Jealousy and Contempt Part 2.

Photo Credit: Bethany Mossburg

     Sometimes the mood of a song, not the lyrics themselves, captures the very expression of your heart. About a week ago, around the same time I hit Proverbs 6, is when I discovered this song.

     And now, in the emotional place of processing that I'm in, the mood of this song makes more sense than ever before.

     There's a longing. There's pain. There's confusion. There's a sparkle of hope. There's disappointment. All wrapped into something scarily beautiful.

     If you were to put your ear to my chest, this is how my heart would sound right now:


     When you see yourself. Truly. Something happens. It was an ordinary morning, and I opened my Bible. I was groggy, but I still forced myself to be present. I read. And I read some more. Proverbs 6:1. Then Proverbs 6:2. And routinely, I hit the next verse, and the next. Then I got to it.

     Verse 34 of Proverbs 6.

     "For jealousy detonates rage in a cheated husband." But my eyes only focused on "For jealousy detonates rage..."

     It hit me like lightening. And I started weeping. At first I had no idea why I was crying. But allowed myself to cry. And since I was busy crying, my mouth wasn't concerned with talking, but my ears were forced to listen. And when I did listen, it became painfully obvious that I had been trudging through jealousy almost my entire life. I had almost fooled everyone--including myself.

     My jealousy had been hiding, all these years. I had figured my performance in being a giving person would overshadow the pain of jealousy and hope deferred.

     But in the deep crevices of my heart while I stood in other people's weddings, celebrated new love, new promotion, dreams being fulfilled, I had allowed jealousy to begin to define me in the most subtle of ways. And in essence choking out freedom, the freedom to dream for the impossible, the freedom to truly, truly, truly know that I am enough and I that I am loved and significant.

     You know how some people you meet seem to have a chip on their shoulder. Well, my chip wasn't on my shoulder, it was under my skin. Which of course, makes it easier to hide anger, but the sting and pain still has the ability to erupt in the most inopportune times.

     As I sat with Proverbs 6:34, I saw myself. I had once been cheated on in a relationship. So I understand this verse with a truly tender heart. And I know many of you do as well.

     In the back of your mind, you are always wondering if you are enough, and in the hopes of always receiving a positive answer to that question, you often times over perform to gain people's time, affection, affirmation, etc... Key word being: Perform. But then we resent the performance. The performance we felt forced into, because Jealousy two-timed us with Contempt.

     I'll be honest with you, I haven't been in a relationship in over 10 years. On purpose. Partially because I couldn't trust a man. And partially because I couldn't trust myself. Somehow I thought I was protecting my heart, but now I realize that pain of being cheated on provoked Jealousy towards "the other woman" (and subsequently other women in general), and Jealousy had truly enraged me to the point of numbness, apathy, and fear in certain areas of my life.

      How easily is anger detonated in you? You may not be a screamer or a puncher, but you may still fester with anger. Believe me. I know.

     But God in His tenderness, didn't leave me just with the revelation of who I was or had been in the reflection of Proverbs. He began to show me something else...Which would then prepare me to face one of my seemingly biggest disappointments (and confusing) moments of 2012...



Wisdom's Knocking: 

"God is the God of promise. He keeps His word, even when that seems impossible; even when the circumstances seem to point to the opposite." 
-Colin Urquhart

Jealousy and Contempt Part 1.

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     I know what you've all been waiting on. What's the status on Mr. Admiration? Here's the long and the short of it. FRIENDS.

     But before we wallow in a few moments of self pity, I want to paint the triumphant conclusion to this story.

     A few weeks back, before I almost played myself,  I had a dream that my Model T car was derailing, getting ready to spin out of control off of this old school bridge. It was some sort of tricky blind corner. If you were to look at the ground below, you would see tons of other cars that had fallen and crashed to the ground, not able to make that hard, steep turn.

     Somehow, in my pride, I thought I was immune to crashing. But I wasn't. I spun out of control and I crashed to the ground below. I lived. Thankfully. I was a little shaken up. But not permanently injured in anyway. But then, I needed to find my way back. My way back home. My way back to the road.

     I find myself near some sort of shack of a home and I intuitively know that this home is my ticket. I follow a trail of books inside this home that begin to lead me to safety.

     Each title of the various books went in sequential order starting from Proverbs 1, then to Proverbs 2, then to Proverbs 3 and so on, and so on. And then I wake up from this dream.

    So I figured, maybe it's time to revisit the book of Proverbs.

    And let me just tell you, Proverbs it's truly proving to be my very life line.

     I can never get enough of wisdom. Especially when you feel as though it's preparation for the impact of a crash.

     So I got to Proverbs 6, about a week ago. And that changed everything...


