friendship, from the wife, HER Voice, pornography addiction, recovery

Dear Friend,

I want to start off by saying that your friendship is so important to me. You mean so much to me and my family. We have shared many memories and laughter together. I treasure you.

Support For Wives

Because I value our friendship, I wanted to share some of my needs as I am navigating through this new nightmare in my marriage. Nightmare may sound like a dramatic word choice but when I awake each morning, I’m certain it’s all a nightmare. I keep hoping I’ll awake and this will have only been a bad dream, but then I realize I am awake and this is my reality at this time.

I want to be gentle and kind in my words, but I also want to be honest and real. Forgive me if my pain seeps into this letter. My world is spinning. I’m uncertain who is safe and who is not. And I promise friend, I want to believe you are safe but I’m not completely sure of anything these days.

When we met at the coffee shop today, you said, “Let me know if you need anything.”

Inside my heart I shouted, “I need a redo. I need this to vanish and never come back. I need a heart transplant because the one inside my chest is shattered into a million pieces.”  But I know you aren’t capable of tending to any of those needs. There is no redo and only Jesus can heal my heart.

Maybe it would be helpful for me to let you in to see what I’m facing and how it’s unfolding every day. Perhaps this is too much. Goodness, I don’t want to be “too much” for one more person. But I want to be honest. Honesty is SUPER important to me these days. After losing all sense of honesty in my marriage I find myself really needing everyone around me super honest with me and I’m a little too honest with most of them. I should probably apologize to that store clerk from yesterday. But I didn’t know how to answer the question “how are you today” when she asked, so I was honest.

Friend, I know you desire to be a good friend in this season and you are probably at a complete loss. After all, you have never experienced something like this.

I feel completely alone most moments in my day. I walk the hallways at church, work and life with a face that is not mine. It doesn’t reflect the reality on the inside. I’m broken, hopeless, and drowning in the tsunami of emotions that hit me every 5-7 minutes. I feel like I have something gagging me on the inside. I can’t utter a word to anyone. There is so much fear and confusion. My husband is a good man, he is kind. Most people probably wouldn’t even believe me if I told them. Others would immediately judge him and think he is a pervert or question why I am still with him. I wrestle with all these thoughts. It’s so hard when the world outside is pressing up against the wobbly world inside of me.

I struggle to have clear thoughts and stay on task. My mind is always racing and I am exhausted. I’m exhausted physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually. It is hitting me from all places. I’m barely sleeping. I am close to running out of tears, I have cried so many in the quiet of my shower. My mind never stops and I’m wrestling to see God’s goodness in any of this.

I’m struggling to make it through basic tasks, and when I am able to complete the everyday necessities, I am wiped out and just want to lay in my bed.  I’m not depressed…or am I?  I’m trying…or maybe I’m not trying hard enough? I don’t trust myself anymore, and I’m really struggling to trust that God is taking care of me in all of this.

So friend, what can you do? What can you offer? What do I need? I can’t say I really even know all of my needs.

Perhaps I could use help with completely basic tasks like dinner for my family. I could use help with kids while we try and pick up these pieces in counseling or over really hard dinner conversations. I could use a surprise visit that lets me take a break and be with my thoughts for an hour in a quiet place while someone else handles the needs of life. Or even something as simple as showing love and concern with an unexpected hug or phone call, a listening ear, or a text that just reminds me that someone cares and is praying for me. Prayer. I really need prayer.

But here is the reality… I won’t ask for these things. I don’t know how and I don’t really know I need any of it. From what I have been told he needs to be in support groups, have an accountability partner, and/or maybe do some counseling. Once those things are done, I hope we will be good and that he will walk away from this sin. But I don’t know what to do with me in the meantime. Please pray I will look to Jesus and rely on Him to steady me, to comfort me, to hold me up in all this. My world has been shattered and Jesus and I are working on putting the pieces back together while he is working on his part.

I’m thankful you are my friend. I’m not sure how great of a friend I will be for a while. But I promise I will try when I can. I’m thankful for your grace and love.

Love,

Your Hurting Friend

recovery, the everyday

The Harvest isn’t the point

I confess, I’m not a gardener. I WANT to be a gardener, but alas I have failed for 4 years in a row. My dream has been to feed my family of 7 and then have a basket at the end of my driveway for all of my neighbors to reap from our harvest too. Wouldn’t that be dreamy to come home from a long days work and be able to grab a few fresh tomatoes on the way to your suburban abode?

So with this “bounty” goal in mind I have been working my backyard for several years. This past year I even lasagna layered my soil as I put it to bed for the winter in hopes of having this amazingly rich soil and HARVEST. Because it’s all about the harvest….right.

So this spring/summer growing season has come and I have managed to grow 4 peppers, 9 green beans and possibly 12 tomatoes. Yes, you read that correctly…9 green beans. 🙁

This year our struggle was pests. We had squash beetles, bunnies and squirrels. Squirrels who deserve a rant all on their own but I will save that soap box for another time.

As I walked through the rows of my garden a few weeks ago and griped about the condition, I said out loud.

“Alright Lord, this is it. I’m done. No more gardening for me. I am chalking this hobby up to epic fails and will buy all my goods from the store. I’m done!”

I heard His voice whisper in my heart. “But Lyschel, you love watching things grow. You have so much joy in seedlings.”

He is so right. I do love watching things grow. I love coming out to find a new seed popping through and the height of my tomato plants increasing as we begin to cage them. I’m ridiculously giddy during this phase.

But obviously when you hear God’s whispers you sit with them for a bit and ask for more. So as I began to process what he meant by “you love watching things grow” I began to realize that the delight I take in the process is just as special to me as the dream of a basket full of colorful goodness.

So what’s your point Lyschel?

Well, I started laying this realization out over several areas of my life. I wanted to see how this delight was transferring to other places or how the frustration of no harvest was weighing on me.

Our journey of sobriety and healing was one of the first thoughts that came to mind…second to parenting.

I could see how much I DIDN’T enjoy the growth process in these other places. I wanted to have the fastest growing season ever and fast forward to the harvest. Right…who wouldn’t want that. Am I alone?

I know I’m not alone because I sit with you all each week and we wrestle in this growing season together. We cry over the seeds that don’t seem to be taking root. We shake our fist in fits or rage at the squirrel who has yet again stole something that was NOT intended for him. We walk the row in prayers of anticipation and greatness. Then walk the same ones in defeat and are ready to throw in the towel…or trowel. (See what I did there,lol).

But the growth and advancement of our healing or my garden hobby don’t happen in one season. My soil will continue to get more rich with each season of planting. My skills will get stronger with each season of fighting off the pests and my harvest will increase ever so slightly with each season that passes. It’s no different for my recovery. With each struggle I will press further into the word of God. With each slip or relapse I will bring out the tools and skills I am learning from others as I continue to work on myself. We will take better steps forward as each season passes.

See, my harvest is not guaranteed, I think that has been proven. Not in my garden or in my marriage. But its something we go in full of hope and lots of unknowns. I had no idea that the little bunny family in my neighbors yard would have sooo many babies this year. I also had no idea this sin would snatch so much of our hearts and joy.

I don’t want to make light of our stories but I do want to offer HOPE. He sees us, he hears our grumbling in the rows of despair and he knows what brings us joy when we quickly forget and focus on the results verses the progress.

I’m praying you exhale today and determine what brings your heart joy in the gardening of your marriage. I pray he whisper to you too.

*full disclosure, the photo is not my garden, lol

Battling with you,

Lyschel Burket
Hope Redefined