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Mending a Broken Heart: A Better Way to Grieve

You can heal after a  child’s death. Or any loss. Your path is grief, messy grief.

Did you know that the world’s way of grieving leads toward hopelessness, while God’s plan for grief brings healing and draws you closer to him?

This is the fifth of eight posts in the blog series “Mending a Broken Heart.” My prayer: You’ll experience hope and healing as we journey through the pain of tough stuff like abuse and divorce and addiction and the death of a child. You can read the first four posts here. Please contact me with any questions, comments, and prayer requests. I’m here for you.

My Facebook buddy Kc Christman Hutter, author of A Broken Heart, grieved the death of her son Cam, who died of acute leukemia at age 32. See what happened during his last seven days on earth before he entered glory.

Grieve but How?

You’re familiar with Elizabeth Kubler-Ross’ five-stage model of grieving, based on her research into how terminally ill patients handle the news of their illness:

from denial (“this can’t be true!)

to anger (“why me? why my child?”)

to bargaining (“God, if you heal my child then I’ll be the best mom ever”)

to depression (“yes, me. . .yes, my child”)

and finally acceptance (“life goes on but how?”).

Is this the best way to grieve?

The widely accepted model of grief is world-based, not Word-grounded. It describes how people typically grieve; it fails to prescribe a better way. It’s normal to hurt when a child or other loved one dies. It’s normal to hurt when you face any loss: a job, a friendship, a pet, health. It’s necessary to grieve.

What is this Word-grounded grief, this godly grief? How do you begin?

The apostle Paul knew hurt and grieve and he shared candidly with the believers in Corinth. Listen for his honesty. “We do not want you to be uninformed, brothers, about the hardships we suffered in the province of Asia. We were under great pressure, far beyond our ability to endure, so that we despaired even of life” (2 Corinthians 1:8).

The First Two Steps of Godly Grieving

Paul expressed truth of suffering and grief. No sugar-coating. No denial.

Kc Hutter didn’t fake it either.

I needed to grieve. My heart demanded it. The first night after his death, I took a sleeping pill and had a horrendous nightmare. In the vivid scene, I was myself being sucked out into the ocean. No boat, no Cameron, only a wooden plank. I grabbed the plank and hung on until my muscles hurt and my red, bloody fingers ached. Finally my body numbed. Blackness enfolded everything.  . ..I knew I could drown in my sorrow. This grief for my son seemed never ending. I wanted to die. But as a Christian, I felt ashamed of those feelings. Rest came for a few minutes and only when I put myself under the wings of my heavenly Father. I have hope. But how can I make it though each day?

1. Candor. This is the first stage of biblical grieving, says Robert Kellemen in God’s Healing for Life’s Losses. If you’re stuck in grief, I highly recommend you read Kellemen’s book. It renews your thinking about suffering and guides the reader from hurt to hope.

I remember when I learned my mom died. A phone call. Horrid, blackened news from a police officer. My first response: “Is this some sick joke?” Once I grasped the truth — and this took several days, for others it may be weeks — I felt crushed, my heart heavy like boulder.

Kellemen invites us to honestly voice our pain like the psalmist David, fearless facing the facts: “I hurt.”

“Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why so disturbed within me?” (Psalm 42:5)

Denial doesn’t work. Candor does.

2. Complaint. Did I just write complaint as though I recommend you scream, “God, how could you allow this evil, this suffering, this horror?”

Nope.

Biblical complaint is a lament, complaining to God not about God. As Kellemen says, “The Scriptures are clear–God invites lament, complaint. The Bible repeatedly illustrates believers responding to God’s invitation with honest words that would make many a modern Christian shudder” (God’s Healing for Life’s Losses, p. 32).

Can you guess Satan’s counterfeit to biblical complaint? Unhealthy, destructive anger, the type that accuses God of evil-doing, of lacking goodness.

I confess that after my mom died, I told God he made a mistake. My audacity!

What should I have said? What should you? What does a biblical complaint sound like?

A biblical complaint is honesty with God and expresses not only your confusion over how a good God allows evil and suffering but also your trust  in him. You hide nothing from him. You tell him my pain. I wrote in journal after journal after journal.

