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(This is the revised article of This Body. To see the original post at Middle Places, go to http://middleplaces.com/2016/02/20/this-body/)
I am in this peculiar age of life. I am no longer even near those twenty-something years. And I have quite a few years before AARP comes knocking. With the newlywed and baby years behind me and the retirement and grandbaby years way out in front of me, in the middle of these two places, I contemplate me. My walk, my life, and unfortunately, my body. This body is not what it used to be. This body that has seen and held so much. Like so many women I know, I have long struggled with body issues that provides great fodder for therapists. I have stood naked in front of the mirror and felt disgust at the image glaring back at me, pointing out every scar and imperfection and wrinkle and roll. I can no longer blame this on childhood experiences, I must now take responsibility for me. I must look with fresh eyes. To see. To really see. Not what others see. Not what loved ones see. Not the image that is compared, and ultimately fails to live up to societal and media standards. But only to see. To see what this body is… And this morning, I woke up seeing it in a different light, seeing it as this wonderful machine, full of grace and love and heartache and pain and ...LIFE. So much life. This body has created and held life in its womb for 3 years of its existence. It has also seen death in that same womb and lived through it. These breasts have sustained that little life, giving nourishment when at times it was too tired to give to its own nourishment. These hands have held babies, so many babies. These hands have wiped tears out of baby's’ eyes, others as well as her own baby. Cradling babies as they have smiled for the first time, laughed for the first time. These hands have tickled tiny feet and bellies. These hands have pulled that wiggly tooth when the little hands just couldn’t. These hands have stroked the hair out of a face to see the beauty of her child. These hands have brushed hair and braided and straightened and fixed. These hands have held little hands to provide security and comfort when crossing streets or going into school on that first day. These hands have comforted during those teenage years, when no words could help. These hands have pointed the way. These hands have prepared so many meals, so many. These hands have also prayed with her friends during times of loss and sorrow and rejoicing. These hands have prayed for so many people. These beautiful hands… These feet ran when there was a child who had fallen, or had bad dreams, or needed me. These feet have walked alongside a teetering child on his first bike ride. These feet have kicked soccer balls and played kickball with giggling children. These feet have paced the floor comforting a squalling child, or waiting on news from the doctor. These feet have walked many trails in search of a glimpse of natures beauty. These beautiful feet… These arms have been a resting place for many nights of sickness. these arms have embraced when no words could comfort. These arms have held babies on this hip, while cooking, walking, cleaning. These arms have flailed in frustration. These arms have expressed love when no words could express the deep, deep affection. These arms have pushed laughing children on swings. These beautiful arms... This belly has been a pillow so many nights when nothing else would do. This lap has bounced babies and toddlers and held too big children with delight. These eyes have cried tears. So many tears. Tears of sadness and joy, anger and frustration. The ones no one sees. Tears of pain. Tears of reconciliation. Tears of “I am screwing all of this up. I know I am.” Tears of forgiveness. Tears of gratitude when hearing words of love. These eyes beheld the joy stretching across her child’s face. These eyes locked gazes with the sweet baby at my breast. These eyes have looked into the eyes of her friend and have seen the pain she tries to hide. These eyes have seen the beauty of a thousand amazing sunrises. These beautiful eyes … The beauty is this same body would do it all again for a thousand lifetimes. It will pull itself out of bed in the morning, when it really doesn’t want to, doing it all again...and again...and again. Embracing the imperfections it carries as a badge of honor, knowing that it has loved with every cell of its being. It will see with amazement and newfound awe, and a renewed sense of gratitude at this life this body creates and lives. It will honor itself in this journey of love and heartache and pain and joy. This body...
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We were a family of 5, mom, dad, and three beautiful boys. I was content with my little family. But, as is often the case, God had other plans for us. It happened quite gradually. I began to see little girls in the grocery store and think how cute she was, and what if we had a little girl. Soon the desire to have a little girl overwhelmed me to the point that I sought counseling. Surely, this was some unresolved issue I had about my mother (because as we all know, it’s always the mother’s fault :). I truly wrestled with God about this desire, asking him to either take it away or make it grow stronger. It grew stronger!
