We love to define people based on their worst, whatever their worst is. We also have this sick obsession with reminding people (the ones who did it and the ones who perhaps didn’t know what was done) about said sin/offense. We like to shame people, put them down so low until they’re ground into dust. We don’t like to see people overcome their “dirt”, their “filth”, their failures, their missteps. We celebrate watching people get knocked back down, possibly lower than where they started, who’ve fought to rise above their worst and do better, live better, BE better. We revel in their downfall. We dress in our Sunday best to watch them roast over the fire on the spit, and gleefully breathe in the scent of their burning flesh. What is it about this human nature that loves to watch folks crumble and then crawl? Why do we love to live in their past and never allow them to create a new future? We talk so much about God and forgiveness, often quoting the scripture that says God himself throws our sins into the sea of forgetfulness once we’ve confessed to Him and repented. I guess, according to human “wisdom”, we think God forgets to constantly remind us that We can’t change, even when washed in the blood of the Lamb. It’s funny, we talk about the devil/enemy so much and blame him for all of the evil in the world. We take no responsibility for reigniting the torches as we search for the next victim to lynch before the masses. Honestly, if we really want to see evil, we should simply look in the mirror.
We are living in a time when it is virtually impossible to disconnect from anything. With the advent of high-powered, high-tech handheld devices, we are all LITERALLY a swipe or thumbprint away from anyone and everyone else who’s “connected”. It’s virtually impossible to eat, sleep, or have private time (a.k.a. bathroom) without feeling accosted by the endless array of beeps, tweets, fweeps, honks, and the incredibly obnoxious, “You have a text message!” notifications. We feel so obligated to remain connected (kind of like being in “the matrix”) that when we realize we’ve missed “a call, a tweet, a text, or a notification” of any kind, that somehow we’ve failed as modern day human beings. We also cannot forget the flood of invitations that come our way via email, social media, and text messages requesting our attendance or financial support towards a celebration, a cause, or a human need. These constant bombardments and demands for our time and attention are exhausting and can create high levels of anxiety for even the most stoic of individuals. And for people like me, who suffer from anxiety disorders, it can almost become debilitating.
Because I am sensitive and a creative soul, I’ve often become overwhelmed by these constant demands. And yes, yes it’s very easy to say, “well just put the phone down”, or “shut it off”, or my personal favorite, “aren’t you being a little dramatic?” Well, that’s easier said than done in a world where you almost need to be available for opportunities, emergencies, and frankly, just to be informed whether your life or the lives of people you love are in danger. It’s almost as if we are doomed to an existence of over-access all the time.
But recently, I’ve reached an impasse. I’ve realized I don’t want to be accessible all the time anymore. I don’t want to always be “connected” or “available”. I’m learning to say no to over-access and no to constant demands. Social media almost demands a “yes” to everything that comes our way, but I say”no”. “No” to immediately answering every call, text message, tweet, comment, message, or post. I say “no” to feeling obligated to every invitation, request for financial support, and/or saving everyone needs saving. I can’t save the world. That was a difficult conclusion to come to and accept. I can’t fix everyone. Hell, most times it’s a monumental effort to attempt to “fix” me. But saying “no” doesn’t make me a bad person. Saying “no”, in an effort to preserve my peace, my sanity, and my functionality, is not only fine, but a necessary step towards self-care giving me room to grow and flourish.
People should try to understand, (though many won’t), that my “no” isn’t personal…at least not towards you. Please try to understand (although I’ll be just fine if you don’t because that’s your burden to bear, not mine) that my “no” might mean that I’m tired (mentally, emotionally and/or physically), that I already have too much on my plate and realistically cannot fit ANYMORE. Or that perhaps what you’re demands are are not necessarily of interest to me or related to what I believe my purpose is on this earth (sorry to be so deep but it’s real and it’s relevant to me). I promise. So please, don’t take my “no” personally, because personally, I’m just trying to take care of me.
Peace and blessings to you!
