Friday, February 8, 2013


I sit here today with one question burning on my mind. It’s a question that plagues me constantly and after 22 years of marriage you’d think I’d already have a clue-in on this one…

                               BUT I DON’T…NOT ANYMORE...AT LEAST NOT TODAY

The question that claws at the back of my mind and haunts my heart daily is this… what I NEED and WANT settled in the very fiber of my being is:

Is he sorry for choosing me?

Did I somehow disappoint him as a woman? Am I standing in his way of wanting someone better? Is there even a, “better,” when it comes to pornography and lust?

I wish I could tell you that my confidence in this area has not been severely shaken. But I can’t, it would be a LIE of seismic proportions! Long gone is the confidence that I am his beloved choice.

Deep inside, I know it’s absurd. I know this because he’s still here with me. I know  it’s ludicrous because he is fighting for our marriage by pursuing freedom and recovery from his sexual addiction to pornography.

I hate this! I hate the part of my feelings that want to shout from the rooftops:

I’m sorry you met
I hate feeling like I should have been someone more. I hate feeling like I should have been HER, whoever SHE is (the image of  the woman pornography is selling).  
I don’t like feeling this way! I’m tired of competing in my heart and mind with a ghost!!! I’m tired of feeling undermined by an image…by a fantasy!!! I’m tired of feeling like I should regret our meeting one another. I’m tired of regretting he met me. I’m tired of feeling like I have to appologize for being ME… MIND YOU…he’s not the one telling me I have to be someone else. That beastly thought is in MY mind…NOT his!

How do I get away from these ugly thoughts? Will they EVER go away? Will I ever be able to settle into the comfort that I am his choice and he would choose me all over again? Will I ever be able to be satisfied knowing he chooses me every time he decides to reject using pornography or every time he decides not to take a second glance at that pretty woman walking by or every time he turns his eyes and mind away from lustful thoughts and images?

Just  a lot of thoughts rolling around in my mind today. We’re still in the healing and recovery process.

But today,
it feels more like being stuck in a deep pit of muck
than it feels like a process.   

At least I can laugh a little with this...

"When life gives you mud,
make mud pies of course!"

Saturday, February 2, 2013


Today did not start out like I had planned but through it all, God showed me something about Himself.

This morning I found myself bound to the couch for two hours as I held my 14 year old daughter who was crying in extreme pain due to menstral cramps. Despite ibuprofen & a heating pad, the pain was so intense that she actually asked me to hold her. I can not tell you how many years it’s been since I craddled my daughter in my arms, as she is no longer a little girl. It’s been a LONG time since she has asked me to hold her & when she asked, of course I was happy to. I knew she was in serious pain. We called on as many people as we could think of to pray for her (as well as praying ourselves). For two hours Katie cried off & on and for two hours, I sat & felt helpless as she cried out in pain. She would cry & say how much it hurt. Finally, at some point, the pain suddenly subsided. Katie laid there a bit longer in my arms & then decided she felt better & she wanted something to eat & to play a video game with her brother. Just a bit ago, I was folding laundry & making our bed when I over heard Katie singing in the shower & I thought to myself how good it was to hear her happy &singing  instead of crying & in pain. It was such a sweet sound in my ears.  

Then it dawned on me how much more it must delight our Heavenly Father when our tears turn to rejoicing…how much it must sound like such a sweet relief to Him that we are no longer in pain & hurting . God’s willing to hold us close when we’re crying out in pain just like I was willing to do for Katie & where my comfort & help was limited for my Katie…God’s comfort & help is limitless to us.

Just now, Katie hugged me & said, “Thank you for holding me.”

While my heart broke for my Katie & I would not want her to experience that again, I am thankful that God was able to use that moment to show me a glimps into His heart towards us. After all, we are His children & He is our Abba Father.

This was just too precious...I had to share it.