I ripped up those journals because I never wanted anyone to read them. Ever.

My words, raw. My emotions, splattered, messy.

Kc voiced her pain too. She asked God for reassurance.

After I finished work one night, I walked into Cam’s office and fell on my knees with my face on the floor, pleading, ‘God, here I am again, needing a word of wisdom. Where did my darling son end up at the end of his earthly voyage? Tell me again, God, that he’s with You.’

Then What? 

Godly grief sidesteps bargaining and depression. Instead you and I cry to God for help and receive his comfort, ushering us to trusting with faith, groaning with hope, and engaging with grace and love. This grief is crazy-messy. Two steps forward, stumble, trip, fall flat-out and get up. And we choose.

As we grieve God’s way, we choose to entrust ourselves to God and to his larger purposes, this eternal perspective that gives hope.

 kc-hutter-cowgirlAbout Kc and New Life

Kc was brought up in the church but did not have a personal relationship with Jesus until after her second divorce. She told the Lord in prayer, weeping and clutching her uncle’s Bible: “I’ve made such a mess of my life doing it my may. I forgot how much you love me. Forgive me.” God gave her the strength to pen a memoir and the hope to guide those who are hurting and without hope to the Mender of Broken Hearts.

Kc is married and lives in Washington State. She is the mother of two adult sons, one of whom died of cancer and is now with the Lord, and a grandmother.

A Few Questions

1. When grieving have you tended to draw near to God or pull away? Why?

2. After a loss do you tend to shut down, lash out, or talk with God?

3. How have you handled the question, Why does a good God allow suffering and evil?

Hope for You

Save me, O my God. The floods have risen.

Deeper and deeper I sink in the mire;

the waters rise around me.

I have wept until I am exhausted;

my throat is dry and hoarse;

my eyes are swollen with weeping,

waiting for my God to act.

(Psalm 69:1-3, TLB)

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Hope and Blessings!

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Mending a Broken Heart: Divorce

Would’t it be terrific to mend your hurting heart after divorce?

Today is the second of eight posts in the blog series, “Mending a Broken Heart.” You can read the first post here.

We’ll talk about hope and healing from tough stuff like abuse and divorce, addiction and the death of loved ones in our time together. Often I’ll excerpt A Broken Heart by Kc Hutter whom I best-buddied on Facebook.

Kc knows death by divorce times two (plus by leaving a live-in lover who abused her).

Isn’t it reassuring that Kc found and married the love of her life nearly 30 years ago?

Isn’t God good? 

Rising Numbers

As you probably know, the divorce rate increases for second and third marriages: In the United States, the divorce rate for first marriage is 41 percent; for second marriages, 60 percent; for third marriages, 73 percent. The younger you marry, the greater the likelihood of divorce.

Less than a year after high school graduation, Kc and Delmer wed. Two baby boys came along. Delmer traveled as a salesman. Men noticed Kc, lonely and fun. A dangerous combination.

Here’s a bit of Kc’s story. You’ll meet the precious red-headed girl with the green tin suitcase, all grown up and looking for love. I added three application questions at the end.

“Are You Having an Affair”

“Are you having an affair with Pat? I can’t live without you,” Delmer shouted. His eyes glared at me. He meant business.

Pat owned a local bar. My girlfriend, Nick, and I hung out at Pat’s bar. We played pool, danced to the juke box, drank screwdrivers, and told funny stories.

Party life with Nicky–wow–I had never experienced such freedom. Drinking made me feel taller, smarter, and cuter.

Delmer moved from North Dakota to Minnesota for his job. The boys and I followed. Things between us didn’t improve. We never fought, but we weren’t able to communicate. We divorced–agreeing that the distance between us seemed to great for reconcilation.

Many times after my divorce, I was free to fly on my own, but I crashed more than once–looking for someone, anyone, to love me.

I drank a lot vodka and developed a “come here, go away” personality. This made me feel safe. I could abandon a man before he abandoned me.

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Kc fell in love again and again. First Anthony, then Richard. Her divorce with Richard messed her over. Booze, pills, insomnia, and escaping into work.

Happiness faded as she sobered.  Hurting. Alone. She flipped open the Yellow Pages and dialed the number of a psychiatrist.

