My Favorite Places

Random 5 Friday is a weekly meme over at A Rural Journal.

Today I want to tell you about my five favorite places!

1. Pine Haven Christian Assembly, specifically anywhere in or near the bay.  I have had incredible conversations with both God and friends here.

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2. My family’s farm in Kimball, Minnesota.  This is where I grew up and where my parents still live.

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3. Northwestern College, 100 acres on the shore of Lake Johanna, where I have lived and learned and loved and worked since 2000.

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4. Barnes & Noble.  In the presence of books, I am among friends.

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5. My apartment, which we lovingly refer to as Cair Paravel.  The stories those walls could tell!

Where worlds collide: Dora (real life) dressed as Mrs. Weasley (for a Potter midnight show) in front of my Narnia wardrobe (and art)

Where worlds collide: Dora (real life) dressed as Mrs. Weasley (for a Potter midnight show) in front of my Narnia wardrobe (and art)

Where are your favorite places?

Love in the form of Story

One of the ways I experience God’s love is in my enjoyment of story.

Does that make any sense?

What I mean is that when I lie awake in bed at night with ideas, characters, and stories tripping capriciously through my mind, I feel like God’s beloved.  When I read incredible writing that makes my brain fizz and my fingers itch, I feel confident that God is good and that He loves me deeply.  Why else would he offer me something so unfathomably beautiful?

Beauty, period.  Why invent loveliness, color, sound, except out of sheer grace?

And for me, story.  The delight of it all is like a resting place.

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Satan is the accuser; Christ is our defender.

Recently, one of my blog readers asked me how I could tell when a thought came from OCD or from God, especially because one of my formerly intrusive thoughts was of a Bible verse that seemed to condemn me.  She wrote, “I keep reading that Bible verses spontaneously popping into one’s head is a prime way God speaks to people.”

What a great question.  One I’m not entirely sure I’m qualified to tackle, although I do know that the more I learn about and understand my OCD, the easier and easier it is for me to spot it.  I can recognize its tell-tale voice from a mile away now.  And while I don’t think that OCD = Satan (at all), they are both my enemies and they are both accusers.

Here is the (in flux) conclusion (is that an oxymoron?) I’ve come to:

I guess the big thing is this: when OCD would bring up that Bible verse, it worked like an intrusive thought and brought deep anxiety to me, but with God … his kindness leads us to repentance, not to shame.  The voice of God showers me with kindness, grace, conviction that leads to change … but I don’t think God’s voice is one of shame and accusation. In fact, scripture even tells us that SATAN is the accuser and CHRIST is the one who defends us.

Remember, Satan used and twisted scripture when Christ was going through his temptations, so we know that it’s part of the devil’s arsenal.

frustration4My friend Erica told me something fascinating she’d once heard: “The Holy Spirit does not motivate with guilt.”  Likewise, my incredibly wise writing professor Judy said, “I know the voice of God because that voice invites me to move closer without shame while the voice of Satan fills me with an electric dread that makes me want to hide.”

As always, I encouraged this blog reader to explore Exposure and Response Prevention therapy.  In the four years since my ERP, the voice of OCD has become so easy to recognize.  I finally know my enemy’s voice.

And better yet, I know my savior’s.

 

Life is Risky Business

riskyquoteThe sooner we acknowledge this, the closer we are to freedom.

If you’re an obsessive-compulsive who fears uncertainty,
please explore my website to learn about
cognitive-behavioral therapy, your next step.

 

Writing Bucket List!

Beth Revis recently tweeted about her writing bucket list, which included action figures.  (Ha!  Love it!)  You can click the image below to go to the original Reddit page.

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It made me think about my own writing bucket list.  It’s not a terribly long list.

* Get a dynamite agent whom I adore.
* Make writing my day job.
* Have people create fan fiction and art about my characters.
* Be blurbed by John Green.

Oh, and change lives and honor God and inspire young people to write.

That’s not too much to ask for, is it? 🙂

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Have More Discussions.

I’m participating in an HR initiative at Northwestern in which I’ve been paired up with a mentor, and together we’re going through the book True North by Bill George, the former CEO of Medtronic.  It’s all about “discovering your authentic leadership,” and in addition to reading the book, I’m doing all the exercises found in the accompanying workbook.  The workbook exercises are deep and thought-provoking and quite fascinating.

I had to draw a timeline of my life up till this point, including the ups and downs, and then I had to split it up into five chapters and give each a name.  Here are mine:

1. “She Thinks Too Much”: early childhood

2. “She Smiles on the Outside”: my school years, in which I was well-liked, very smart, and excelling at most things, except that my spiritual life and mental health were in shambles, though most people weren’t aware (hence, the chapter title)

3. “She REALLY Thinks Too Much”: the tumultuous college years and the year afterward, leading up to my OCD diagnosis

4. “Stumbling Toward Freedom”: the 5+ year search for the right medication and therapy … and for peace

5. “Redefining My Goals and Passions”: life right now

So, here’s the interesting part (I think).

I had to fill out this ginormous chart that asked the same four questions about each different chapter.  One of the questions was, “What should I have done more or less of during this chapter?”

"Tate Couple" by Matthew Dartford

“Tate Couple” by Matthew Dartford

The answer to the first chapter was easy.  I knew I needed to have more discussions and less secrecy.  My childhood was full of so much fear, and I wish that I’d been willing to just sit with my parents and discuss those fears.  Who knows– maybe it would have incited our family to help me seek the counseling I needed, even at that early age.

The answer to the second chapter was the same.  More discussions, I wrote.  I remember crying every single night for at least three years in a row, and I warned my sister (who shared a room with me) not to tell our parents.  Now I look back and think, Why not?  Why not tell?  It would have been the first step toward healing.

Chapter three.  I started to discover a theme as I wrote, MORE DISCUSSIONS!!!  At this age, I was frozen in fear of the answers, so I wouldn’t even ask the questions.  (If that makes sense.)  The very thing that had made me cry for three years straight was “solved” in one conversation in one night with my mother.  At this time of my life, around 10th grade, I started to try to share things more, since the secrets I’d kept from 5th to 8th grade had made me so sick.

In chapter four, I had to draw a smiley face next to my answer of More discussions.  And it’s true– the awkward bungling that I survived jumping around from therapist to therapist and from medication to medication was its own kind of discussion, one I very nearly wanted to give up on (after a really bad reaction to Paxil, I almost threw in the towel and just accepted that this is how life is going to be).  Yet, eventually those discussions lead me to cognitive-behavioral therapy, to freedom.

And so it was easy as I thought about chapter five, life as I know it right now, to think about what best suggestions to give myself for current and future success.  Have more discussions, I wrote, because this openness, this sharing, this ability to lay one’s cards on the table is what rescues people.

It’s hard, people.  I know that.  But we need to talk about our issues.  That’s the path toward freedom.

Foot in the Fire

stars2FOOT IN THE FIRE

It shocks you, this moment,
when the priority of truth
flies over the chair and out the door,
trumped by purpose and wonder.

But the sky above is proof you get it all:
truth, reason, and the blazing sentinel stars.