Wisdom's Knocking:

"Unrelenting disappointment leaves you heartsick, but a sudden good break can turn life around."
-Proverbs 13:12

Oh, Hey Girl, Hey

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     Earlier this week, I was surprised. It was the littlest thing, really. But it made my heart pitter-patter all on it's own. I have no updates for you regarding my current "Admiration" ("Crush" seems to crude of a word at this point--Gah! What's wrong with me?)

     But what I will tell you about this kind individual is that I truly do respect him. Lover or not. He's the business.

     Um, if my cousin Brandi is reading this, I just wanted to say, "Hey Girl, Hey".

     And for the rest of you, that was actually meant to be a clue as to who my current "Admiration" is. You honestly have to be Sherlock Holmes to have ANY idea why I just gave you that clue. But go ahead and guess, if you please...

     Honestly, though. I'm quite ready for this "Admiration" to run its course and be over. I'm sometimes rubbish at waiting on the guy to see what will happen next...


Wisdom's Knocking:

Weigh the cost.

Winner Winner Chicken Dinner

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     I've written a few blog posts on mean people. But then I thought today, "You know what, it's time to write about the nice people."

     So before I start on my lovefest for kind and humble people, I will point out this. It seems some mean people have snuck their way into my inner circle. Hmm. Sheisty. I'm not quite sure how to let them go, since they've defined themselves as friends, even good friends of mine. But I'm constantly having to guard my heart around such individuals. They lack gravitas in compassion. They know compassion on it's surface, but not deep down. Don't worry though, it's only about 2 people that fit this description. If you're fearful it might be you, well--it very well could be. But I highly doubt it. My frenemies don't usually read my blog. At least that's what they tell me...

     But although I'm quick to rid my life of all negativity and negative people, I'll never forget this sermon I heard years back stating that there's purpose in every Judas in your life. Meaning that death would occur, but so would the resurrection

     Yes, once again, God working all things together for my good. I didn't just make that up for myself, by the way (Romans 8:28) that goes for you too. 

     Okay. So back to my absolute adoration for kind, nice, tenderhearted, and humble people. I recently went to a wedding shower, where literally every single lady (Mostly in their 20s) was so unbelievably kind and wonderful. I felt like I had stepped into some sort of Vortex. I mean, these girls were not catty, were not reclusive, great conversationalists, full of wisdom, had nothing to prove, no chips on their shoulders, smiled a lot, and were not socially awkward. And then I look at the girl that we are all celebrating and it becomes obvious. This celebrated girl is much wiser than we have ever thought. She sent out a clear signal of love and kindness as a brave human being and now it seems as though her signal had been richly answered.

     I love you nice people. I love you so much. You make me so happy. And every time I meet a nice person, I'm very aware that they too, have a story. A rich story to tell. Perhaps they've undergone extreme abuse, walked out of a lifestyle of anger, the list goes on and on. It's often that the nice people are the bravest of us all--

     Making themselves vulnerable. Leaving their prickly stone cold armor at home. Their heart undefended. Open for you to either hug them or stab them. Brave.

     I'm a sucker for nice people that happen to be guys. Often it is said that nice guys finish last. Lies. I was raised by a nice man. Let me explain that even further. My stepdad raised me since I was 3 years old. I was another man's child, but he never treated me as such. He's the only dad I know. He loved me like his own. So much so, that I didn't even realize he wasn't my biological father until I got to junior high. (My mom told me when I was younger that he was my 'Stepdad' but I had no real clue as to what that meant until later in my life).

     And because I had such a good dad. I figure it would be a pretty good idea to marry a nice guy (with swag of course).



Wisdom's Knocking:
Strong comes in different forms.





Viola Davis vs. Meryl Streep



     The "vs." might have been a bit unfair to do. Because both of these women are my favorites. But I must admit, my heart sank a bit when I heard Meryl's name called a couple weeks back at the Oscars.

     Now I have been and forever will be a Meryl Streep fan. Don't make me bust out "Silkwood"on you right now. There is an elegance, sureness, and gravitas that Meryl carries like no one else.

     But Viola was shining in 2011. The way that lightening and fire do in a midnight sky.

     After I saw her performance in "The Help", I had to catch my breath. To me, an Oscar nomination was as simple as protocol, and her Oscar win would simply follow suit.

     But then the sting came.

     I was confused. I've pretty much called it every year, regarding Best Actor, Actress, and Picture. But I missed it. Or did I, Academy?

     Because later that night, a tipsy Meryl Streep, interviewed by our awkward Southern Cali entertainment news anchorman, without hesitation answered his question: "What did the hug mean that you gave, Viola, on your way to accept your Oscar?"

     Meryl: (Smiles)

     "...Oh, she knows...She knows."



     And perhaps there's justice after all.




Wisdom's Knocking:

What you gain in passion and pursuit outweigh the outcome of the competition.