? Or that He is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit? Or that He will accept those who are rejected and outcast? Or that He came to set the captives free to and free and to cut them free from the yoke of the wicked? Who are the wicked? Who are the ones God says He will set free?
This leads me to another topic:
I think the reason God warns us that we must not judge on appearances is because we humans tend to so quickly judge on appearances–but not the way many people think. Too often people wrongfully judge the victim of being unloving and unforgiving when they need to pause, look beyond the charm of the abuser, and see his oppression. People make quick assumptions rather than really listen to the victim. Too many people judge those who suffer from abuse, rejection, illness, anxiety, depression as being cursed by God and those who are successful and popular as being blessed. This isn’t always true and we need to judge righteously.
I like what Larry Crabb wrote in his book, The Safest Place on Earth, “We often hear that brokenness is the pathway to a deeper relationship with God, but we rarely see it modeled. I sometimes think we want others to believe we know God by demonstrating how unbroken we are….Worse, in many eyes, to admit brokenness means to admit a poor relationship with God.”
Although I have heard for many, many years that broken people are closest to God and that wounded healers are best able to heal other wounded people, it seems to me that few actually believe this. Instead, those who are praised for being most godly are those with successful, popular ministries, who enjoy material comforts and good health, and who always have a smile on their face and a song on their lips. Those who are crushed by severe trials, those who are chronically sick, those who cry and groan, those who struggle with depression or anxiety….well, obviously they lack faith, they aren’t trusting God, they are sinning, they must have done something wrong and are being judged by God.
Is this true? Is this what the Bible says?
Jesus suffered rejection. Isaiah 53 says: “He was despised and rejected–a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief. We turned our backs on him and looked the other way. He was despised, and we did not care.” John 1:10-11 says: “He was in the world, and though the world was made through him, the world did not recognize him. He came to that which was his own, but his own did not receive him.” Even most of Jesus’ family rejected him (John 7:5) and thought he was crazy (Mark 3:21).
Jesus said that those who followed Him would be hated:
“If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you. (John 15:18-19)
In fact, everyone who wants to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted… (2 Tim 3:12).
Blessed are you when people hate you, when they exclude you and insult you and reject your name as evil, because of the Son of Man. Rejoice in that day and leap for joy, because great is your reward in heaven. For that is how their ancestors treated the prophets. (Luke 7) FYI: This doesn’t mean that a victim must stay with her abuser in order to have a great reward in heaven. To put it simply: It is alerting us that people will hate us, they will exclude, insult, and reject us, but God is a righteous judge who sees and there will be justice and reward for the victim.
How were the prophets treated? They were ridiculed, beaten, spit upon, imprisoned, and suffered tremendous rejection:
Job was a very righteous man who suffered deeply. He wrote in chapter 19:
“[God] has alienated my family from me;
my acquaintances are completely estranged from me.
My relatives have gone away;
my closest friends have forgotten me.
My guests and my female servants count me a foreigner;
they look on me as on a stranger.
I summon my servant, but he does not answer,
though I beg him with my own mouth.
My breath is offensive to my wife;
I am loathsome to my own family.
Even the little boys scorn me;
when I appear, they ridicule me.
All my intimate friends detest me;
those I love have turned against me.
I am nothing but skin and bones;
I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
“Have pity on me, my friends, have pity,
for the hand of God has struck me.
Why do you pursue me as God does?
Will you never get enough of my flesh?
No one listened to the preaching of Noah or Isaiah or Jeremiah. Jeremiah said in chapter 20:
I am ridiculed all day long;
everyone mocks me.…
I hear many whispering,
“Terror on every side!
Denounce him! Let’s denounce him!”
All my friends
are waiting for me to slip, saying,
“Perhaps he will be deceived;
then we will prevail over him
and take our revenge on him.”
Paul said in 2 Timothy 4 that “At my first defense, no one came to my support, but everyone deserted me.”
Many of the wonderful heroes in the Bible that we now revere were not revered during their lifetimes. In the OT, the NT, and throughout history, there were periods when people truly followed God. However, there were also periods when the religious people and organizations became corrupt. The Biblical prophets and the Christian heroes–such as Tyndale, Luther, Wycliffe, and others–spoke against their apostasy and suffered for it. Most of the time they were considered heretics and were rejected and persecuted. Some lost their lives. Even though the Bible warns us about false teachers/prophets, about evil men becoming worse and worse, about wolves in sheep’s clothing that ravage the sheep, even today if a person speaks out against false teachings/teachings within the “church” he/she is typically considered a backslider or troublemaker by the majority.
When I was a child in Sunday School, we often sang a song with the following words: “Though no one join me, still I will follow…no turning back, no turning back.” When I sang those words, I really meant them. To the best of my ability, I will honestly seek truth and attempt to live it even if no one join me. I won’t follow the crowd to do something that I believe is evil. I won’t be pressured to do something that I think is wrong.
Do not follow the crowd when it does what is wrong; and don’t allow the popular view to sway you into offering testimony for any cause if the effect will be to pervert justice. (Ex. 23:2)
Do not be yoked together with unbelievers. For what do righteousness and wickedness have in common? Or what fellowship can light have with darkness? What harmony is there between Christ and Belial? Or what does a believer have in common with an unbeliever? What agreement is there between the temple of God and idols? (2 Cor. 6:14-16) (Remember that not everyone who attends a church is a real Christian. Some are wolves in sheep’s clothing.)
They are surprised that you do not join them in their reckless, wild living, and they heap abuse on you. (1 Peter 4:4)
Besides being rejected, many abuse victims, cancer patients, and caregivers suffer from PTSD (as I already stated) which can include symptoms of anxiety and depression. Many Christians believe that those who struggle with these things are sinning and/or lack faith. Many Christians believe that those with strong faith will always be filled with peace and joy in their suffering. Is this true?
John 9:1-3 says “As [Jesus] went along, he saw a man blind from birth. His disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” “Neither this man nor his parents sinned,” said Jesus, “but this happened so that the works of God might be displayed in him. (John 9:1-3). Like many people, the disciples assumed that the man’s disability was caused by sin. Jesus stated otherwise. Even today many people who are suffering with disabilities or serious illness are told that they are sick because they committed some sin and they would be healed if they had enough faith. I think this can’t be true. If it is true then EVERY human lacks faith because everyone eventually dies of something. I mean, duh, I have never heard of anyone alive today who is hundreds or thousands of years old. The Bible does state that some people are sick because of their life choices, but it isn’t true in every case. It certainly wasn’t true in the blind man’s case and it wasn’t true in Job’s case. Both of these men suffered disability/disease so the works of God might be displayed in them. I don’t know why some people get sick and others don’t, why God heals some people and not others but I know that physically suffering is not always due to sin. Some of the most courageous, godly, and faith-full people I know are those who suffer from chronic ailments. We have to be careful not to assume we know why people suffer.
But what about anxiety and depression?
I think that just as a day has periods of light and dark, and a year has periods of winter and summer, so we go through periods of joy and sorrow, strength and weakness, abundance and scarcity (Ecc. 3:1-8). Although God sometimes give people the ability to have peace and joy in the midst of suffering, I don’t think He always does. I think it’s unreasonable to tell someone who is experiencing heartache, sorrow, and pain to SMILE! I believe that sometimes faith can be quite raw and ugly and messy.
Look at Elijah, for example. After his epic contest with the prophets of baal, he went “a day’s journey into the wilderness, and came and sat down under a juniper tree: and he requested for himself that he might die; and said, It is enough; now, O Lord, take away my life.” (1 Kings 19) Did he lack faith? If he did, God didn’t condemn him for it. Instead, he fed Elijah and showed him that He was with him. I think Elijah was depressed because he was so utterly depleted.
There’s Job, who after losing his wealth, his children, and his health, groaned in chapter 3:
Why wasn’t I stillborn and buried
with all the babies who never saw light,
Where the wicked no longer trouble anyone
and bone-weary people get a long-deserved rest?
“…Why does God bother giving light to the miserable,
why bother keeping bitter people alive,
Those who want in the worst way to die, and can’t,
who can’t imagine anything better than death,
Who count the day of their death and burial
the happiest day of their life?
What’s the point of life when it doesn’t make sense,
when God blocks all the roads to meaning?
“Instead of bread I get groans for my supper,
then leave the table and vomit my anguish.
The worst of my fears has come true,
what I’ve dreaded most has happened.
My repose is shattered, my peace destroyed.
No rest for me, ever—death has invaded life.”
At times Job was angry with God, declared that he looked for God but couldn’t find Him, he had no peace and certainly no joy, and demanded that God answer him…yet God considered him very righteous and even today we talk about the great faith of Job.
Jonah was another person who was angry with God and depressed. He said, “Now, Lord, take away my life, for it is better for me to die than to live.” God took the time to teach him, which I think Rabbi Fohrman explains beautifully in this video. When Jeremiah prophesied judgment on Judah, he was rejected, cursed, beaten, and thrown into prison. He lamented his ministry and even accused God of deceiving him. His cries in Jer 20 sound very much like Job’s in Job 3:
You deceived me, Lord, and I was deceived;
you overpowered me and prevailed…
Cursed be the day I was born!
May the day my mother bore me not be blessed!
Cursed be the man who brought my father the news,
who made him very glad, saying,
“A child is born to you—a son!”
May that man be like the towns
the Lord overthrew without pity.
May he hear wailing in the morning,
a battle cry at noon.”
For he did not kill me in the womb,
with my mother as my grave,
her womb enlarged forever.
Why did I ever come out of the womb
to see trouble and sorrow
and to end my days in shame?
In 2 Corinthians 1:18 Paul said, “We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure, so that we despaired of life itself.”
Jesus was described in Isaiah 53 as a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief. Luke describe Jesus before his crucifixion this way: And being in agony [deeply distressed and anguished; almost to the point of death], He prayed more intently; and His sweat became like drops of blood, falling down on the ground. (Luke 22:44)
The people in the Bible often suffered deeply and did not always have beautiful faith. They didn’t always joyfully sing during their suffering; sometimes they felt depression, agony, anger, grief, and even longed for death. I think that if our friends said the things these people said, we would likely accuse them of lacking faith, of being judged by God. Many, in fact, do–both today and thousands of years ago. In fact, Job’s very pious friends said those very things to him, accusing him of being arrogant and wicked and under the judgment of God. But listen to what God said to Job’s friends who thought they were wise and had all the answers:
“I am angry with you and your two friends, because you have not spoken the truth about me, as my servant Job has. So now take seven bulls and seven rams and go to my servant Job and sacrifice a burnt offering for yourselves. My servant Job will pray for you, and I will accept his prayer and not deal with you according to your folly. You have not spoken the truth about me, as my servant Job has.”
Psalms 107 describes sailors going out to sea where they encountered a dangerous storm. The storm was so terrible that
They mounted up to the heavens and went down to the depths;
in their peril their courage melted away.
They reeled and staggered like drunkards;
they were at their wits’ end.
Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble,
and he brought them out of their distress.
These sailors were terrified, but the psalmist said that they are the ones who “saw the works of the Lord, his wonderful deeds in the deep.”
The point of this post is that I think people need to be careful about condemning those who suffer. They need to learn to distinguish between good and evil and to “judge righteously,” not siding with the abuser as he oppresses the innocent. They need to stop pressuring victims to remain with abusers. They need to make sure that they aren’t going with crowd to do evil and calling the people who God has chosen “despised and rejected.” Because God just might say, as he said to Job’s friends, “You have not spoken the truth about me.”
But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are, so that no one may boast before him. (1 Cor. 1:27-29)
He who justifies the wicked and he who condemns the righteous — both alike are an abomination to Adonai. (Prov. 17:15 CJB)
The Lord hates these two things: punishing the innocent and letting the guilty go free. (Prov. 17:15 ERV)
We are still getting warm and cold and warm and cold temperatures. The temps will rise up into the 50s and then plunge overnight down into the single digits. Most of our snow is gone, but I’ve heard that we could get snow/sleet and freezing rain. I think it would be easier if we would just have wintry weather up until Spring arrived, but that’s not the way it usually goes and we could have a return to wintry weather even into April. I even remember a few times in my life when we had snow in May. So I don’t expect warm weather to stay this early in the year and I am not disappointed when Spring-like weather goes back to Winter. I used to tell JJ when he was a child that Spring and Autumn was when Winter and Summer fought for control. Winter eventually wins out in the Autumn but Summer wins in the Spring.
Still…warmer weather causes stirrings of wanting to get started on outside projects. Last Sunday we had a warmer day. EJ worked outside doing this and that, and together we also brainstormed about what to do with the back yard. The soil in our area is mostly sand so we pretty much have to have raised beds if we want to grow anything. The previous owner of our property had built a few raised beds which he left behind. I think EJ is planning on building more. The previous owner also left behind an old broken hot tub, which we have discussed how to get rid of. We have considered various options such as breaking it up and discarding it in the trash, but EJ has decided to turn it into another raised bed.
We also would like to let our poultry free-range because we have millions of tasty grasshoppers and spiders (I hope they eat spiders) and other insects. However, we also have a lot of predators in the area and we don’t want them to kill our beloved birds. We have discussed fencing in our back yard. A fence would give our poultry a large protected area to enjoy, would benefit our garden because the birds would (I hope) eat garden pests, and would protect our garden from deer. We don’t have the money yet to buy fencing for the whole yard, so we plan to fence in as much of the back yard as we can with the fencing we already have and then enlarge the fenced area little by little each year.