Wednesday, August 15, 2012


The Vault
By Pamela Knowlton

Don’t merely listen to hear me…listen to KNOW me

Do not so hastily consider my words fools gold. Nor listen with such little regard, for from the treasury of my heart I open myself. Take your time listening for when I speak; you have been invited to explore a treasure chest. The sharing of my innermost self is sacred, valuable; not everyone is permitted access into my deepest chambers. Listen carefully, for my words are like precious gemstones; should you pass by them in haste, you are only robbing yourself. Linger, pondering what I’ve shared, in doing so you will discover my heart and truly know me. I AM a rare treasure; buried within my words is the riches of who I am. 


Wednesday, April 25, 2012


Decided to combine my thoughts with the picture from my previous post.  I not only find combining visual art with healing words and/or scripture to be a very good outlet for my creative side, I find it personal and healing.  


I absolutely love this picture. In it I see honesty, humility, weakness, strength, trouble, help, compassion, love, truth, distress, comfort, failure, love, security, redemption, safety, trust, humanity, Divinity, companionship, readiness, concern, friendship, loyalty, turmoil, peace, fear, panic, relief and so much more. 

If I'm not careful, my thoughts can produce a raging, seemingly life-threatening storm in me. When my thoughts turn fearful and anxious, they can feel as tumultuous as the stormy seas and I can find myself being quickly drowned by them. I don't even have to leave dry ground or the boat to find myself in a tsunami sized inner storm!

I was reminded by a precious fellow woman on the journey (MAC) of the immediate comfort and peace of God when we cry out to Him in the moments when our thoughts are overwhelming. It made me think of the story of Peter. I had to see if I could find a picture of the moment when Jesus reached down and saved Peter from a life-threatening storm. You can read it for yourself in Matthew 14:22-33.

Just looking at this picture brings so much calm to me. Sometimes it helps me to visualize the nearness and readiness of God to help us. Reminds me of a promise found in Psalm 46:

"God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, even though the earth be removed,
and though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea.
Though its waters roar and be troubled, though the mountains shake
with its swelling....Be still and know that I am God"
 Psalm 46:1-3, 10  

I have to say one more thing about the word, immediately. I'm a word person. I love words. I noticed something very interesting about it as I was looking at the word and reflecting on it. I noticed smack dab within the word itself, was the word, mediate.I looked up the word, mediate, in the dictionary and it means, "To intervene resolve, to settle by bring about peace," (American Heritage Dictionary, 2nd College Edition). I don't know about you, but I find it so comforting to know that God acts on our behalf. He stands between us and the storm. He mediates on our behalf to always settle us and even sometimes to settle the storm and bring about peace. When God brings immediate comfort and peace to our inner storms, it's as though He is saying even by His mere presence, "I am your mediator. I AM He who stands between you and this storm! Be still and KNOW that I AM God!" 

Wow!!! I am amazed....all over again!    

Thank you, MAC for reminding me that God's help is always immediate!

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Wrestling The Sumo

The Sumo...that's what I've come to call the nasty self-condemning thoughts I wrestle with as a result of my husband's sexual addiction AND the wounds left from my childhood sexual abuse. Some days I have him on the mat and other times, he's got me smashed to the mat and I'm down for the count! I guess this is one of those days. Facing my own triggers when I'm out and about with my husband, is VERY hard. I know in my head that SA is not about me, my size, my looks, or even about sex really...BUT tell THAT to my heart! I need a healthy dose of give myself a reality remember all the men who've cheated on or have even left slender, beautiful, young, physically fit, talented, smart, healthy, faithful, famous, rich, and even publicly idolized wives due to their sexual addictions (whether visual adultery or physical adultery)...I'm thinking of women like Sandra Bullock, Elizabeth Hurley, Christie Brinkley, Tiger Wood's wife, Shania Twain; as well as the handful of beautiful women I personally know whose husbands left them with wrecked lives due to their sexual addictions and destructive choices. That reality check in mind, I wish my heart would just listen! If I could only push this fat sumo off me for good and leave this wrestling match once and for all with my head held high!     

