You're Gonna Get Wet

 The expectation that we can be immersed in suffering and loss daily and not be touched by it is as unrealistic as expecting to be able to walk through water and not get wet. ~ Naomi Rachel Remen

It’s the middle of the week, and I’m nearly drowning. Taki agrees to take the kids for me for a few days – my first answered prayer. I return to my house, alone, and love the stillness of it, the quiet that I’ve been starving. I go to my bathroom and through the window I hear someone crying really loud. Well, what I thought was crying. The sound continues and my heart starts pounding as thoughts race, Who’s hurt? Is someone being beaten? What’s the emergency this time?

I rush to check and there is none. Come to find out, two girls were laughing. Somehow, my brain registered it as crying.

I start cooking dinner, looking up a new recipe, thoroughly enjoying my time alone. I check back on the recipe on my phone and find 3 missed calls from the house mom. (The girls have all gone to a Wednesday church service.) My heart thuds again and I go into panic mode, immediately assuming something happened at church, someone manifested demons, or someone else ran away. Come to find out it was the house mom just asking for advice.

And then, while waiting for dinner to finish, I’m listening to a prayer on my phone. My phone starts buzzing repeatedly as if someone keeps trying to call and call. I try to ignore it and keep praying but my mind racing won’t let me focus. What if it’s Taki? What if something happened to the kids! Did Lucia run away!?

I check my phone in physical panic and find it wasn’t Taki at all but a friend on deployment who had sent me a ton of pictures of his base, most of which were beautiful sunsets!

And then it all hits. No wonder why I can’t get rest. I sink down on the kitchen chair and weep. Pent up tears unleashed from a year that I tried so hard to compartmentalize the negatives and stay strong and “be happy” for all the others. I weep because I know what this means. My brain and body in such a hyperalert state and trying to self-protect means I’m not okay and I finally have to admit it. I’m broken and there is going to be no quick fix for this one.

Thankfully, I have been trained in vicarious trauma and recognized the symptoms, and I contacted my counselor immediately and talked about ptsd symptoms. I also sent an SOS prayer message to my prayer team and Mom and was covered quickly with prayer, Scripture, things that made me laugh and smile while still giving myself permission to be what I felt: sad.

Never before in the history of Hosea’s Heart have we had so many run aways in one year. We had five in less than nine months. And these are some who’ve been with us for nearly a decade! Glory be to God, all have returned except the one. Not only that but my personal plans, goals for the year were frustrated and seemed like nothing worked. I’m supposed to have already published my second book, for example, but I got so frustrated with it, I nearly quit (and it’s in the last small stage of final comb through edits). I felt like the more I tried something, even personal habits or professional growth, the more it eluded me. And then when I sat at the at kitchen table and I wept, I gave up trying so hard. God’s funny like that – I asked for joy, that I wanted people to be able to describe me as a joyful and happy being and then it was like a hundred sad things happened, too. (Granted, I'm not discounted the incredible positive, that was in the previous blog.) But it was also about personal attacks on my worth and identity. The more I “tried” the worse it got. Same thing with patience. The week after my meltdown I said Screw patience! I’m tired of it. I don’t have time for patience in this season! So what happened? 

I was at a lunch date (at my favorite place, thinking it was going to be joyful) with Aya right before my U.S. departure, and it was jam-packed with groups from tourist buses and the waitress and service was the worst ever. We waited forever to order and forever and a half to get the food and then forever plus another for the check. I finally went up to the desk and demanded to pay there because I wasn’t gonna wait one more second. I even told myself, Well they’re not getting ANY tip! And then God did what He does… He whispered right at the end when I was grabbing my cash to pay, “Give them the 200.” It’s a 200 rand bill ($12) and I was like, “You’ve GOT to be kidding me right now. You choose NOW for the time to ask me to be generous?! I will NOT give them anything.” And it was like I could almost FEEL Him smile at me while throwing my tantrum about patience and generous-shmenerous! And without even knowing I was doing it, I gave them my 200 bill and the look on the two waitresses faces – I’ll never forget it. They knew they didn’t earn it. They expected me to be mad. The shock on both their faces and mine was like God playing a joke I didn’t know I needed. I left feeling the lightest and best I’d felt for the entire week!

I realized later (much later) God was actually doing it for me, not to take something away from me. He wasn’t asking me to give away something to make me feel loss or to suffer (since it was the last of my cash at the time). He was doing it to remind me how good it feels to show love (kindness, generosity) expecting nothing in return. And He did it to remind me that He does this to me so often, a gentle reminder that I don’t need to earn His love. He was giving me love by asking me to give something away.