Ideally, I’d like to let the poultry all enjoy the back yard together. However, Cuddles the duck is such a rascal and whenever the chickens are close to the dividing fence, he likes to reach through and pluck their feathers. And once when I let the chickens in the duck pen to see how they treated each other, I saw Sassy our alpha rooster bully Esther our lame duck so I had to separate them again. I do not like bullies. So I don’t trust the chickens and ducks to co-exist peacefully together, which means that even if we fence in the back yard, we will have to keep them separated. I’m considering putting a fence around the garden area and let the chickens in there, and let the ducks take their chances and free-range outside the fence. The ducks don’t seem to wander very far so I think they will stay pretty much in the back yard and will be relatively safe until we can fence in the whole back hard.
The weather was so warm on Sunday that I really wanted to get started right away reconfiguring the fencing, but last year we had inserted the fence a foot into the ground so that predators couldn’t easily dig under it. I would have had to undig the current fence, and dig post holes for posts. I thought the ground might still be too frozen and I knew that we were expecting more very cold weather, so I resisted the temptation, which was wise because the next day the temps plunged and the ground was frozen hard again. It really is too early to start on major outdoor projects.
Now that I have put away the bird feeders, I do not get to observe closeup views of the birds or deer. However, as I walk around our property, I can see many trees that have holes made by our Pileated Woodpeckers. It’s amazing to see the effects of their “drilling.” They really do cause a lot of damage and it’s no wonder that the trees fall. Although one of the benefits is that their holes provide homes for other wildlife.
The igniter on our oven died so I was without an oven for about two weeks while we searched for a new igniter. EJ was going to put it in last weekend, but Saturday morning I couldn’t get the stove burners to light. EJ went out to check our propane tank and it was completely empty. Last autumn he had switched to a new propane company that had cheaper rates. They insisted that we needed only a 300-something gallon tank instead of a 500 gallon tank, which means we run out of propane sooner. The company wants us to call them to get on a refueling list when the tank reaches 5% of fuel. EJ had been checking the fuel levels and knew it was getting lower, but when the temps reached into the single digits, it quickly emptied the tank. We actually don’t have a regular type furnace. Instead, we have a heating system that draws up heat (and coolness for A/C) from the ground. When the temperature is below a certain point, a secondary heating system that uses propane kicks in.

So rather than get my oven back last weekend, I lost my capability of using both the oven and stove. However, EJ got out his camp stove so we were able to have hot meals. The only real inconvenience is that we didn’t have hot water for dishes or showers or laundry. And that inconvenience only lasted until Monday, when the propane truck came and re-filled our tank. We could have gotten an emergency re-fill but that would have meant an extra fee, which we didn’t want to pay. We had our little propane heater for warmth–and one of JJ’s co-workers was worried about us and lent us her electric space heater. We used the propane during the day and the electric heater at night and we kept toasty warm.

With a full tank of propane, we have regained our stove-top capability but EJ has not yet had time to put in the new igniter. He is usually quite tired when he comes home from work, so most of our projects are done during the weekend. Not having a working oven is more of an inconvenience than a hardship and I’m willing to wait. However, I wasn’t able to bake a cake for JJ’s 22nd birthday, which was Tuesday. I was planning to make him a carrot cake, which he really enjoys, but instead I bought him a Reeses Peanut Butter Cup/Chocolate cake at the local grocery store where he works. He enjoyed it. Usually I also let my guys choose what they want to eat on their birthday, but I couldn’t really do that this year. EJ’s birthday is next week and I hope to take him and JJ to Culvers for a combined birthday meal.
JJ is currently taking a law enforcement class at college and his teacher requires that his students attend court. JJ thought he would attend court next week when he has spring break. I offered to go with him because it would give me a good opportunity to learn where I’m supposed to go for Jury Duty next month.
The other day I cleaned the blood off the container holding the chicken feed. I couldn’t get the blood off the other parts of the coop. Our brother-in-law (EJ’s sister’s husband) has chickens and he said that the blood was probably from a mouse. He said that he has seen chickens peck a mouse and shake it to death before they swallow it. Surprisingly, chickens are good mousers. JJ said chickens are a bit scary–they are like small vicious raptors.
The Michigan Department of Natural Resources said that it’s time now to bring in the bird feeders because the bears are waking up now that temperatures are warming up. (Although this week has been cold, with overnight temperatures dropping into the teens or single digits.) After a winter of hibernation, the bears wake up very hungry and bird feeders are a wonderful food source for them. I don’t want bears so as the birds and squirrels and deer emptied the feeders, I took them down and put them away until next winter.
Well….except for the tray feeder, which both EJ and I have refilled. I also must confess that I sprinkled a little seed on the large rocks for the wildlife. It’s kind of hard to ignore them when they come expecting to enjoy a treat and they find nothing there. I swear that they look at me with sad, disappointed eyes. I really do enjoy them and am reluctant for their visits to end. We don’t see much of the wildlife in warmer months beyond a rare glimpse now and then. They have no reason to risk coming near the house when they can find plenty of food in the forest.
Mostly in the summer we just see the crows and ravens. Not that I’m complaining. I really like crows and ravens. I am awed by how very intelligent they are. An article titled 6 Terrifying Ways Crows Are Way Smarter Than You Think said that they can remember people, have long memories, and can share info with other crows. It said that
In Chatham, Ontario, crows began using the town as a sort of rest stop along their migration route. The end result was hundreds of thousands of birds taking refuge in the city, and because Chatham is a farming community, and crows tend to ruin crops, you can imagine that there were problems. It got so bad that the mayor declared war on them, hopefully by screaming those exact words into the air before hefting an axe and charging at their nests. The townspeople set out, hoping to bag at least 300,000 of the 600k birds currently ruining their livelihood. Unfortunately for Chatham, word spreads fast in crow communities. The first day after the announcement was made, hunters went out and shot a crow.
One.
The rest flew off and, presumably in a dark room lit by a single ceiling lamp, began to spread word about the incident. After that, the Chatham crows always made sure to fly high enough above settled areas to avoid getting hit with bird shot. No more were killed that year. At all.
One crow dead out of more than half a million.
…Crows have been known to change their entire migration pattern to avoid farms where even a single crow has been killed in the past. Generations upon generations later, they still remember specific houses where one measly bird has died. Sure, they’re only avoiding those houses for now — those houses that they remember, those houses that they know have taken one of their own — but there’s just something deeply unsettling about the possibility that there are millions of crows out there right now that know your address.
I read that incident to JJ this morning and I told him to make sure he always treats crows with the greatest respect…because we really don’t want to get on their Enemies List.

Crows are quite awesome. I enjoy seeing them fly overhead and hearing their almost understandable speech. And, by the way, crows tend to scare away hawks and other flying predators that would attack our poultry. So they are part of our coop defense.
I would also like to get a couple of geese because they are also good guardians. However, I think it would be wiser to wait until next year. I’m trying to be strong and not give in to temptation.
A couple of weeks ago my oven quit working. The stove is still working so EJ believes that we need a new igniter. We stopped at a couple hardware stores last weekend, but neither had the correct igniter so he finally ordered one from Amazon. It was cheaper on Amazon anyway. It was being delivered by UPS and was supposed to arrive yesterday.

The UPS man refuses to drive up our driveway in the winter so he puts packages in a wooden box located at the bottom of the driveway. We were told by neighbors that the previous owner of our house used to put his trash in the box to keep it safe from critters until the day the garbage trucks came to collect the trash. The box hasn’t been used for several years; it’s not messy or smelly but is sturdy and well-built so it’s perfect to use for packages. I call it the “Magic Box” because sometimes we open it and “magically” find packages in it. When I walked down to the mailbox for our mail yesterday afternoon, there were no tracks in the snow so I knew that the UPS man hadn’t been there. (I took the photo today; yesterday we had more snow.) I texted EJ to tell him that if he saw footprints in the snow leading to the Magic Box when he arrived home from work to please stop and get our package–because any footprints would belong to the UPS man since I had not walked up to the Magic Box so I had left no footprints.