I was very hesitant about becoming pregnant again because my pregnancies were very hard on me and my family. We struggled with which direction to follow, either give birth to a child or seek out adoption. It was also during this time that we were introduced to a couple from our church who were foster parents, and who had a little girl that was close to being adopted. We began walking through the foster care with this couple and ultimately, becoming foster parents ourselves. One particular event forever changed me about adoption. I had truly been praying for God’s will to be revealed to me during this time. This was such a time of struggle and indecision and fogginess. I will never forget when that fog lifted. I had been on the internet researching adoption in all it’s myriad forms. I came across a site that had pictures of waiting children. One particular picture of a young infant boy captured my attention. I remember praying specifically to God, worried that adopting would negatively affect my boys. I asked God, “Is this wrong?”. I will never forget the words I heard in my heart. He said, “How can it be wrong?”. It was in that moment that the fog started to lift. I began the journey of understanding God’s heart for adoption. His love for the orphans. And His desire for His people to stand up and rescue the fatherless. We become foster parents, in hopes of adopting the little girl that our friends were fostering. But through a series of events, we did not get to adopt her. But in January 2007, I received a phone call that her little sister was taken into care. In May 2007, this baby came to live with us. And then in November, just a few days before her 1st birthday, Summer Rae, was adopted into our expanding family. We named her Summer Rae because she was a ray of sunshine in our life. Again, I was content with my little family. And again, God had other plans. Just a few months later in February 2008, we received a phone call from a couple in our church. Their newborn baby girl was being removed from the home and they asked us to foster her. We agreed to take her in, believing that we were in this to help educate and support the parents into being the kind of mom and dad this baby needed. She came to us at 12 days old. Over the next few months, we realized that this was more complicated than we knew. And this began our journey of becoming the voice for the voiceless in the foster care system. Over the next few years we fought for her story to be heard. ANd finally in August of 2011, we adopted our 2nd daughter, Serena Jolie. This journey of adoption has been a journey of extreme highs and extreme lows. It has taught us to pray without ceasing. It has opened my boys' eyes to how incredibly blessed they are. It has taught us that God LOVES it when we participate in the ministry of restoring home and hope to the abandoned and abused. We, who are called by His name, must begin to stand in the gap for those who have no voice. I am not sure what the future holds for our family, but I know God is in the rescue business. And that is where I want to be also. -Christie O’Brien Sifted - by Christie O’Brien
By definition sifted means to be separated by or as if by a sieve. When a material is passed through a sieve, the lesser things flow through and the greater things remain. As is with life circumstances, I want the things of little importance to pass away while the greatest of things remain. My husband and I planted our church in August of 2005. We were a family of 5, my husband and I and 3 amazing boys. I felt as if God was not finished with our little family. I prayed for direction, “Do we have another child or adopt?” was my cry. Finally, we decided to let nature take its course. And I quickly became pregnant with our fourth child in December of 2005. I was ecstatic! Everything was going well, maybe a little too well. During a regular sonogram at 12 weeks, we discovered that our baby had no heartbeat. It had died sometime during that week. I cried out to God, “But I thought this was YOUR will!” It was a time of great darkness for me, wondering where God was. He was the author of life, yet He had forgotten me. I truly thought this pregnancy was God’s will for my life. And the death of my child not only left me with grief untold, but it also made me question God. Was He really for me? Had I heard him wrong? But how could I get pregnant and then have the child die inside of me? And the biggest question of all, do I really trust God? When we came home from that dreadful appointment, I picked up a devotional, that I just happened to have bought the day before, and turned to that day’s devotional. On the day we found out about our unborn child’s death, these are the words that spoke to me through my devotional: Approach this day with awareness of who is boss. As you make plans for the day, remember that it is I who orchestrate the events of your life...I may be doing something important in your life, something quite different from what you expected. It is essential at such times to stay in communication with Me, accepting My way as better than yours. Don’t try to figure out what is happening. Simply trust... (from Jesus Calling by Sarah Young) It was in that moment, that very moment, that I had to decide, Am I going to trust God even in this? In the things I can’t explain, in the loss, in the pain of utter despair. I have to trust God, even when I don’t want to. Even when my heart is shattering. I sat for two days in my darkened bedroom feeling hopeless. And that’s where they found me. The ladies, who I had regular prayer meetings with for the previous two years, came into that place of despair and showed me where God was. They cried with me and listened to me beat on His chest demanding answers and they let me wail and sob. And then they gently reminded me that God is there in that despair. He was in that dark place with me the whole time! They brought light and laughter and love, God’s love, with them. They walked me through the next few weeks with love and tenderness. And then they helped me accept the healing power of God’s love. Even now as I write this, I cry. I cry for the loss of my unborn child. But I also cry because of the blessings that these women are to me. I want the death and sorrow to pass through this sieve of my life, but I want the love of God’s people, who ultimately shine because of His love, to remain. And above all, I want my faith and trust and hope to be solely and ultimately in Christ alone. 1 Cor 13:13 “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love” (Original link http://storiesofsifted.com/sos-christie-obrien/) I love the story of David and Goliath. I guess because it is a story about the underdog winning. But when you look carefully at the story, new things pop up.