And that’s it isn’t it? I’ve been mad at God all year because giving didn't feel good. It feels like loss, it feels like defeat, it feels like failure, it feels like my heart gets ripped to shreds and He does nothing. It feels like He asks me to keep giving instead, but I’m tired. I’m tired of giving and getting nothing in return. I’m tired of being the one who initiates humility and compassion and grace when in return I get blame and rebellion and rejection. I’m tired of hearing over and over how I will never measure up because I am simply not biological mom. I’m tired of having their own hurt and hatred from their parents projected onto me and me becoming the bad guy. I am SO tired of being the bad guy over and over by pouring my heart and soul out for them. I’m tired of having my words being twisted around and thrown back at me, tired of being “wanted” when they want to cry on my shoulder but “rejected” with attitude when they receive my discipline. It’s like they want to cut me into pieces and keep certain parts that suit them and throw away others. Oh my gosh, it’s exhausting. Their expectations of me are impossible. The expectations of myself are impossible. The crazy thing is, He expected none of it. He was simply waiting to give me the 200. 

There is no way I can ever earn “acceptance” and yet I got caught in the enemy’s hamster wheel of trying to. I am not loving in order to be loved back, but it IS my human need to be loved. I am not giving in order to be given to, but it IS my womanly nature to want provision and protection. It is said that pain can make one temporarily selfish. Indeed, because when all you see is your pain, you forget to see purpose, vision. I was looking at the wrong things. I wanted to hold back, give up, protect what was left. So how ironic that in my weakest (and trust me, you do NOT want to hear what was going through my head about people I actually love) God asked me to give. And I still gave.

In that very moment, He was restoring me in His own way. Showing me how lovable I still am even when I’m angry and bitter and smoke is coming out of my ears. Showing me that HE who is in me is GREATER…than any other emotion, thought, lie, behavior, belief, etc. (1 John 4:4)

I can almost feel Him say, “Have you seen my daughter Kate? Even in the dark, she is still My light.”

When I arrived in the U.S., my friend Michelle paid for me to go on a women’s retreat. Best gift ever. At the retreat, a trio of women prayed for me. They only knew my name because of an introduction. They know nothing about Hosea’s Heart, nothing about me personally, or my journey this year. But as they prayed for me, they prophesied and spoke incredible words and prayers over me. One looked me in the eye and said, “You are a light in the midst of darkness.” She spoke about seeing a physical heavy and dark cloud over me but after praying said, “God wants you to know this cloud is not there by your doing. [releasing me from this fear/lie that I’m doing something wrong, not enough – my soul needed that!] It is planted there by the enemy. Satan is trying so hard to cover that light. But he cannot!” and they continued praying. Another one said, “I sense God saying, ‘You don’t need to make your light any brighter; you are already LIGHT!” [releasing me from the lie that I have to strive harder to prevent failure].

And finally, like a grand finale, one read to me a prayer from her journal that she felt the Lord asking her to share. That morning she had watched the ducks on the lake, and there were three stubborn ones that stayed on the bank and wouldn’t get in the water with the rest. Then in flew a flock of geese landing gallantly on the water, sending ripples and a beautiful entourage. The Lord said, “If you are so fixated on the ones that left, that stayed behind, that refused to get in the water with you, you’ll miss the amazing things still coming!”

And that released me from the pressure and lie that it is my job to keep the flock together, that yes it’s okay to feel loss and sadness for the ones that run away, or leave, or won’t get in, the ones that will refuse to truly join the family or take the journey with me, but to keep moving forward, fixing my eyes ahead so as to not miss the BEAUTY and JOY that surrounds the small piece of SAD. You can be both sad and happy, and it's okay.

The fact that I was putting so much pressure on myself made me realize the weight of this quote: “The expectation that we can be immersed in suffering and loss daily and not be touched by it is as unrealistic as expecting to be able to walk through water and not get wet.”

Well, I guess it’s time to jump in and watch the gallant geese that are coming. The season of harvest is here. It’s time to embrace the wet.  

Make a Wish

“Make a wish!” They cheered me on before I could take a bite of a scrumptious bouquet of handmade, handfrosted cake pops.

“A real wish!” TJ, our case manager, interjected right as I was about to indulge. How did she know I was cheating and didn’t really make any wish ‘cause I just wanted to take a bite?

“Just one?” I joked. I thought about the pilot and the helicopter ride. I thought about my perfect man. I thought about asking for a husband in the next year of life. I thought about the Toyota Fortuner, 7-seater vehicle I’ve been wanting, I thought about the places I’ve visited this year and the dreams that came true with my travel and adventure desires. All of it was wonderful. All of it will be wonderful if I ask for it. But in that moment, there was nothing I wanted more than just one thing.

It’s You, I whispered to my Prince. It’s always been You. I just want You.

With a wink to the “audience” that was waiting for me, I took a bite and tasted heaven. I mean like seriously. I have never tasted something so wonderful in all my life. (Thanks, Hannah, for the homemade cake pops!)