Later EJ called me to tell me he was at the bottom of the driveway, and he saw the tracks of the UPS truck as he had turned around in our neighbor’s driveway, and he saw footprints leading up to the Magic Box, but he had found no package in the Magic Box. He looked at the tracks further and noticed two different vehicle tracks and two different footprints, so obviously our package had been stolen. The Magic Box can be seen from the road so someone driving by must have seen the UPS man put the package in it. We have heard that people sometimes steal delivered packages from porches, etc., but we have never, ever had that happen to us. Bummer. I am appalled that people steal from others and a bit disappointed that we would have to wait to use our oven.
After supper, EJ called Amazon to report that the package had been stolen. Usually I handle delivery problems, but after my experience trying to get Sears to deliver our mattress a month or two ago, I figured it was EJ’s turn to deal with delivery problems, especially since he had ordered the part. Amazon said that they would send a replacement part on Friday morning. Yay! We almost called the police to inform them that we had had a theft–not because it was a huge amount, but so they could be alerted and track any patterns of packages being stolen in the area. But we were both a bit tired and didn’t want to deal with it last night.
Since JJ didn’t have school or work yesterday, he left in the afternoon to take a girl on a date. Later that night, he came home and told us what a great time he had. Then he said, “Oops! I almost forgot!” and he handed us the package from Amazon. It seems that as he drove down the driveway yesterday afternoon, he just happened to encounter the UPS man delivering our package and rather than put the package in the Magic Box, the UPS man handed it to JJ. Which is fine except that JJ didn’t let us know that he had the package. JJ never, ever stops to pick up the mail unless I am with him in the car and ask him to stop so I can get it. I think it doesn’t occur to him to pick up the mail–and if it does, he doesn’t want to bother with it. So it never occurred to either of us that JJ might have the package. I did briefly consider texting him to see if he saw any strangers on our property, but I thought the chances of him seeing anything were slim and I didn’t want to interrupt his date.
EJ called Amazon back but he got a pre-recorded message that they were having a large number of calls so it would be better if he communicated through live chat. So he initiated a chat session to inform Amazon to notify them that–oops–the part wasn’t stolen after all and that he wanted them to cancel sending the replacement part. The support person he chatted with was obviously from another country (probably India?) and kept saying that he would cancel the order and send us a refund. EJ kept typing “No! The package we thought was stolen was NOT stolen so we don’t need a replacement and we don’t need/want a refund.” Round and round they went with the support person insisting on sending us a refund. We think it is unethical to accept a refund for a replacement item that we didn’t need, but finally EJ gave up in defeat and texted that he wanted to go on record that we don’t need a replacement or want a refund but Amazon could do what they wanted. The support person then verified that a refund was on its way. It is very frustrating deal with support people from other countries.
We told JJ that we really appreciate him taking the package from the UPS man, but next time please, please send us a text letting us know that he had it. LOL.
Even though our package wasn’t actually stolen, we do hear that people sometimes steal them so EJ and I are considering moving the Magic Box a short distance further up the driveway where trees will make it less visible from the road. (We can’t do it yet because it’s frozen to the ground.) We also thought it might be a good idea to put a padlock on the box that we can leave unlocked when we expect a delivery. The delivery man can lock it when he puts a package in the box.
Friday afternoon I went out to our coop to give the ducks and chickens fresh water. I noticed Butterfly, our very talkative hen, kind of doing a weird step. I had noticed it that morning as well, but I thought that I had almost stepped on her and she was hopping out of the way. The chickens all crowd around me when I enter their coop so it’s sometimes difficult to take a step. Yet, her hopping step acted more as if something was causing her to stumble so I took a closer look and saw that a string from a feed bag had wrapped around her foot. I believe it happened the afternoon before when I put an empty feed bag on the floor of the coop so I could get on my knees and reach for an egg at the furthest corner of the bottom level of the coop without getting poop on my jeans. The hopping step Butterfly was taking was caused by me stepping on the string that was trailing behind her.
I picked up Butterfly and she lay calmly in my arms while I tried to untangle the string from her foot. It was too tightly fastened for me to get it off, so I put her down and went into the house to retrieve a pair of scissors, nail clippers, and a box cutter. I figured once of those items would enable me to cut the string. I went back into the coop, picked up Butterfly again, and used the box cutter to cut the string and then pull it off her foot. She lay calmly in my arms, and didn’t pull her foot away while I cut the string. I was amazed at how much she trusted me.
Yesterday morning EJ and I went to have our taxes done. We had to pay a little, but not as much as EJ feared we would have to pay. Whew. We had Lake Effect snow all day yesterday and the wind often blew the snow so the journey into town was beautiful.
Yesterday the group of Common Starlings flocked to our bird feeders. This is only the second time that I’ve seen them on our property. I think they are considered “nuisance birds” but I think they are actually quite beautiful. They feathers have such beautiful colors and patterns and their beaks are amazing.
We were watching the birds when EJ suddenly remarked that there was blood on one of the Starling’s beak. Hmmm.
Later in the afternoon I went out to care for the chickens and ducks. This is what I saw on the chicken’s feed bucket when I walked into the coop:

Yes. That is blood. I looked around and saw more blood splatter all over the coop. I felt tempted to put out police tape marking off a crime scene:
I counted the chickens to make sure they were all there: 1, 2, 3…8, 9, 10. Yup. All there. None were limping, none were dragging a wounded wing, none were oozing blood that I could see.
I went inside and told EJ about the gruesome scene. We wondered if a predator had tried to get the chickens and if Sassy had defended his harem. We wondered about the Starling with blood on its beak. I went outside and checked the chickens’ outside pen. There was no blood on the snow, no pile of feathers…so whatever had happened had occurred inside the coop. EJ came out to the coop with me and he thinks he saw blood on the roosters’ combs. He believes that the roosters had an epic battle for supremacy. Yikes.
Who knew that a coop was such a place of intrigue and drama?
It’s still a mystery why a Common Starling had blood on its beak.
Sometimes an Enchanted Forest is a dark place.
Our weather has been rather wacky lately. One day I’m wearing a hoodie and shoes, the next day I’m back to a coat, boots, hat, and mittens. One day we have temperatures up into the 50s and 60s and our snow melts, the next day it’s snowing and temperatures drop into the 20s or teens. I actually like every season and type of weather, although I respect the challenges and damage that storms can cause.
In addition to warmth and cold, sun and snow, we had severe thunderstorms in the wee hours of Tuesday morning. They woke EJ up and he unplugged our computers; JJ and I slept through the storms. We’ve had a couple of days of very strong wind. The wind caused the trees to sway wildly from side to side and the snow to swirl around with last year’s leaves. I love the wind, although living in the forest there is always concern that a tree will fall onto our house. Since we’ve lived here, we have heard the trees creaking and cracking and falling in the forest during wind and storms. In fact, this week’s storms “broke” a tree and other trees are holding their fallen comrade up. The wind knocked out power in several thousand homes in surrounding areas. We lost our internet for a bit but otherwise were unaffected.
This is what our weather looked like on Wednesday:

The deer are still visiting, but not quite as often now that they can find food elsewhere. They are mostly visiting when it’s snowy. When warm weather finally stays, I will have to put away the birdfeeders and then we won’t see the deer much until next winter. We have to put away the bird feeders in the Spring so the hungry bears waking from their winter sleep aren’t attracted to them. I have never seen a bear on our property, but I know there are bears in our area. Not long after we moved to Northern Michigan, someone posted a video of a bear seen just outside a town about 30 minutes from us. And last autumn I heard a customer at the farm store tell the cashier that a bear had destroyed their bird feeder. That customer lived outside a little town about five miles away. I’ve read that once a bear finds a food source, it will remember it and return. I can’t think of much that would scare me more than coming face-to-face with a bear.
With the (mostly) warmer temperatures, the ducks and chickens are spending more time outside. I can see them from our bedroom window. It’s fun watching them.