I have always loved the idea that David had this tremendous amount of faith that Goliath would be defeated. But he still understood that he had to throw the stone for God to give him victory. And then the whole idea that he knew that God was on his side and yet he picked up 5 stones, just in case the first four did not hit his target. But something hit me with this story again this past week. When David went to Saul to tell Saul he was going to defeat Goliath, Saul dressed him in his battle armor, the traditional gear to go into battle. But it did not fit, so David took it off. He went into battle without armor, he was vulnerable. And yet God protected him, he came out of the battle completely unscathed and victorious. Isn't that just like God to do things the EXACT opposite way we think it should be done? When everyone else is telling us to do it "this" way, but God says do it "that" way, it seems silly and foolish. He uses the simple to confound the wise and the weak to confound the mighty (1 Cor 1:27). He asks us to do things that seem counter intuitive. But yet it works. Or more importantly HE works. I love that about God! There have been many people who share their stories with Robbie and I over the years and we are amazed at the amount of pain that people carry with them through life. There is a common thread through many of these people. Many say the same thing, or a variation of the same sentiment, "I thought I was alone in the pain." "Everyone else seems to have it all together." "I am the only one who feels this way." And it has occurred to me that we all walk around with these burdens thinking we are isolated, but yet everyone we come into contact with has another burden, it may not be identical to the one you are carrying, but it still produces the same byproduct... pain.
How clever of the enemy, if he can convince us that we are "the only one", then we are vulnerable to his attacks. And our goal becomes only to keep it a secret, and we will do anything to protect the image of "all-togetherness" for the sake of being "just like everyone else." What a ruse, a scam, a mirage? What ever you call it, it is a lie! What if the very thing the enemy meant to make us weak is the very thing that makes us strong? What if the common thread became "I understand your pain because I have pain as well? It is the human condition to know pain. And it is the tie that binds us all. If we come together sharing each others burdens we know we are not alone and that gives us strength. So I will ask the question again, What if the very thing the enemy meant to make us weak is the very thing that makes us strong? I love the story in the Old Testament of Jacob wrestling with the Angel of God. I always thought it was an odd thing to do. Usually when an angel appeared in Old Testament, one fell down in awe or a meal was prepared or some other act of reverence. But not Jacob. No, he wrestled with the angel and would not let the angel go until he blessed him. There is really no explanation in the scripture that explains the wrestling match. It just kind of comes up in the story of Jacob. I am sure there is more to the story but I guess we will have to wait to hear it. But in the end Jacob is changed. He now becomes Israel. So this idea of wrestling and blessing and change are found together. One is based on the other. I know I have had my experience with wrestling, whether it was an idea or decision or season of uncertainty. But it was only when I fully "wrestled" it out did I receive the "blessing". So then why do so many shy away from uncertainty? Why is there not more "wrestling" among God's people? It seems as if we would rather have our spirituality feed to us by those who have already done the wrestling. But when we do the hard work ourselves it becomes who we are. It seeps into our very being, weaving its way into the fabric of our core. There are so many things in scripture that are really hard to understand, either because of our limited human intelligence or because it is unnatural or because God has decided not to reveal the truth to us yet. And when we come across these difficulties, we have some choices. We can either turn the page so that we don't see it or we can stick it into one of the many assumptions that we already have. Or we can sit and chew on it awhile. I have this illustration about this, it is not pleasant and I wish I had another one, but here it is. It is kind of like a cow chewing her cud. She chews her food and then chews it some more, so that she can digest every part of it. (interestingly enough when I looked this up I found this statement, "Cud chewing can often be used as an indicator of the health of a dairy herd.") This idea of wrestling takes time. It is something that takes effort and perseverance. But in the end we are changed by the blessing of God. In the passage, Jacob said, "I will not let you go until you bless me." Hang on and wrestle and be blessed! I had this idea about pain, again. What started me thinking about this was a documentary I saw about this woman who gave birth naturally, to twins, in her home, without pain meds and the second baby was breach! Needless to say, it was quite intense! But what she said was interesting. She said that she knew she did not have time to get to a hospital with the second baby and there was not a whole lot she could do, except she had to calm herself to keep her heart rate down so that the baby would not be in distress. She said she just went with the pain. She. Went. With. The. Pain. This concept of embracing the pain is beautifully illustrated in labor. Women embrace the pain because they know the beauty that is theirs to hold at the end of their arduous ordeal. If the pain was ignored or prevented, there would be death to the mother and/or child. It is truly the most beautiful pain!
I have often thought that when one avoids pain, joy is avoided as well. Almost as if they were two sides of the same coin. How can you truly experience joy unless you have experienced pain? I don't see how the two can be divided.
When you do everything you can to numb yourself to pain, there is no other option than to numb yourself to the good things in life also. The problem is that numb-ers don't see what they are missing because they have lost sensation. It is a paradox, joy equals pain and pain equals joy. |
Christie OBrienChristie is a writer, speaker, teacher and coach. Christie coaches leaders to find the blocks and barriers that are holding them back, so they can lead in healthy ways. She teaches about leadership, parenting, and her favorite subject: restoring the soul. 
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