What Kc didn’t know: God had a surprise in store.

Like Kc, I’ve experienced divorce–my parents’. My parents divorced when I was 8, remarried a year later, and divorced again while in my 20s. My dad married another woman, divorced, and married this third wife. He and his current wife have discussed divorce. They have three children, all teens.

My mom died of a massive heart attack about five years after their divorce.

I hate divorce. It’s a death. It hurts.

Be sure to read Thursday’s post in the “Mending a Broken Heart” series and find out how you can best grieve a troubled marriage and find hope. 

About Kc

Kc was brought up in the church but did not have a personal relationship with Jesus until after her third failed relationship (two divorces, one live-in lover). She now guides those who are hurting and without hope to the Mender of Broken Hearts. She is married and lives in Washington State with her husband, Jerry.

A Few Questions

1. How has divorced touched your life? How have you hurt?

2. In what cases do you believe divorce condoned? In our culture? According to biblical teaching?

3. Which parts of Kc’s story resonates with you?

Hope for You

“So do not fear, for I am with you;

do not be dismayed, for I am your God.

I will strengthen you and help you:

I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

Psalm 41:10 

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 Hope and Blessings,

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Pretty? Polished? Perfect? No Way!

You and I are alike. We have our blowups, bad hair days, and blemishes.

Pretty? Polished? Perfect? Not us. No way.

We’re real women with real problems.

My counseling and speaking ministry was born of my own loneliness. At church I desired friendship with godly women, but it seemed everyone knew the secret handshake but me. I was the wallflower, just another daisy lost in the lobby.

Can you relate?

Know this, my sweet sister: You are not alone in your emotional and spiritual struggles. You are not alone in the pain that tags along with your physical problems.

Soak in God’s truth that you are valued, significant and loved. Our God is tender toward you. He is Emmanuel — God with you He knows your name and has written it on the palm of his hand. He calls you. . .Beloved.

Do you have my complimentary my ebooklet “5 Amazing Names God Calls You”? If not, may I encourage you to get your copy? Simply go to the front page of my website and provide your email address in the box (upper right). Fast, simple.

A Depressed Christian 

Back in the early 1990′s, depression clawed my mind and darkened my mood. Anxiety rattled me. Difficult memories storm-surged. Yes, there was my parents’ divorce but something even worse. Something I had never told anyone, not ever.

How could I tell anyone my pain? Especially women in the church who seemed to have it all together?

Fast forward to 2000, the year of God’s specific call on my life.

A summer day. Sunny, a soft breeze. Me alone, in prayer.

God whispered to my heart.

“Lucy, comfort my sheep who are hurting with the comfort you’ve received from me.”

“Who me?” I asked

“Trust me, Lucy.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Trust me.”

Like the fuzz of a dandelion, my worries flew away. “Okay, Lord.”

Now What?

I went to seminary, read shelves of books, and became certified in biblical counseling. For years I’ve counseled Christian women and the leaders who serve them. Fearful women. Lonely women. Abused women. Women caught in addiction: shopping, alcohol, pornography. Women who’ve committed adultery. Women with hard pasts.

Women like me. Like you.

God cherishes you and wants to heal you. He is our hope.

Will you choose hope?

God accepts you just as you are. Like the woman at the well (John 4), an outcast among outcasts, you are loved by the One who ribbons the sky with rainbows.

Feel free to contact me with your questions and prayer requests. It’s my privilege to pray for you.

Hopefully Yours,

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Why Trusting God Is Weird

I used to believe I had life figured out, puffed up and ready for anything. I trusted in my abilities.

Then life happened and I discovered that trusting God is weird.

And God taught me three lessons that has changed me. He can change you too. You can be a joyous, contented person always.

1. Believe God. He is good. He is in control. He loves you because he is love.

2. Believe what he says about you. He says you are valuable and beautiful and significant. You belong to him.

3. Believe that you have an enemy who steals, kills and destroys, and by God’s power, you can fight Satan’s lies and have victory now. Satan is vanquished. Present tense!

Got Purpose?