I see a lot of folks who try to “get back” at the people who’ve hurt them by using social media. They put folks “on blast”, reveal all of their secrets (which is super dirty if you’ve been close friends and shared things you’ve never, ever, EVER shared with anyone else on the planet), and basically “trash” them as far and as wide as possible. Social Media reaches so many people that those types of posts go viral before you know it and that can ruin and sometimes end lives. So, here’s my stance on this behavior…
“I don’t “do” petty. I don’t “do” revenge. I don’t “do” putting folks on blast. I don’t “do” telling all the secrets you’ve shared with me, even though in valley of my hurt, I’ve considered it. Seriously considered it. But I’ve learned that one betrayal shouldn’t be followed by another. I’ve learned that the callous, insensitive, and sometimes cruel actions of people who’ve claimed to love me and broke me down so low I became physically ill once it was revealed to me, does not define me or my destiny. So, what I will do is pray for you. I will wish you well. I will make sure that I don’t play a role in your downfall or demise. Life will take care of that. However I will cut you out of my life and never look back no matter much you’ve meant to me. I love too purely to waste it on anyone who uses, manipulates, and/or mistreats me. And once you’ve been put in that box, you’ll never get back into my heart.” @liane_elizabeth
Many who are broken prey upon other broken ones to make themselves feel whole. They will say and do anything to get what they want/need to fill the gaping craters of emptiness within them caused by life’s traumas, disappointments, and tragedies. Instead of looking within themselves and reconciling their own brokenness, they look outward and drain other broken souls trying desperately to be healed. And while they don’t mean to cause harm, they do. They break down other broken souls even lower than they already are, all the while realizing that they don’t feel any better , any “whole-er” than they did before they began. So, broken souls break other broken souls and never get the healing that they need because they’re tapping into the wrong source. But in spite of our misguided, human attempts at achieving wholeness, God is still our safe place. No matter what lies have been told to you, about you, or even that you’ve told (to others or to yourself), God is still our refuge and there is shelter, grace, mercy, peace, and healing under his Almighty wings. Today is Resurrection Sunday. It’s time to allow God to resurrect the purpose He has ordained for your life. But first, you have to seek refuge in that safe place, stop lying to yourself, and allow God to show you who you are now, so you can become the you you’re destined to be! There is healing in the SAFE PLACE of Christ Jesus! (Thank you, Bishop George and Pastor Mary Searight)!
Love affirms. Love uplifts. Love corrects gently so as not to crush the heart and spirit. Love won’t cause you to question your worth. Love won’t make you feel invisible or constantly overlooked. Love sees you, really sees you and celebrates the uniqueness of YOU. Love protects. Love watches out for. Love won’t judge and condemn you. Love won’t deny you. Love gives hope. Love increases your joy and peace. Love bears burdens. Love upholds. Love sees the best even when you’re shown the absolute worst. Love changes you, and will cause you to want to change for the better. Love forgives, but also knows when to let go. Love tells the truth despite the pain rather than lie to keep up a charade. Love, real love, was demonstrated on the Cross by Jesus for us. That is the love that resides in His heart for us every single moment of every single day and is demonstrated in all that He’s done and does for us. Do you hold that kind of love in YOUR heart?
So much wasted time on pointless things. Time lost with loved ones for “the grind”? To prove something to the world? To feel worthy? Worthy of what? Spreading ourselves so thin, we have nothing left to give to those we’ve pledged to give our all to? Or worse, staying in bad or toxic situations (jobs, relationships, organizations) just to be able to say we “stuck it out”. Day in and day out, doing what we’re told to do or feel obligated to do, even if it’s to our detriment. Then in a flash, people are gone. Gone from this life. Gone with purpose unfulfilled and dreams unrealized. Gone with passion and inspiration snuffed our, never to be shared. Enough! Stop existing and start LIVING! If it hurts you all the time, it’s not for you! If you’re dying in it, it’s not for you! If you’re scared, that’s okay! Courage isn’t the absence of fear! It’s the ability to push through in spite of that fear. You are more than your failures and shortcomings! You are more than what people have told you you are! You are better than broken! You are the uniquely gifted masterpiece God has created you to be! Don’t let the limited thoughts, views, and existences of others limit you! Soar like the eagle that you are!
Must Look the Part
No one warns us about the silent, deadly damage of unacknowledged brokenness,
Or the miles of gaping wide potholes it leaves in our hearts
Like iron chains that reach way down into the depths of our souls.
In their hasty discomfort, they wrap their wounds in charade-drenched cloaks
While forcing us to swallow the bitter bile of our fractured foundations.
As we sup at the devil’s table,
Dining on lascivious lies and listening to the elders recount the sanitized version of our familial follies,
Not yet grasping the toll of so much human-inflicted carnage.
All are expected to readily participate in this putrid pot luck,
Neatly attired in our tailored threads of denial,
While the elders, knives and forks in hand, delicately dine on the remnants of our dignity.
“Chop! Chop! We must look the part!
No matter the poisonous dysfunction we’ve been forced to consume!
No, no! We mustn’t appear as shattered as we truly are!”
Our internal injuries continue to fester and any hope for healing bleeds out into our bellies,
And the pus of his filthy perdition now flows through our veins instead.
How do we love when we’ve only known this damaged brokenness that bruised our collective psyche?
How unfortunate for those who love us,
To sup at our infected table of lascivious lies.
It’s only a matter of time before we break you, too.
As I struggle to emerge from my cocoon and become ALL that God has created and destined me to become, I’m grateful for the stops along the way. This journey to becoming myself is, at times frustrating, yet all the while intriguing and exhilarating!
Today, I found the recording of my first public poetry reading since my college days. I wrote this piece during my first experience with the State Theater of New Jersey’s Poetry Collective under the incomparable poet/artist/teacher, Glenis Redmond. The recording highlights all of the poets who shared so if you have about 90 minutes available, I encourage you to listen and take that magic carpet ride to Poetry heaven! My reading occurs from 35:35 – 43:30. I am exceptionally proud of this piece because it honors the love/relationship I had with my Uncle Bill, but even more so because it marks the beginning of my emergence as the poet I’ve always wanted to be! Enjoy and thank you for sharing with me!