The ducks and chickens are also laying eggs again. All seven of our hens are laying eggs just about every day, and two or three of our five female ducks are laying–that’s ten eggs a day. I’m not exactly sure what to do with all these eggs.
Yesterday one of the ducks laid a “fairy egg.” They are also sometimes called witch eggs or wind eggs. Fairy eggs are tiny eggs that happen occasionally when something has disturbed the female duck or hen’s reproductive cycle Many times it doesn’t have a yoke. Our fairy egg had a very tiny yoke.
Last year both JJ and I received Jury Duty summons. We filled out the form and returned it, but hadn’t heard anything back all these months and months. Until now. I received notification in the mail of the dates when I have to show up at the courthouse: April 18-19. JJ has not yet received notification. Every county does things differently. In one county in which I lived, a person’s time of duty was a week. In another county it was a month. In our new county, it is apparently two days; of course, it could be longer if a case goes on for more than two days. I read that we will serve as a petite juror. I didn’t know what that was or how it differed from any other type of juror so I googled it. A petite juror is one who could serve on a civil or criminal case. I’m really, really hoping that I won’t be a juror in the trial of a couple that I read about in the news last month in which they tortured and murdered the woman’s father in his home with a knife, ax and crossbow, then left him to die. Just the details mentioned in the article was enough to turn my stomach. I don’t think I could handle hearing more gruesome details. Photos of the couplce and their victim accompanied the article. JJ said that he recognized them all: they had occasionally shopped at the grocery store he works at. Yuck.
So, this has been a difficult week and I struggled with PTSD symptoms. Soldiers, abuse victims, cancer patients and their caretakers, and many other people can suffer from PTSD. Our nephew who was in Iraq and suffers from PTSD says that PTSD is merely “A normal response to an abnormal situation.” We struggle at times with depression, anxiety, fear, panic…which we battle with everything we have. We are recovering, but although most days are good, some days are bad–and this has been a tough week.
One of the things that sort of triggered anxiety was when a friend told me that I should seek reconciliation with my abusive family because having no contact with them dishonored me, my Mom, and my family. It’s very common for family, friends, and Christians to pressure victims into going back to their abusers. Some of their arguments are that we are to love our enemies, live at peace with all people if possible, honor our mother and father, give abusers the benefit of the doubt–and many others. To those who are tempted to pressure victims with these arguments, I would like to ask some questions. These are the sorts of questions I have spent years considering.
Do you think that it is wrong for a person to try to escape oppression?
If it’s wrong to escape oppression then shouldn’t the Israelites have stayed in Egypt (in OT days)? Should the Jews have never tried to escape Hitler? Should Christians in the Middle East not try to escape ISIS? Should Muslim women never try to escape the horrors they experience under Islam?
If it’s wrong to escape oppression then why did God deliver His people from Egypt? Shouldn’t He have left them there so they could “love their enemies,” reconcile with them, and live in peace with them? Why were they groaning about the Egyptians anyway? Shouldn’t they have given the Egyptians the benefit of the doubt and recognized that maybe they really loved the Israelites and actually wanted a relationship with them? Same with Hitler. The Jews couldn’t read Hitler’s or the Nazi’s minds. How did they know the Nazis hated them and wanted to destroy them? Ok, such thinking is totally ridiculous, I know–but I’m serious about why God delivers His people if it’s wrong to escape oppression.
If it’s wrong to escape oppression then why does God often say in the Bible that He cares about the oppressed and needy, that He hears their groans and cries, and He will deliver them? Why did He say He came to set the prisoners free? Or didn’t He really mean it? (I think He means it.)
If it’s RIGHT to escape oppression then at what point does it become NOT RIGHT?
Think of dictators, groups, and individuals who did evil acts: Like Hitler, Stalin, ISIS, Jeffrey Dahmer, Ted Bundy, the BTK Killer. While not all of them had children, they all had families of one sort or another, at one time or another, some more than others. What sort of relationship would be appropriate for a family member to have with them? Let’s take Jeffrey Dahmer, for an example. He was a serial killer and sex offender who committed the rape, murder, and dismemberment of seventeen men and boys between 1978 and 1991. What if he was your brother? Should you allow him full access to your own family? Should you give your brother the benefit of the doubt and let him spend time with your son? Is it more important to have contact with your brother or to protect your son?
What if you had a very abusive husband. Let’s consider The BTK Killer. “BTK” stands for “Bind, Torture, Kill.” This serial killer brutally murdered 10 people and terrorized a whole generation of Kansans. He harmed OTHER people, but not his own wife and children. However, many abusive people harm their own families. Is it ok to divorce someone who hurt his own family like the BTK Killer hurt others? Or can she only escape him if she’s not married to him? Many, many churches say that abuse is NEVER a justification for divorce–and some say not even if a wife is in danger of being killed by her husband. So why would it be wrong for the BTK Killer to hurt other people, but not wrong if he hurt his own family?
If it’s ok for a wife to flee an abusive marriage then what about the kids? There are a lot of news stories about parents abusing their kids in terrible, terrible ways. Some parents are addicted to drugs or alcohol, some beat their children, some terribly neglect them, some molest their children, some kill their children. Read the news: The stories that surface now and then are heartbreaking! Just a few days ago a news story came across my FB newsfeed about a mother who was pimping her daughter on Craigslist. I believe the daughter was young–like maybe 5 years old–but any age would have been unacceptable. We are horrified when children are abused, and many times they are taken from their homes to protect them from their parents.
But what if the son or daughter is an adult? Why would it be right to protect a child from an abusive parent, but dishonorable for an adult child to protection him- or herself? And what is the daughter’s responsibility to her own children? In keeping in contact with her parents, must she risk putting her own children in harm’s way? Why is an abusive mother’s children worth protecting, but not her grandchildren? Because often abusive parents will abuse their grandchildren as well as their children.
What about if the parent is not physically abusive, but is emotionally abusive? Is it ok for a daughter to protect herself from physical abuse but not emotional abuse? Why is one form of abuse wrong and not the other? It is said that emotional abuse is a form of psychological torture and is even more damaging than physical abuse. Emotional abusers use the same tactics as in brainwashing and by cult leaders. Is it ok to escape the psychological torture and brainwashing of a cult but not a parent? Why?
Ought a son or daughter “honor” such a parent as the BTK Killer or the mother pimping her daughter? The BTK Killer’s children haven’t talked to him since his arrest. Are they wrong? What does it really mean to honor a parent? Can a parent be honored AND the daughter protect herself and her children? Is it possible that “honoring” can involve remembering the good things (even if few) that the parent did, or going on to live an honorable life so that shame is not brought to the family name? Or….? This article discusses honoring an abusive parent: The Christian and the Fifth Commandment – Part 2
So, what I am asking is where do you draw the line? Is it ok for Israel to escape Egypt and the Jews to escape Hitler but not ok for a victim to escape a serial killer? Is it ok to escape a serial killer but not an abusive brother or husband? Is it ok to escape an abusive brother or husband, but not an abusive parent? And wherever you draw the line, why do you draw it where you did? What makes some people more deserving of freedom from oppression/abuse than others? Why is it dishonorable for a daughter to walk away from abusive parents, but not dishonorable for Israel to walk away from abusive Egypt or Hitler? Why can victims of dictators, killers, rapists, molesters, and abusive husbands find freedom, but a daughter cannot? And why do YOU get to determine who goes free and who doesn’t?
So the “bad luck” of the daughter is that she was abused by relatives instead of strangers–because she could escape strangers, but not family. Why, then, would God so hate her that He doomed her to be born into a abusive family that she can’t get free of? But if a daughter cannot find freedom, and if she dishonors herself, her parents, and her family if she tries, then why has God said this:
Though my father and mother forsake me,
the Lord will receive me. (Ps 27:10)
Listen, daughter, and pay careful attention:
Forget your people and your father’s house.
Let the king be enthralled by your beauty;
honor him, for he is your lord. (Ps 45:10-11)
Sometimes friends contact me to share their stores of abuse and ask for help. Should I tell them to stay with their abusers? Because I won’t. I will never tell a victim of abuse that they must stay with their abuser–not if the abuser is a pharaoh, or a dictator, or a killer/rapist, or a husband, or a relative, or a parent.
I walk away from abuse and support the victims because of verses such as the following. I believe that we must live in balance between two extremes. Most people are aware of the verses about loving enemies and forgiving those who harm us. I don’t need to share those. However, few people seem to have read THESE verses, which are also in the Bible. Both must be taken into account. And I can’t resist adding my comments because I want you to consider that the verses must apply to everyone:
But now I am writing to you NOT TO ASSOCIATE WITH anyone who bears the name of brother if he is guilty of sexual immorality or greed, or is an idolater, reviler, drunkard, or swindler—NOT EVEN TO EAT WITH SUCH A ONE. For what have I to do with judging outsiders? Is it not those inside the church whom you are to judge? God judges those outside. “Purge the evil person from among you.” (1Cor 5:9-12)
Unless, of course, such a one is family. Why can we purge the spiritual brother but not the biological brother? Hmmm. How do we resolve the conflict if the biological brother is also a spiritual brother?
But understand this, that in the last days there will come times of difficulty. For people will be lovers of self, lovers of money, proud, arrogant, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, heartless, unappeasable, slanderous, without self-control, brutal, not loving good, treacherous, reckless, swollen with conceit, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, having the appearance of godliness, but denying its power. AVOID SUCH PEOPLE. (2 Tim 3:1-5)
Unless these people are family. Then you must keep in close contact with them. And, for the record, I was an extremely obedient daughter. I became “disobedient to parents” only at 28 years of age when I wouldn’t let my Mom take control of my marriage. I believe that when we marry, our primary relationship is husband-wife, not mother-daughter. I believe that in getting married, a couple doesn’t just ditch their parents. However, the role changes. There are problems if the parent tries to usurp the role of the husband. I will stand with my husband first because we are one flesh.
As for a person who stirs up division, after warning him once and then twice, HAVE NOTHING MORE TO DO WITH HIM, knowing that such a person is warped and sinful; he is self-condemned. (Titus 3:10-11)
Many times a truth-teller who speaks out about wrong is accused of causing division. This is not what this verse is talking about. If it is the truth-tellers who are the ones that this verse is talking about then Jesus was self-condemned because He caused MUCH division by speaking the Truth.
You shall not spread a false report. You shall NOT JOIN HANDS WITH a wicked man to be a malicious witness. You SHALL NOT FALL IN WITH THE MANY TO DO EVIL, nor shall you bear witness in a lawsuit, siding with the many, so as to PERVERT JUSTICE, nor shall you be partial to a poor man in his lawsuit. (Exodus 23:1-3)
Unless, of course, he is family. We must join hands with family to do evil and pervert justice…Right?
A scoundrel, a vicious man, lives by crooked speech, winking his eyes, shuffling his feet, pointing with his fingers. With deceit in his heart, he is always plotting evil and sowing discord. Therefore disaster suddenly overcomes him; unexpectedly, he is broken beyond repair. There are six things Adonai hates, seven which he detests: a haughty look, a lying tongue, hands that shed innocent blood, a heart that plots wicked schemes, feet swift in running to do evil, a false witness who lies with every breath, and him who sows strife among brothers. (Prov 6:12-19)
Wow! So God hates these types of people? But we must have higher standards than God Himself and love them.
God is a righteous judge, a God whose anger is present every day. If a person will not repent, he sharpens his sword. (Ps 7:11-12)
You mean God doesn’t try to reconcile with a person who is unrepentant? And He’s angry with them every day? Does that mean that He is an angry and bitter God?
“If your brother or sister sins against you, rebuke them; and IF THEY REPENT, forgive them. Even if they sin against you seven times in a day and seven times come back to you saying ‘I REPENT,’ you must forgive them.”
We must forgive them IF THEY REPENT. And repentance in Hebrew does not mean a mere “I’m sorry.” It’s turning from wickedness. God does not hold us to higher standards than He keeps Himself.
“Don’t suppose that I have come to bring peace to the Land. It is not peace I have come to bring, but a sword! For I have come to set a man against his father, a daughter against her mother, a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law, so that A MAN’S ENEMIES WILL BE THE MEMBERS OF HIS OWN HOUSEHOLD. (Matt. 10:34-36)
Wait! What? He didn’t pursue peace? And before you jump on the “a daughter against her mother” consider that there is more than one way for a daughter to be “against” her mother. A daughter can mistreat her mother, but a daughter can also be obeying God while the mother isn’t, which sets daughter against mother. I was NEVER against my Mom. I ALWAYS sought reconciliation until the very end. Besides, I think these are examples of the types of hostile relationships. I don’t think it excludes a mother who is against her daughter.
The wicked plots against the righteous and grinds his teeth at him; but Adonai laughs at the wicked, knowing his day will come. The wicked have unsheathed their swords, they have strung their bows to bring down the poor and needy, to slaughter those whose way is upright. But their swords will pierce their own hearts, and their bows will be broken…The wicked keeps his eye on the righteous, seeking a chance to kill him. But Adonai WILL NOT LEAVE HIM IN HIS POWER OR LET HIM BE CONDEMN when judged.(Ps. 37 12-15, 32-33)
Unless, of course, it is a daughter. Then God will leave her in the power of the wicked and make her suffer. Correct?
But Adonai is righteous; he cuts me free from the yoke of the wicked. (Ps 129:4)
Unless I am a daughter with wicked parents/family. Then I must be yoked with them forever.
Like a muddied spring or a polluted well is a righteous person who gives way before the wicked. (Prov. 25:26)
Unless I’m a daughter. Then I must give way before my wicked parent. Isn’t that what I’m being told?
He who justifies the wicked and he who condemns the righteous — both alike are an abomination to Adonai. (Prov. 17:15)
Of course, it’s ok to justify the wicked if he/she is a parent or family member. And it’s ok to condemn the righteous if she’s a daughter. While it might seem arrogant to claim I am righteous, I claim righteousness because I did not mistreat my family, I asked them to forgive me whenever I felt I acted wrongly, I always sought reconciliation, and I always did good to them when I had the opportunity. I never even defended myself when they accused me until my last letter to my Mom, in reply to a question she asked.
Blessed is the one
who does not walk in step with the wicked
or stand in the way that sinners take
or sit in the company of mockers (Ps 1:1)
Of course, if I’m a daughter, I MUST walk, stand, and sit with the wicked if the wicked are family.
I hope you can understand what I’m trying to say here: Yes, we must honor our parents, we must seek to live at peace with all people IF IT IS POSSIBLE, we must do good to those who wrong us. However, those things do NOT mean that we have to keep ourselves in the power of the wicked. I don’t believe God sets everyone free from the yoke of the wicked except a daughter or son. I DO believe that we must forgive IF a person repents, which my family has never, ever done. They have never acknowledged any wrong, any hurtful action at all. Harmful, damaging, dangerous actions are not to be tolerated just because a family member does it. The Bible is full of paradoxes and we have to take into account EVERYTHING it says.
I do not believe that I am being angry, bitter, dishonorable, unreasonable, or not understanding Scripture by believing this or taking the actions that I did.