"...Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I....
for the enemy has persecuted my soul; he has crushed
my life to the ground....cause me to hear Your lovingkindness
....deliver me, O Lord, for in You I take shelter....
in Your mercy cut off my enemies and destroy all who afflict my soul"

Psalm 142:6b & Psalm 143:3a & 8a, 9 & 12

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

To Everything There Is A Season

"To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to heal...a time to weep...a time to mourn...a time to speak"
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

"Then I returned and considered all the oppression that is done under the sun:
And look! The tears of the oppressed, but they have no comforter--
on the side of their oppressors there is power, but they have no comforter"
Ecclesiastes 4:1

Jesus said, "I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you"
John 14:18 KJV

I am a childhood sexual abuse survivor. As a little girl I was molested by three cousins, a brother, a neighbor hood boy, a stranger in the community (who is a registered sex offender) and as a teen, by a friend's boyfriend. Growing up, I pushed all the pain down. I wondered what was wrong with me. I wanted to feel pretty like all the other little girls, but I could not feel it. I wanted to feel valuable and loved but I could not believe I was. I had no way of processing or coping with the trauma I had experienced. It was much too big of a secret for a little girl to bear alone. I had no way to deal with the pain, confusion, worthlessness, humiliation, anger, rage, guilt, shame, dirtiness, helplessness, fear, and the self-hatred I felt. I pushed the pain so far down that I became numb to my emotions regarding the abuse...I could tell my story without feeling a was as if it had happened to someone else, not ME. That's how far removed from the emotions I have been all these years. I still can't believe I'm that little girl and that what happened, happened to ME!

I had eating disorders (over eating, anorexia, and eventually, bulimia) as well as had suicidal thoughts and actually attempted suicide when I was 19 by overdosing on sleeping pills. From the time I was a little girl, I would check doors and windows at night because I never felt safe. My sense of safety was taken from me. Rather than embrace the coming of age, I felt terrified of it and had no one to talk to about what was going on inside me. I struggled with perfectionism, low self-esteem, and the fear of rejection.

I didn't tell my parents about what happened to me until I was a senior in high school (didn't tell them about my brother or some of the other abuses I experienced. However, when I finally shared I had been sexually abused, they cried because they knew something was always wrong, they just didn't know what. Sadly, in 1998 my dad passed away with Mesothieloma and in 2000 my mother passed away from a massive brain stem stroke). 

Last year, at the age of  40 I finally talked to a counselor for the first time about the sexual abuse in my past. I was NOT prepared for the Pandora's box I feel it opened inside of me. However, I am moving towards healing and wholeness with God's healing love.

It's still very hard for me to admit to myself...that I am THAT girl and that all that horror happened to me and that all the horror I felt inside was a result of being violated. It feels strange to allow myself to acknowledge that what happened to that little girl is really MY story and a part of what happened to me. It feels strange and new to give myself permission to acknowledge it, accept it, to grieve it, to feel it, to deal with it, and to heal from it.

 Little by little...I am braver. Little by little I can say it out loud:

"I was sexually abused. I didn't ask for it!
Nor did I somehow deserve it!
Nor was it MY fault!!"

For far too long, I have taken responsibility for something that wasn’t mine to take! For far too long, I've been angry and have punished myself for something I was not guilty of! For far too long, I haven't been able look that little girl in the face with love in my heart. For far too long, I haven't been able look on that little girl with compassion because I didn’t think she deserved it. For far too long, I've wanted nothing to do with that little girl! All I wanted was to disassociate from her! I ignored her pain! I ignored her cry! I ignored the injustice she suffered! I ignored she was real! I ignored her value! I silenced her! I caused her further harm!

But no more! It’s TIME for her cry to be loosed! It's TIME for her voice to be heard! It’s TIME to tell her secret! It’s TIME to declare the injustice! It’s TIME to stop blaming her! It's TIME to acknowledge the abuse! It's TIME to let go of the shame! It's TIME to confront and to forgive her abusers! TIME to forgive what’s been done to her! It’s TIME heal! It's TIME for me to love that little girl!

I am THAT girl!

"He has made everything beautiful in it's time..."
Ecclesiastes 3:11

"The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart....
He heals the broken-hearted and binds up their wounds"
Psalm 34:1 & Psalm 147:3

"I will restore health to you and heal you of your wounds"
Jeremiah 30:17