During these lessons, God also revealed his purpose for my life: to help Christian women find comfort and hope in Jesus, so they could comfort others. I sensed in my heart that God planned to use my speaking, biblical counseling, and writing ministry to effect this purpose. I told God I felt afraid.

Our conversation went like this.

“Lord, I don’t know how to begin.”

“Do not worry, Lucy.  I’ll show you.”

“How will I know it’s you?”

“You will. The Holy Spirit who’s in you will confirm my words. You’ll know.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for this, Lord,” I said. “What if I mess up?”

“Trust me.”

That’s where we left things. God said trust. I sat there, speechless. Then a few hours later, I began doing things my way – again. I looked for a “bread-and-butter” job — in other words, a part-time position to augment my husband’s salary while I began my ministry.

I sent a resume and writing samples to the local paper. Not interested. The bank advertised openings for tellers and I walked over my stuff. No call. I tried a few other things; nothing panned out. When I heard the grade school was hiring lunch ladies, I thought, “Piece of cake.” Wrong, again.

Need Encouragement?

I had another chat with God.

“I thought you wanted me to have a job so I could do ministry, but I can’t even get hired as a lunch lady!” 

“Trust me, Lucy.”

“But what should I be doing?”

He repeated, “Trust me.”

“Okay, trust.  I will trust you, God.”

Trusting God is weird and wondrous. I love it. I hate it. I’m clueless, but – get this – I don’t care!

Since this is a 180-degree spin from how I used to live, when all my ducks had to be in a row, quacking in perfect harmony, I know God changed my heart. I’m clueless without a care because I know the truth: God is good, he’s in control, I’m his child, he says I have value and beauty, and I am forgiven.

This is hope! Real hope!

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Hopefully Yours! 

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Guess Why I Hate the Super Bowl

I hate the Super Bowl.

I love football. Cheered the Irish alongside my dad on Saturdays. Now I tweet Bears on Sundays.

What’s the disconnect?

Any big event – including the Super Bowl in New Orleans on February 3 – is big business for traffickers of sex slavery.

The traffickers bus in the girls and women and boys on Super Bowl weekend.

The johns pay to indulge in sexual pleasure. They don’t care about the girls. Just themselves.

The slave owners pocket the money, lots of money: $9.5 billion throughout the world each year for sex slavery, according to Born to Fly citing the FBI. Human trafficking (all types, including forced labor) ranks #2 among all income-generating syndicates. Illegal drugs are #1; illegal arms are #3.

The average of sex slaves around the world is 11 years old.

Are You Angry?

Me too. Here’s a link to a brief video. It’ll get you real mad. Righteous anger! Warning: It’s disturbing.

What should you do with your anger? That’s the big question, a hopeful question.

You can make a difference. You can help end slavery.

Occasionally I’m awakened by a dream in which I’m the female version of Chuck Norris, karate chop my way into a brothel of  sex slaves, and lead them to freedom.

But dreams won’t stop slavery at the Super Bowl. Action will. You can do more to end slavery than you might think.

How You Make a Difference

First. pray. Pray for the johns, the slaves, the traffickers, and the authorities. Pray how the Holy Spirit leads you.

Second, become aware. More and more websites and organizations are involved in stopping sex slavery through prevention, rescue, and aftercare. A few great ones are: Free the Slaves, Born to Fly, The Exodus Road, and International Justice Mission.

Third, decide how you’ll make a difference. A few ideas:

  • Financially support groups that fight sex slavery.
  • Discuss the book God in a Brothel (endorsed by many Christian leaders) in your Sunday school class or small group.
  • Blog about sex slavery. The Exodus Road has a team of bloggers you might consider joining. Of course you can blog on your own.
  • Involve your church’s youth group in a fundraiser to support organizations that prevent, rescue, and/or provide aftercare to sex slaves.
  • Purchase a Save the Girls tee. I had these designed by a professional graphic artist to help spread the word about trafficking . I give 50 percent of the proceeds to Born to Fly, which helps prevent child slavery before it happens. Available sizes: M, L, XL. Only $12. Contact me to order. Ships within 36 hours. Here’s the graphic on the tee:

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Remember, you can change your world because Christ has changed you.

Let’s start by praying during the Super Bowl. Are you game?

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