I’m having a rough week.
I’ve been having panic/anxiety attacks. I hate them because they make me feel battered and messy and weak. I used to feel strong and able to handle difficult situations. I don’t feel that way any more. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever feel strong again.
I occasionally share information about abuse here or at FB because I would like to help people who are confused and struggling in abusive relationships to understand what is happening, why it is happening, and how to escape and recover. I’d also to educate people who are not in abusive situations so they can understand what victims are suffering and avoid adding to that suffering.
They say that when it comes to emotional abuse, “If are not experiencing it, you can’t understand it and if you are experiencing it, you can’t explain it.” I find that to be very, very true.
I think most victims do not speak up because…well, it’s no use. Sometimes I wish that could be silent too. In find that when victims try to explain the damage of abuse, more time than not people end up urging them to reconcile with their abusers and when they say they can’t, the victim is seen as petty, angry, bitter, and unforgiving. I was told this morning that I dishonored myself and my family by walking away from their abuse–because they are, after all, my family. Seriously, I almost think that the advice of “friends” is more damaging than the abuse of the abuser. I am a believer myself, but I sadly find that, in general, most Christians have little understanding of abuse and they most often tell victims that they must remain in abusive situations. This makes me angry–angry because rather than help the suffering, they end up beating them up even more. So the battering suffering ones grow silent.
Consider this: if a victim must always stay with her abusers, why did God lead His people out of oppressive slavery in Egypt? Why didn’t He just tell them to remain there and love their oppressors to Him? Instead, He delivered them. And throughout Scripture, God says He loves the oppressed and the needy, and He promises to deliver and rescue them. Why? And amazingly, there are places in Scripture where it says God thrust his people out of His presence because of their wickedness. If it’s so wrong to have No Contact with wicked people, why did God do this? (Jer 7 and 14, Romans 1)
Most victims do not share their stories of abuse. Those who share, at most, are really only sharing small fragments, tiny bits and pieces of their story. It’s impossible to share everything. This means that a person is not hearing about all the million little cruelties that damaged the victim, all the things the victim tried and tried and tried to do in order to reconcile with an abuser who didn’t want to reconcile, all of the anguish and reasons that finally led the victim to escape, and all the daily battles fought to recover. If most of the story is untold, a person can’t always know enough to understand what was so bad about the situation and why it can’t be fixed. People get the conclusion, but not the process of reaching it. So a person might wrongly jump to the conclusion that the victim is petty, making a mountain out of a molehill, unforgiving, unloving, refusing to give the one who hurt her the benefit of the doubt, refusing to give grace, and yada, yada, yada.
Victims are often told that they must love, forgive, and give their abusers “the benefit of the doubt.” What makes people think that they haven’t? If a victim had walked away at the first difficulty, they would never have suffered such damage at the hands of the abuser. Instead, they stayed. And they loved and forgave and gave their abuser the benefit of the doubt. And they stayed and they loved and forgave and gave their abuser the benefit of the doubt. And they stayed and they loved and forgave and gave their abuser the benefit of the doubt. And they stayed and they loved and forgave and gave their abuser the benefit of the doubt. I don’t know how many times I should repeat this before it sinks in. Victims stayed and they loved and forgave and gave their abuser the benefit of the doubt until one day they realized that they couldn’t take it anymore. They said “ENOUGH,” and “NO MORE” and they began to educate themselves about abuse, they escaped, and they began the long difficult process of recovery. So do not, under any circumstance, EVER tell a victim that she must try harder and longer and more to love and forgive and give their abusers the benefit of the doubt. They have done it far longer than you can imagine and it has caused them great damage.
I often wonder why people always tell the victim to love and forgive her abuser, but they rarely (ever?) tell the abuser to give it to the victim? People love, give grace to, justify, and defend the abuser while they condemn his victim. This is wrong.
Likewise, I wonder why people give the abuser the benefit of the doubt–assuming he really loves his victim, or that he just needs love, or that he isn’t really such a terrible person–but they almost never give the victim the benefit of the doubt. The victim is rarely, if ever, given the benefit of the doubt that she loved and forgave her abusers, gave them benefit of the doubt, and kept trying. Frankly, I’m tired of sympathy and support going to the unrepentant abuser. A repentant wrongdoer is one thing–he is deserving of mercy–but an unrepentant abuser is another, and I think the victim is more deserving of mercy than the ones who “cannot rest until they do evil; they are robbed of sleep till they make someone stumble. (Prov. 4:16)
I feel frustrated sometimes when people say that we can’t read others’ minds or know what is in their hearts so we must look at actions, give the abuser the benefit of the doubt, and assume he is actually loving and probably longs to reconcile. This sort of belief kept me trapped in abuse for YEARS. The first part is true: we can’t read others’ minds. However, often people say these things to a victim to convince her that she can’t know that her abuser hates her, since she doesn’t know what is in his mind, so she must give him the benefit of the doubt, assume he is good-hearted, and keep him in her life. But they are actually doing what they are accusing the victim of doing, which is assigning to a person motives that they can’t really see (since they aren’t mind readers) and ignoring the abuser’s actions. They don’t seem to consider that perhaps the victim actually is not just willy-nilly assigning imagined evil to the abuser but is correctly judging the abuser on his actions, and his actions are evil.
Although we can’t read people’s minds, the Bible does say that we can recognize whether someone is good or bad by their fruit–by their actions. An occasional failure is NOT abusive, but a pattern of mistreatment IS abusive. Abusive actions are not loving. A person who consistently mistreats another person does not love him because a person who loved would not keep consistently and unrepentantly hurting others. Consistent abusive action is indicative of hatred, not love. So, yeah, when I–or any victim–says that I know that my abuser(s) does not love me, do not tell me that he/she does. You have not heard all the story. You have not suffered at their hands. You do not know them.
Emotional abuse is often called “soul murder” or “emotional rape” for a reason. Emotional abusers love their victims as much as a rapist loves the woman he rapes. Imagine telling a rape victim that she can’t really know what was in his heart (since she can’t read his mind), and you are sure he must have actually loved her, and that she shouldn’t judge him, and that she really ought to give him the benefit of the doubt, and that she really should allow him access to her and her family. And then please don’t EVER say those things to a victim of emotional abuse.
I would like to ask people: Do you really think that one day I–or any victim–woke up and decided–piff! on a whim–that I would cut off contact with family? Do you really think that out of some minor, petty tiff I would throw away the family I loved, and the shared family history, and the celebrations of holidays and milestones, and my son’s connection with relatives, and mutual support during difficult times? Seriously? Well, let me tell you that takes years and years, it takes agonizing and heartbreak and tears and prayers and courage and strength and self-respect and faith to finally walk away from abuse. So, don’t ever believe that this was an easy or thoughtless decision for a victim, and don’t EVER pressure victims to return to her abuser. Not every family is good, and a victim doesn’t just walk away for no reason. Again, you don’t know the whole story, you see only tidbits. Don’t assume.
I would like to ask people: Do you REALLY believe that a victim has not considered that the abuse might be HER fault? That maybe she is misjudging or mistreating her abusers? Do you really think that she hasn’t poured over and struggled and cried over the verses about love and forgiveness and loving enemies, or that she has not begged God to please show her if she is wrong and to forgive her if she is? Abuse victims agonize over these things during long sleepless nights and soggy pillows. They often have trouble getting over the self-blame and guilt that they couldn’t love enough and couldn’t endure enough to change their abuser.
It’s true that people’s hearts can change and they can repent of what they have done. It’s true that God’s love can sometimes soften a hard heart. However, this is not true in every case. There is a difference between a person who sometimes sins–and then repents–and one who unrepentantly chooses to do wrong. The first person will heed correction and become wise. The second won’t. The Psalms and Proverbs are filled with descriptions of evil people who are arrogant and who deliberately plot to destroy the innocent. In fact, in interviews with researchers, abusers have said that often they perceive people who unconditionally love and forgive as weak and deserving of exploitation. They aren’t saying, “Wow! This person loves me! I think I will change my wicked ways!” Often giving unconditional love and forgiveness to an abusive person actually causes the abuse to INCREASE.
Victims are FREQUENTLY told that they must love their abuser to Christ. Listen: If all that was necessary to get a person to turn from his wicked ways was unconditional love then every single person who ever met Jesus while he lived on earth would have fallen to their knees in repentance. If anyone’s love could have caused a wicked person to change from his wicked ways, it would have been the perfect love of the Messiah. Yet, this did not happen. Jesus tended to polarize people–some were drawn to him but many others were repelled, offended, and threatened by him. They hated him and eventually killed him. Even one in his core group betrayed him. (John 6 describes a time when Jesus so offended his followers that many of them turned back and no longer traveled around with him.) So if Jesus’ love could not change every person–or even most people–who met him, what makes anyone think that a victim’s love is strong enough to change a wicked abuser?
I find Isaiah 26:10 to be interesting. Here is the verse in several versions:
New International Version
But when grace is shown to the wicked, they do not learn righteousness; even in a land of uprightness they go on doing evil and do not regard the majesty of the LORD.
New Living Translation
Your kindness to the wicked does not make them do good. Although others do right, the wicked keep doing wrong and take no notice of the LORD’s majesty.
English Standard Version
If favor is shown to the wicked, he does not learn righteousness; in the land of uprightness he deals corruptly and does not see the majesty of the LORD.
New American Standard Bible
Though the wicked is shown favor, He does not learn righteousness; He deals unjustly in the land of uprightness, And does not perceive the majesty of the LORD.
An abuser abuses not because of the failures of the victim, but because abusers choose to abuse. An abuser is changed–or not–by his own response to truth: Does he accept it or reject it? Does he repent of his sin or harden his heart? Although God is long-suffering, not willing that any should perish, he makes quite clear how he feels about those who are prideful. And even his patience has a limit: Romans 1 describes that when people consistently suppress and reject the truth, God will eventually give them over to their depraved mind.
The victim is often told that she must “love your enemies” and do good to them. The Bible says that, yes. However, what does this mean? There are ways that we can “love” our abusers, which does not include a victim keeping herself in his power. In fact, I would suggest that it is certainly NOT loving to allow someone to engage in destructive behavior without holding him accountable for it. It is not loving to the victim, and it is not loving to others, such as the children, who would be harmed by the abuser, and it is not even loving to the abuser himself. Unchecked evil tends to grow and become more violent and to draw more victims into the damage. And FYI: there are many verses about not walking, standing, sitting, staying with, associating with, or even eating with a wicked person. We are even told that if a person refuses to repent, to treat him like a pagan or tax collector.
I would further say that rather than be an act of unlove and ungrace, going No Contact can actually be an act of mercy. Rather than seek revenge, rather than try to destroy the enemy, a victim can choose to quietly withdraw to protect herself and her family. In this way, perhaps the abuser can face the consequences of his actions and turn to God. In 1 Cor. 5, Paul actually scolded the Corinthians for giving “grace” to a man who had been sleeping with his father’s wife, and recommended that they “hand this man over to Satan for the destruction of the flesh, so that his spirit may be saved on the day of the Lord.” Ouch. Not exactly the form of “loving of enemies” that we are used to.
A victim of abuse has been through hell. Her identity, value, self-confidence, and security has been attacked and, in many cases, destroyed. You better believe that she has become “messy.” She likely struggles with PTSD (caused by long-term trauma), depression, anxiety, fear, panic…even thoughts of suicide. She might cry and get angry. She doesn’t need anyone to tell her that she is weak, that her emotions are sinful, that she ought to return to her abuser, that she needs more faith. Walking away from the abusers required tremendous courage and strength and faith. Most victims also have to have the tremendous courage, strength, and faith to withstand friends, family, and church who condemn her. Many victims who walk away from abusive spouses often struggle with poverty. Often it takes tremendous courage, strength, and faith to get up in the morning and make it through the day. So, yeah, she’s messy but she’s mostly courageous, strong, and has tremendous faith. Don’t you ever tell her she’s NOT.
Like many suffering people, Job was raw and messy and emotional. Sometimes he sounded very angry with God. Like many victims, his friends were full of pious advice and accusations. Yet, at the end, this is what God said to Job’s friend, Eliphaz:
“I am angry with you and your two friends, because you have not spoken the truth about me, as my servant Job has. So now take seven bulls and seven rams and go to my servant Job and sacrifice a burnt offering for yourselves. My servant Job will pray for you, and I will accept his prayer and not deal with you according to your folly. You have not spoken the truth about me, as my servant Job has.” (Job 42)
Sometimes I wonder why I speak up. I’m deep-down weary and I feel battered by the advice of people who don’t understand. But then someone contacts me privately and shares their story of abuse and asks for help. I speak because I care for them.
Answer me, Lord, out of the goodness of your love;
in your great mercy turn to me.
Do not hide your face from your servant;
answer me quickly, for I am in trouble.
Come near and rescue me;
deliver me because of my foes.
You know how I am scorned, disgraced and shamed;
all my enemies are before you.
Scorn has broken my heart
and has left me helpless;
I looked for sympathy, but there was none;
for comforters, but I found none. (Ps. 16-20)

Last week we have very warm weather, with temperatures reaching into the 50s and even low 60s. Almost all of our snow melted. I shed my coat and boots and wore a hoodie and shoes.

