Thursday, November 6, 2014

DYSFUNCTION JUNCTION

For ALL you people who live normal lives--go back to baking your cookies and reading stories to the children---you will NOT get this post-so no need to waste your time.  Thanks for stopping by--come back another day and I will address topics you will understand.



Dysfunction is a word we LOVE to throw around today.  I live dysfunction--so I get it--but HERE is the definition

:  abnormal or unhealthy interpersonal behavior or interaction within a group


My trip down the lane of dysfunction began as a mere child---I learned at my mother's feet.  There seems to be a passive aggressive gene being passed down from both sides of the family.  We are MUCH too polite to EVER express our true feelings---we prefer to turn away---stick our head in the sand---and deny the thoughts of revenge rolling around in our head.

OH and then there is the depression gene.  NOW the tough trick about this gene is NEVER allowing ANYONE to know you are depressed.  Put a smile on your face and a hop in your step---whistle while you work and dance while you mop.  I save those down times for the cave I crawl into when I disappear for days at a time.  

Then there is the middle child unquenchable need to fix things for EVERYONE.  My daughter finally told me--"I just need you to listen, Mom, not fix it."  Call me with a problem---any problem---an insurmountable problem and I am ON IT!  Looking for a solution to your car breaking down, the poor grades in school, your Mother's toothache, your toilet stopping up--ANY AND EVERY problem you have---I cannot seem to stop myself from trying to fix it for you.

No list of dysfunction would be complete without mentioning low self-esteem.  Feeling bad about yourself--come see me--I will tell you how much better, pretty, smart, talented--and the list goes you are than I am.  No need to give you the long explanation of where this came from---dredging all that up would push me down in the hole deeper.

How I manage to function in this state of dysfunction is truly a miracle! Why I do not believe I can function without dysfunction!   How I get out of the bed and make it through the day is a wonder unto itself.  What could keep anyone with all of this emotional baggage moving forward?

My advocate has taught me in the midst of my imperfection--my dysfunctional functioning---He finds me lovely--gifted--whole--in HIM!  This mess turns out to be a pretty normal mess by Biblical standards.  Check out The Word---it is FILLED with dysfunctional people.  And YET--He loves us--faithfully---fully--completely---He loves us because we are His---



 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword?
Romans 8:35


  

4 comments:

  1. Could have been written by me, if I could write. But, of course, you do that better! :) Thanks for putting us into words. Love, Mandy O.

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    1. Oh Mandy, I only touched the very edge of the craziness! Love you!

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  2. "He loves us because we are His." There are no rejects from God's production line.

    God bless.

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    1. I am SO thankful we are SO blessed, Victor!

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