 This year has by far held some of the highest highs and unfortunately also the lowest lows. My physical and mental health have both taken quite a beating this year. I’m used to the spiritual battles by now, but this has been all out war. Like Trojan Horse, sneaky, slimy, hit-you-when-you’re-already-down kind of blows. But those stories are for another day. 

This year has also held some of the most breath-taking moments of my life. Dreams I’ve had that I NEVER thought would get fulfilled were dropped in my lap this year. Felt like anytime my enemy would throw something at me, my Father would counter it. Like, “Oh you wanna do that to my daughter? Watch this, Sucka!” 😉

“Watch This” I sure did! I saw with my own two eyes some of the most famous sites in the world! After a conference in Spain, my beloved friends who lived with me my first year in Swazi in 2010-11 were getting married in Scotland, so I stayed after the conference and traveled Europe to “kill time” until the wedding. One of my best friends Hannah flew out and joined me for our once-in-a-lifetime trip! I enjoyed France WAY more than I thought I would. LOVED the food. Lol. Adored our stay in Paris, and enjoyed, among many other things, a sunset boat cruise near the lit-up Eiffel Tower, went UP to the TOP of the Eiffel Tower, and went to Versailles Palace.

Hannah and I also spent time in Frankfurt, Germany, where we had a really hard time finding “brats” until we were finally corrected (with annoyance) that we were actually looking for “bratwurst.” Our Wisconsin bad. In Spain, I enjoyed three different cities, Alicante, Madrid, and Barcelona. Unfortunately, Barcelona was freezing and rainy. We had to ask our hostel front desk for a heater, of which they were first shocked and second, annoyed. (Hey, just because it was “spring” there doesn’t discount that we were from the African heat.) 

My favorite location by far was Italy. I could go back and spend the whole two weeks just in Italy. One night we wandered into a live street concert which was fantastic! The food was incredible, one of my favorites was a wine-tasting and charcuterie board with the sweetest Italian lady who had no problem making sure we drank more than necessary! We enjoyed walking (several times) The Floating City, Venice, and also seeing it from a gondola. We of course spent plenty of time in cathedrals and basilicas where I had some incredibly intimate moments with Jesus.  But one of my favorite locations was the Roman Colosseum. If anyone’s read Francine Rivers’ Mark of the Lion series, it was like I could relive it. Terrifyingly marvelous. Such a blood-soaked place of Christian martyrs of our past is now home to the Head of the Church around the world. 

That was the trip of a lifetime, right?! Crazy thing is, that wasn’t the end of my adventures this year! Prior to covid, my friend Kellye and I had planned and prebooked a southern African tour, crossing multiple countries in one trip. Four years later, post-covid, we finally took our trip and added two friends, my brother and Hannah! Multiple stops in Botswana included seeing wild elephants and giraffes along the rode side, camping out in the Salt Pans with just a sleeping bag and the MOST miraculous sky of stars I’ve ever seen in all my life. It still is my favorite experience, seeing nothing but stars from horizon to horizon, like a dream. Hiking Victoria Falls was breathtaking and we even captured the rainbow! But the best view and exhilarating experience was the helicopter ride over the Falls! (And the pilot was breathtaking, too, hehe). One of my longtime dreams came true and I got to touch, feed, brush and elephant named Themba, and he also kissed me. 

Imagine all of that in one year? Pinch me, am I still alive?  And yet… all of that… can’t compare to God. I think these highs of the year are going to stay the best highlights of my life, and I’ll relive them as much as possible. But that’s all I can do. Relive them in my memories. The thing about moments of ecstasy like these, they can’t produce the same pleasure after the experience is over. Joy yes, but pleasure is felt in the moments and pleasure therefore doesn’t last. But He does. His Love lasts. His provision lasts. His blessings last. His happiness is the kind that lasts. 

And that’s why when I was asked to make just ONE wish…all I could think of was Him. He spoiled me this year when my heart felt trampled on. He provided for me in ways I wasn’t being otherwise cared for. He saw my vulnerability and my weakness and instead of taking advantage of it called it Blessed. In one of my most difficult years yet, the valley after the mountaintop, He has been my reason to not give up. Oh, how could I ever want anything more? Only Jesus.

My armor is cracked

But you’re still standing, kid

I’m too tired to walk

But you’re still standing

My heart is too heavy for my chest

But you’re still standing

My weapons are broken

But you’re still standing

I’m weak and afraid

But you’re still standing

 

It’s not as bad as it seems, Beloved,

Because you’re still standing

-1 Cor 15:58

Ah, yes…this is why I follow Jesus.

He’s not just the Prince of Peace,

He’s the prince of me
I’ve enjoyed the world, but it couldn’t fill me
the way you love me Lord
There is no compare, nothing that trumps You
You are, you were, you will always be
More than enough for me
You are my Husband, my Redeemer, my Master, my Best Friend