Since it’s only February, I knew it was completely unrealistic to believe that the spring-like weather would continue so I wasn’t surprised when winter weather returned on Friday. We had a “wintry mix” with freezing rain, hail, and several inches of snow. It snowed so hard that we even had thunder-snow. It has been snowing today as well, and a strong wind keeps blowing the snow into snow-nadoes that are fun to see.
With the days growing longer and the warmer temperatures, the chickens and ducks have been spending more time outside. My poultry don’t seem to like wintry weather all that much so they stay in their coop when it’s cold and snowy. The chickens have begun laying eggs again which is a delight!
I’ve been researching geese with the strong probability of buying a couple. Geese are very good for home security. As one article I found said,
Geese can make excellent “watchdogs” or guards. In fact, geese are used to guard businesses such as whiskey warehouses in Scotland and military facilities in Europe. Geese are loud and quick to respond when they hear the slightest questionable noise. Geese naturally understand, without any training, that any people and animals living on the property are part of their flock. They tend to have no fear of challenging a human or animal that intrudes on “their” property or that threatens “their” people and animals. A flock of geese may be an unusual method of home security, but they can be effective without any special training.
I do not know if geese would scare off the deer and wild turkeys, which would make me sad, but I like the idea of having guardian geese protect the ducks and chickens from predators and warn us of strangers. I hear that some people find geese more scary than dogs–maybe because they are not as familiar. Hmmm. I wouldn’t want the geese to scare off the UPS or Fed Ex delivery guys though.

There are many different breeds to choose from, but I am considering African Geese. I’ve learned that they are very good guardians, are very fertile, are good mothers, and are excellent at weeding. I also read in an article, “African geese are more likely than the other two heavy breeds to be interested in having a relationship with humans. ‘Even though I don’t spend a lot of time with them, they stay pretty tame. Africans stand out as the friendliest.’” I like the idea of a friendly goose who is a good guard against predators.
We are considering getting two geese–one male and one female. I told my guys that I would name one “Dragon” and the other something like “Ogre.” Guards ought to have strong, scary names, a and since I call our property our “Enchanted Forest,” I think our guardians should have fairy tale names. Besides, I like the thought of putting up a sign warning trespassers to turn around or I will release the Dragon and Ogre.
I was all set to call one of the local farm markets this morning to see if we could order goslings from them when EJ told me that guinea hens go after ticks. I read that with all the warm weather we’ve had, there might be more ticks than usual in Michigan this summer. I hate ticks. Ticks are like spiders only they dig in so you can’t just brush them off.
So I researched guinea hens and I learned that they also go after potato bugs, moths, slugs, aphids, Japanese beetles, grasshoppers and other creepy-crawlers. “Other creepy-crawlers” might include giant spiders? Guinea hens also, I read, kill snakes, and chase robins and other birds away from cherry trees and strawberry patches.
The problem with guinea hens is that they aren’t as tame as other poultry. An article I read at Countryside website said,
“Unlike chickens, guinea fowl can run faster, fly higher, range further, and “sing” louder than most poultry. Guinea fowl can be very difficult to catch unless they are trained. They can fly up onto the roof of a house or high up into a tree. Although they are not as loud as peafowl, they are more “talkative”, especially during that first year of life when everything they see and hear is new and unusual to them.
If guineas are not trained to roost inside a poultry shed at night, they will take to the trees and have all night slumber parties, talking into the wee hours – especially during a full moon.
Noisy? Mostly when there’s a good reason – such as a hawk or other predator, or a human stranger.
Our neighbor told EJ that a previous owner had had a flock of guinea hens. She let them free-range and couldn’t ever get them to return to their coop. The coyotes picked them off one by one. So although I love that they would provide pest control, I’m indecisive about the wisdom of getting them. We might get a few and try them out.

Since I have bought my first chickens and ducks, I learned of something called “Chicken Math.” Chicken Math occurs when a person starts out with the intention of just buying a couple chickens. The next thing they know, their small flock has increased to four, ten, twenty, or more chickens as well as including a few ducks, geese, guinea hens, turkeys….I have fallen prey to Chicken Math.
Yikes! I can’t believe that I haven’t written since January 29th! I have a lot of catching up to do.
Mostly I didn’t write because I was very tired. I don’t think that I’ve had a good night’s sleep for more than a year. Shortly after we moved, our bed became more and more uncomfortable. We weren’t sure what, exactly, was the problem, so we spent the year “tweaking”–buying a foam mattress topper, getting new box springs, building a platform, buying a new mattress. I thought the new mattress would finally solve the problem, but I still haven’t been sleeping. I’ve just had a series of naps, sleeping part of the night in the bed, and then part of the night in EJ’s lazy-boy chair, and then napping on the bed in the morning after EJ left for work…and waking up each time with an aching back. This last weekend we made another minor tweak, and the bed felt more comfortable so maybe we have finally fixed all the uncomfortable elements–although EJ said it will probably take a bit of time for my back to heal.
Since we have moved north, we have made much progress in recovering from PTSD and anxiety. However, we have taken a few steps backwards into anxiety because of the possibility that JJ’s cancer might have returned. JJ’s next oncology appointment is at the end of July and it feels like a sword hanging over our heads. We are praying all the time that his cancer numbers decrease.
It snowed a lot at the beginning of winter with 6-12 inches at a time. I had to snowblow every day or two just to keep up. Once we entered 2017, however, the pace slowed. It snow just about every day, but only a few inches at a time. It wasn’t really worth bothering with, which was good because the belt on the snowblower broke in early February–or was it late January? The previous owners had put the wrong type of belt on the snowblower, so it took EJ a few tries to find the correct belt and then he had to learn how to put it on the snowblower. We’ve never lived where we needed a snowblower, so we aren’t experienced with them. However, thanks to You Tube videos and a co-worker who has a side business of repairing machines, EJ was able to get the snowblower up and running.
We’ve actually had quite a few warm days mixed in with the colder days. It made outside chores more tolerable but the warm days presented their own challenges because during the day some of the snow melted and then froze at night when the temperatures dropped, making our property very icy and slippery. One evening when Danny needed to go outside, the porch step was so slippery that he fell and couldn’t get the necessary traction to get back on his feet. I had to hold his collar and drag him across the icy porch. Once I got him back inside, I salted the step to get rid of the ice. I’ve kept Danny on a leash to keep him away from deep snow or treacherous ice so his leg can heal.
Of course, the ice made our driveway very treacherous. It was difficult to decide whether it was better to snowblow the driveway or to let the snow cover the ice in hopes that it would provide traction. The decision was taken out of our hands: With the snowblower out of commission for a few weeks, the snow in the driveway got a bit deep, then the warm days melted the snow into slush, which then froze into nubbly icy waves. It was impossible to snowblow such an uneven surface. Fun. But although traversing the driveway was dicey at times, neither EJ nor JJ got stuck.
This week the temps have risen into the high 40s and more of the snow is melting. We have spreading patches of bare ground appearing.
With the warmer weather, the chickens and ducks have been spending more time outside and have they have begun laying eggs again. It’s nice to look out of our bedroom window and seeing them enjoying the weather. Every morning when I went out to the coop, I found Sassy Rooster and 1-3 hens in the duck side. It was a chore to get them back into their side of the coop/pen. I considered just letting them all mingle together but when I tried, it, Sassy began picking on Esther, our lame duck, so I quickly separated them again. Yesterday EJ fastened more wiring above the dividing fence in the pen so the chickens can’t cross over. They liked perching on the top of the dividing fence so he put a long railing in their coop for them to perch on instead.
We’ve heard from several different people downstate that the sandhill cranes are migrating south so maybe we will have an early Spring. Of course, it is only February, which means it’s unrealistic to think we won’t get more winter weather. In fact, I read this morning that a strong storm system bringing wintry weather is heading our way for the weekend. But at the least the warm weather will melt more of the ice in the driveway to make it easier to snowblow.
Despite the challenges, I actually really love winter. I can’t decide whether autumn or winter is my favorite season, but definitely I prefer colder weather. I love wearing sweatshirts and jeans. There’s nothing like the “warm fuzzy” feeling of cuddling up in a blanket with a cat on my lap and a dog at my feet sipping hot coffee while the snow falls outside. I love the breathtaking beauty of a snow-covered landscape. I love the way the wind makes the snow swirl into snow-nadoes. When the trees are bare of leaves in the winter, I can see more of the horizon, which means that I can enjoy the beautiful sunrises and sunsets that are hidden by summer’s foliage. And although I think that snowblowing is more difficult than mowing the lawn, I prefer snowblowing. In the summer, I quickly become overheated when mowing the lawn; EJ says that my face gets both very red and very white at the same time. I think it’s easier to stay warm in the winter than to get cool in the summer.
Most of all, I love watching and photographing the wildlife in the winter. During the summer we don’t see much wildlife because the birds, turkeys, and deer stay hidden in the forest. During the winter months, however, they are drawn out of the forest to the bird feeders near the house. It is so delightful to sit on my couch and take photos of them.
I think winter is absolutely magical. But Spring is exciting too and I’ve begun dreaming of being able to put away the coats and boots, and opening windows, and drying laundry on the clothesline, and having campfires…
I haven’t written for…a week or two? Life has been happening.
JJ is back in his college classes. He really enjoys his classes. He is taking a law enforcement class, sociology, math and, I think, a psychology class.

Almost every year Michigan has what is called a “January thaw,” in which the weather warms up a bit. Many times it’s just for a day or two. This year the January thaw lasted a couple of weeks. The temperatures rose during the day and melted some of the snow and then they dropped during the night and froze the slushy puddles. It made our driveway very icy.
I think Danny must have fallen on the icy because he started to limp. His limp wasn’t that bad at first, but it steadily got worse. I think his insistence on “swimming” through deep snow to get to the places he has chosen as his toilet area just made his injury worse. After a several days, he went from a slight limp to not wanting to put any weight on his leg.
So JJ and I took Danny to the vet last Monday. It’s the first time we’ve visited a veterinarian up here. The vet was ok, but there are some people you just immediately “connect” with and she wasn’t one of them. I am not sure I will keep going to her. I might try another veterinary once Danny’s current problem is resolved. I really missed our old vet downstate, whom we had gone to for years and years. He was retiring at the same time we were moving north, so even if we had stayed down there, he wouldn’t have been our vet.
Anyway, the vet thinks Danny got a football player-type injury in which his ligament sort of stretched and allows his knee too much movement. She prescribed pills for him to reduce inflammation and pain and her nurse gave him a laser treatment to help the muscle heal. Danny had to wear goggles during the treatment to protect his eyes. He looked cool. Danny handled the treatment and goggles as calmly as he does everything. The vet said that if he doesn’t improve, she can have x-rays done to see if there is some other problem. I’m hoping it won’t come to that because I suspect it will be expensive and we are not exactly rolling in money.
The January Thaw ended a couple of days ago. We are back to wintry cold and snow. We’ve had some heavy snow, but it’s not accumulating like it did before the thaw. I’m glad. It’s physically tiring to snowblow the driveway every day.
JJ has periodic appointments with his oncologist to make sure he remains cancer-free. His most recent appointment was on Friday. Before JJ had cancer, we never really thought about the possibility of our son getting cancer. It was always “someone else” who battled cancer. However, once it happened, we know that it’s not someone else, it’s us. And if it happened once, it can happen again. In fact, JJ says that he was told–I think by the oncologist downstate–that he has a 60% chance of the cancer returning so he always sort of assumes that he will get cancer again. Trips to the oncologist are always stressful.
Since JJ is 21–and will be 22 in two months–I always ask him if he wants me to come with him into the exam room. I want to give him emotional support, but also respect his independence. He has been saying, “Naw. I got this.” So I waited in the reception area for him. When he rejoined me, he said that he is mostly good. However, one of the cancer markers in his blood has been rising a bit. “Cancer marker” is one of the new terms we learned when JJ was diagnosed with the disease. A cancer marker is a biomarker found in blood, urine, or body tissues that can be elevated by the presence of one or more types of cancer. There are many different tumor markers, each indicative of a particular disease process, and they are used in oncology to help detect the presence of cancer.
JJ’s marker number has risen to 4. He is still in the “safe” zone. However, if his number rises to 6 he will have to have a CT Scan to see if his cancer has returned. We are all a bit anxious at the possibility of JJ’s cancer returning. We try not to worry, but I think we will always have anxiety about cancer. JJ’s next oncology appointment is scheduled for the end of July.
So, as I already wrote the other day, our mattress was scheduled to arrive between 9:45 a.m. and 11:45 a.m. on Thursday. JJ and I waited near the entrance of our driveway for several hours so we could transport the mattress the rest of the way by sled if the delivery men didn’t want to attempt driving up our steep 500 foot driveway. They never arrived. So throughout the day I called Sears at least three times and I contacted their on-line chat once. (I prefer to use on-line chat because an accent doesn’t get in the way of communication.) Each time I contacted Sears I was transferred to a call center located in India. The conversations were always the same. After a few calls, I realized that they must be reading from a script on “How to Deal with an Angry Customer.”
I would explain the situation–the scheduled delivery that hadn’t occurred, the steps I had taken to resolve this, and so on.
PIIWHATICBU (Person in India with heavy accent that I could barely understand): “I understand how frustrating this situation is for you. The delivery men could not locate your address. Can you verify your address for us?
I told them my address. Again.
PIIWHATICBU: We can reschedule the delivery for January 27.
Me: Waiting another two weeks for delivery is unacceptable. I want the mattress delivered TODAY. If they can’t find my address they can call me and I will give them further directions. If they don’t want to attempt driving up my driveway, they can call me and I will take it up the driveway myself.
PIIWHATICBU: Will you verify your phone number. (I do.) Ok. They will be there within two hours.
I’d wait for two hours and there was no sign of a delivery truck so I called back. We’d repeat the conversation. They would tell me to call the local Sears to resolve the problem. I would call the local number and I would be transferred to the call center in India. I was getting very frustrated and increasingly angry. Finally, my last conversation went something like this:
PIIWHATICBU: We understand your frustration. Our records show that the mattress was delivered.
Me: Did your delivery man throw the mattress in the snow at the bottom of my driveway? Because no mattress was delivered to my house and the only way it was delivered was if they threw it in the snow and drove off.
PIIWHATICBU: We can reschedule your delivery for January 29th. We will call the night before to give you a window of time in which it will be delivered.
Me. “No. That is unacceptable. The mattress was on a truck in my area TODAY so there is no reason for it to take another TWO WEEKS to get to my house. I realize it is now too late to be delivered today so I want it delivered TOMORROW. And I don’t want to be given another “time window” for delivery. I have been given multiple “time windows” and am still waiting for my mattress.
PIIWHATICBU: Can you verify your address?
Me: No I cannot. I have verified my address multiple times ALL DAY long. You have my correct address. You also have my correct phone number. I don’t know why the delivery men can’t find my driveway when they’ve never had problems making deliveries in the past. Do they have GPS? I have asked you to have the delivery men call when they get to my area and no one has called. I want to talk to your manager.
PIIWHATICBU: Ok. I will put you on hold and find a manager. [I wait at least ten minutes.] The manager is busy but he will call you within three hours.
That was two days ago. I have not yet heard from any manager.
I was so frustrated and spitting mad when EJ got home. He ended up driving all the way to Sears in the next town to talk to a real person. The woman he talked to–head of operations or something–was very friendly and helpful. EJ explained all the steps I had taken, my frustration at repeatedly having to talk to people in India that I could barely understand. She said the store employees are often frustrated as well because they have to talk to the people in India and they can’t really understand them either. Plus, the people in India really don’t know much beyond what is on their script so they really aren’t much help. She showed EJ that the computer had our correct address and phone number. She scheduled the delivery for Saturday (today). She gave him her personal cell phone number and said that if the mattress was not here by noon to give her a call.
So this morning EJ wrote our house numbers in BIG NUMBERS on a piece of wood and put it out by the road. “CAN YOU SEE IT NOW???” He kept his phone with him. Wouldn’t you know it, it rang the one time he had left it on the table while he went into another room. I ran to answer it. When I heard a heavily accented Indian voice, I handed the phone to EJ, who by that time was next to me. Here is the really crazy thing: The delivery guys had to call India to call us to tell us that they had arrived. EJ told the guy from India that he would drive down and, if the delivery guys could help, he would fasten the mattress to the top of his Suburban and transfer it the rest of the way to our house. The India guy then called the delivery men, who were at the bottom of our driveway, and passed on the message.

The delivery guys were actually really good guys. They told EJ that they couldn’t make it up our driveway because their truck gets easily stuck in even the slightest snow. They helped EJ load the mattress and he got it to the house. We now have the new mattress on the bed.

Yay! Now maybe I will get some decent sleep. EJ took a nap on the bed and said it was heavenly.
I have heard that Sears is losing money and is closing many stores. No kidding! I think that Sears, and businesses like them, need to understand a few things:
1. It’s vital for their success to have happy, satisfied customers. An unhappy customer will go to their competitors.
2. I understand that businesses save money by outsourcing their support services to other countries like India. But they are not saving money if their customers are can’t get good customer service.
3. Good communication is vital, including being able to understand what the person on the other side of the phone is saying.
4. The support staff in India were able to do a few limited things–like schedule regular deliveries. They absolutely had no authority or ability to deal with any problems. If their job to provide support and resolve problems, they need to be given the ability to do it.
5. I was caught in an endless loop. Whether I called the phone number on Sears’ website or tried to call my local store, I was constantly transferred to the call center in India. When they couldn’t resolve my problem, I needed to have access to someone who could resolve problems. That access did not exist.
The local people were excellent, but we had to drive to the actual store to get any help. Because of Sears’ mishandling of our delivery problems, we don’t plan to shop there again. But that is probably a moot point anyway because if they can’t provide good customer service, their store isn’t going to survive.
So today was the BIG day that our new mattress was scheduled to arrive!!! Yay!
EJ has been sleeping on JJ’s old twin mattress while I slept on the couch. The couch is very comfy for sitting on, but not as comfortable as the mattress is for sleeping on. EJ offered to let me have a turn at sleeping on the mattress but I refused because he has been suffering from greater-than-normal back pain lately and I thought he should have the better “bed.” I don’t sleep well on the couch and wake up with a sore back every morning. I’ve been enduring by counting the “(not) sleeps” until our new mattress arrived.
Sears texted me last night that the new mattress would be delivered between 9:45 a.m. and 11:45 a.m. this morning. In preparation, JJ shoveled a path to the front door last night while EJ snowblowed up near the house. We had a dilemma because it had rained several days ago. The rain froze and made our driveway very icy. The only thing that provided any sort of traction was the several inches of snow that has fallen. So do we snowblow or not?
This morning I was going to re-snowblow the areas EJ had cleared last night and maybe also the driveway because we had gotten several more inches of snow and I wasn’t sure the delivery guys would even want to attempt driving up to the house with so much snow. I filled the snowblower with gas, turned it on, and started out of the garage, but the snowblower motor started smoking and I saw that the blades weren’t rotating so I quickly turned it off and tried to see what the problem was. I found a thin strip of metal had gotten wrapped around the blades. I got it out, but couldn’t start the snowblower. Later I got the snowblower going again, but the blades still didn’t rotate. EJ texted that it is probably the belt. Not something I know how to fix.
JJ and I used shovels to clear off the places near the house. At just before 9:45 a.m., we headed down to the end of the driveway with the EJ’s big ice-fishing sled to wait for the delivery men. I didn’t want the guys to look at our driveway and decide not to deliver our mattress when we are willing to pull it up on the sled if we have to. The sled is so heavy that I didn’t know how we could pull it up with the added burden of a queen-sized mattress on it, but we’d manage somehow. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. EJ had said last night that we could attach it to the snowblower and use the snowblower to pull it up but, well, with the snowblower not working, that wasn’t going to happen.
We waited for two hours in the snowy cold for the delivery men to arrive. Nothing. So I checked the “delivery status” on-line and it said, “Delivered.” It was NOT delivered. I called Sears, listened to the answering machine messages giving me a bunch of options. I hate that. I finally was connected to someone with such a strong India accent that I could hardly understand her. I finally understood that she was telling me to call the local store. She gave me a phone number. So I called, and I had to listen to another bunch of answering machine options. When a real person finally answered, she spoke so softly and fast that I really understood only about half of what she said. I told her a couple of times that I couldn’t understand her and needed her to repeat herself. I did understand that she was telling me that my “blah, blah, blah, next delivery date would be January blah, blah.” I said “No.” No we aren’t waiting another two weeks for the mattress. So then she told me that the delivery men would be at my home within two hours.
I waited another hour and a half outside. I shoveled some of the 500 foot driveway to maybe make it more attractive for the delivery men to drive up the driveway to our house.
When the second two hours expired, I chatted with someone on-line from Sears, who tried to discover the problem, who then told me to call the delivery team. So I did (again), listened to the options, waited on hold, and was connected to a guy with an India accent, but not as strong as the first person. I probably understood about 75 percent of what he said. He asked me what time it was where I was, so I’m pretty sure he wasn’t in the USA. He tried to tell me that the mattress had been delivered. I told him that I have waited outside most of the day and unless the delivery guys recently drove up and threw the mattress in the snow at the end of the driveway, it was definitely NOT delivered. I also mentioned that I had ASKED them to call me when they neared our area if they had any difficulty finding us and they had not called. Like everyone else I talked to today, he verified my address. He also said he wanted to verify my phone number, but he rattled off my old number from the old house downstate. YIKES! Was our mattress delivered to the old house? But no, everyone verified the correct address. And, I told the guy, I had made sure that they had my correct phone number. PLUS the text informing me of the delivery time was sent to my current phone number. He said (I think) that if he had to reorder another mattress, the delivery date would be January 27.
I confess I yelled because I am exhausted, achy, cold, and very frustrated. I used to be very understanding and very patient and very enduring…but doggone it.
The did a bit more checking and said that our mattress is actually still on the truck and they will deliver it when they have delivered all the other items.
We shall see.
I’m still waiting…
JJ has made several unsuccessful attempts to drive in to the college to buy his books (the bookstore was closed for the holidays), but yesterday he tried again and was finally able to get his books before his new classes start. He wanted company so I went with him. We always have a friendly debate over who will drive. I said, “Your errand, you drive.” It is so beautiful here that I like to be the passenger and take photos. I can’t do that if I drive.
Today we are expecting several inches of new snow. Then the snow will switch to rain, which will make driving dangerous when the temps drop towards evening and the rain freezes. We also could get high winds up to 60 mph which could cause trees to fall and power outages. I’m really praying EJ gets home before the weather gets nasty. Fortunately, JJ doesn’t have to work today.
Although winter has its challenges, there is also a lot of magical delight to the season. It’s absolutely gorgeous to watch the snow falling. And I love to watch the wildlife. During the summer the birds and other animals tend to stay hidden in the forest. However, in the winter when the bears are hibernating, I am able to put out my bird feeders which draws the birds out where I can see and enjoy them. Mostly we get chickadees, nuthatches, goldfinches, and four different types of woodpeckers. Occasionally we see blue jays and very rarely we see a cardinal. All year we see crows and ravens flying overhead, and once in a while they visit the feeders.
Word gets around and other critters are attracted to our feeders as well. We occasionally get flocks of turkeys–sometimes as many as 25.
Just recently the deer have been visiting the bird feeders. They really love eating the seed mix that I put out for the birds. A couple of times I have put out a carrot as a special treat for them. Every evening at least one, most of the time at least two, and as many as six deer come to our feeders. A couple of them are quite young and visit with their Mamas.
It’s really a delight to watch them. They are quite skittish so just before I expect them to start arriving, I sit on the couch where I have a good view of the feeders through the windows. When I see them, I quietly lift my camera and zoom in to take photos or videos. Some of the deer are very curious and come right up to the windows to peer in at us. One cute little deer played a game of “peek-a-boo” with us. It makes me wonder if we are observing them or they are observing us.
This next video is of a Mama trying to reach the seed in the tray feeder just outside the window while her baby watches. Just as she walked away, my battery died and the camera turned itself off:
You can see other videos at my Youtube page. (I hope this link to my Youtube page works!)
Here is a collection of photos I’ve taken over the last few days:
I really love watching the wildlife here. It’s so magical and enchanting. I love living here!

This morning dawned in quiet, snow-covered beauty. I’m still getting used to the challenges of harsher winters, but I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else. It is so beautiful.
Danny wanted outside as EJ was leaving for work. I went out with him and refilled the bird feeders for any birds, squirrels, turkeys, or deer who decide to visit. I know many people try to keep the squirrels from their feeders, but I honestly enjoy every critter who shows up. They are all fun to watch.
Hanukkah ended last weekend, but I have been pondering some thoughts I thought during Hanukkah but was too busy to write about. For those who are unfamiliar with it, Hanukkah is a holiday based on the story and tradition of the Jewish people’s defeat of the Seleucid Empire (Syrian-Greeks) in the Holy Land. In the 2nd century BC a small army of Jews called the “Maccabees” staged a rebellion against the Seleucids during their attempts to Hellenize the Jewish people and Land of Israel. You can read more about it here: Hanukkah. The message of Hanukkah is, basically, about not letting the darkness of the world overcome our light. Yeshua (Jesus) celebrated it (John 10:22) and it’s something that, as a believer, I can celebrate as well.
During Hanukkah, my thoughts dwell on not letting our lights be overcome by darkness and not being conformed to this world.
Many people loudly declare that they are standing against wrong when in reality they are succumbing to it–they are part of the darkness, not the light. Trying to silence those who have a different opinion, beating up people for voting differently, ambushing and murdering police, hating someone because of their color (whether black or white), rape, abuse…these are evil actions no matter who does them. It’s not wrong if one group does it and ok if another does it.
I don’t believe that we can heroically and courageously stand against major evils in our world unless we are making small everyday choices to stand firm.
I really enjoy the Doctor Who series. When my work is done and I want to relax, I watch Doctor Who. I was re-watching the series during Hanukkah and the combination has resulted in an interesting line of thought.
For those who are unfamiliar with Doctor Who (Gasp), the Doctor is a time-traveling Time Lord who take a variety of companions with him to share in his adventures. Every now and then he “regenerates”–he’s the same doctor, the same character, but he’s played by a different actor. The series originally ran from 1963 to 1989. There was an unsuccessful attempt to revive regular production in 1996, and then it was relaunched in 2005 with the ninth regeneration of the Doctor. I began watching the series with the most modern episodes.

The modern series began in 2005 with the ninth Doctor who had a companion named Rose Tyler. When she ran off with the Doctor she left behind her boyfriend, Mickey Smith. The Doctor didn’t respect Mickey much, often deliberately mispronouncing his name, calling him “Mickey the Idiot,” and valuing him only when he was useful to them. Rose didn’t seem to give much thought to Mickey except on her occasional visits home. Mickey, meanwhile, wasn’t much for adventure–which is fine, not everyone is an adrenaline junkie–but he never moved on with his life. His life was on hold while he kept waiting for Rose to return….until one day he had a pivotal moment that changed everything.

It occurred in an episode called “School Reunion,” in which the tenth Doctor reconnected with a previous companion, Sarah Jane Smith, who first appeared in the series in 1973. With her was K-9, the Doctor’s robot dog who he had left with her when she ceased traveling with him. Sarah Jane met the Doctor’s new companions and in a conversation with Mickey, she said, “The Doctor likes traveling with an entourage. Sometimes they’re human, sometimes they’re aliens and sometimes they’re tin dogs. What about you? Where do you fit in the picture?” Mickey Smith replied, “Me? I’m their man in Havana. I’m their technical support. I’m…Oh my god. I’m the tin dog!”
This realization that he was merely the “tin dog,” set aside until needed, was the pivotal moment that changed his life. At that point, he decided that he would no longer be the tin dog. He began traveling with the Doctor, he became active rather than passive in his life, and he began to transform into a warrior who courageously fought against evil.

I do not blame victims for abuse. The blame belongs to the abusers who are extremely skilled at confusing their victims, at gaslighting their victims so that they second-guess and blame themselves, at exploiting their victims’ compassion, while they destroy their victims’ boundaries, self-confidence, and identity. However, one day a victim wakes up, begins to understand what has been happening, and at that pivotal point he (or she) decides that he has had enough and will tolerate no more. It begins with a realization, a shift in thinking, a decision, and a step as the victim begins to say, “ENOUGH; NO MORE.” He begins transformation from a confused victim to a survivor who encourages and helps other victims, from a tin dog into a warrior–becoming a Maccabee who courageously stands against evil.
I’ve shared portions of my story before. I was raised–both in the family and in the church–without a real understanding of boundaries. I was taught to be loyal to family/church, to be respectful of others, to be unconditionally loving and forgiving no matter what a person did, to not confront. When I KNEW that an action was right or wrong, I could/would stand firm, but I could be manipulated if I was unsure. Most of these characteristics aren’t bad…so what’s wrong with them? Just as fire can be used for good purposes or bad–to warm a person and cook a meal or to destroy homes–abusive people twist these things to gain control. So “loyalty to family” can be twisted into a group pressure to conform to the demands of the group and into a dysfunctional “code of silence” that hides and defends abuse. “Unconditional love and forgiveness” without requiring a change of behavior can be twisted into a refusal to confront evil, which empowers the unrepentant abuser. And so on.
My eyes began to be opened when I resisted my Mom’s attempt to seize control of my marriage, which I felt was wrong. Still, for most of our marriage, EJ and I tried to reconcile with my family–until it finally became clear to us that my family wasn’t interested in reconciliation. They wanted abusive power and control. At that point, we chose to stop being the tin dog and we began to resist evil, which abusers often disguise as love. We chose to have No Contact with my family.
Slightly off topic, but still relating to it: Just today I ran across an article at Facebook about a woman who forgave the drunk driver who almost killed her. I didn’t read the article because I’ve read many such articles in the past and usually know how they continue. This article could be different, but I doubted it. “Forgiveness” in such stories usually means that there is no attempt to confront an offender, to hold him accountable, or to bring him to justice. If the drunk driver is “forgiven” without any consequences for his actions he is free to continue driving while drunk and somewhere, sometime, he will likely not merely “almost kill” another person. So how is it loving to “forgive” a drunk driver for almost killing you and thereby setting him free to perhaps kill someone else? EJ told me he had once worked with a guy who stated that he was heading into 90 days in jail for drunk driving. This was his TWELVETH arrest. Drunk drivers, like many others with addictions, tend to not just stop. Likewise, “Unconditionally forgiving” a molester might sound loving but it allows the molester the freedom to go on to harm others, and provides no justice for the victims whose lives are forever affected by his actions. These days people seem to view repentance and justice as negative, hateful, revengeful–and it can be twisted to be so–but they actually protect the innocent by preventing evil from continuing to do harm. It’s part of “resisting evil.”
Anyway….EJ and I have always deeply respected the rights and boundaries of others, but we have not understood that we also have the right to have our rights and boundaries respected. Setting healthy boundaries is one way that we can oppose evil. When we oppose evil in small ways–by saying “no”–we strengthen ourselves to oppose evil in “bigger” ways. We move from being tin dogs to being warriors and in doing so, we become the defenders and protectors of others. If we let evil in, the innocent, our loved ones, can be hurt.
Some of the abuse sites recommend writing a personal list of “rights” or boundaries. I thought I’d write a list of the boundaries we have set in place for ourselves. These are healthy boundaries based on mutual respect that allow relationships to thrive. A boundary is not a punishment but it defines where “you” end and “I” begin and enables people to live together in peace. A counselor once told us that a healthy person is willing to accept and respect others’ boundaries while a toxic person will become angered by them.
When we moved north, we decided that we would no longer be tin dogs who tolerate abusive behavior. Here are the boundaries we are setting in place:
Early this morning it began to snow, and snow, and snow. And the wind began to blow, blow, blow. The wind swirled the snow around like snow-nadoes. We are under a Winter Storm Warning through Thursday…with more snow on the way for the weekend.
Danny and I walked down to the mailbox for the mail about 1 p.m. I could barely see where the driveway was.
When Danny and I got back to the house, I warmed up for a bit before headed out to snowblow the driveway. I waited until early afternoon–about 1:30 p.m.–because I didn’t want more snow to accumulate before EJ got home from work and make it difficult for him to time getting up the driveway.
It took me several hours to snowblow the driveway. I did the bottom part near the road and then JJ took a turn but he had to quit because ever since he had cancer, he gets winded very quickly. Chemotherapy can damage the lungs. So I took over snowblowing again. I finished up at 3:45 p.m. I was tired and cold when I finally put the snowblower in the garage. I was glad to come inside to warm up.
I was going to head out to take care of the ducks and chickens for the night when I glance out the window and saw that we had beautiful guests at our birdfeeders: three deer. One was very small and had a cute snow-covered face. When I later showed EJ my photos, he remarked that the littlest one was a baby–the smallest deer he’s ever seen that didn’t have fawn spots.
When EJ got home from work, he said that about 4 miles from home it began snowing so hard that he couldn’t really see at all, so hard that he was surprised we weren’t getting thundersnow. Our area tends to get the heaviest lake effect snow. He said he couldn’t even tell that I had snowblowed the driveway. Bummer.
The National Weather Service shared at Facebook that the heaviest snow will fall tonight through Thursday–so despite all the snow we got today, it’s going to get worse. I’m wondering if EJ will even be able to get out of the driveway tomorrow!
I still love winter in Northern Michigan. It’s very beautiful.