One of the hard things about being separated and looking at the possibility of divorce is the change of identity and roles. Sometimes it is hard to get my feet under me concerning who I am and exactly what I’m supposed to be doing. I’m a wife, but I’m not. I’m a single mom, but I’m not. I’ve always been the strong one who people depended on, and now, I feel like it is a great accomplishment to make sure we have three meals a day.
Most days I don’t feel like me, like the me I’ve been or the me I’ve wanted be. I’m not sure who this person is who cries so easily, struggles to battle feelings of rejection, and can’t function without a to do list. But surely, surely she isn’t really me.
This morning I lay in bed feeling heavy with the weight of everything, feeling like I’m fighting to get to get my feet under me, and I prayed all I know to pray. “God, please give me a foundation to stand on because I’m sinking.”
I hope for a verse. Instead, I receive love notes all day long.
As I sit with my coffee, the ache in my heart throbs. I feel like I am drowning in rejection and abandonment. “Dear God, I know I’m not really rejected. I know there are people who love me and accept me. I know…But why do I have to fight so hard to know?”
You’re a formidable foe.
The words fill the room. I let them soak into me.
A formidable foe.
It’s who you are.
Right now, I just feel battered.
I text a friend and tell her I am struggling with feeling inadequate and rejected. She texts back—a prayer, asking for strength and healing, blessing me, thanking God for me.
Accepting you…loving you…fighting for you…You are worth the effort.
My vision blurs, and my breath catches. Worth the effort…
It’s who you are.
I want to believe that.
Then believe it. It is who you are.
The buzz of my phone brings me out of my thoughts. I read the text. “I’m scared.”
I feel the pain, the overwhelming fear.
I don’t bother with a text. I call.
There is a place in her step-dad’s brain. They don’t know what it is. If it’s cancer, it’s inoperable.
She’s drowning.
I grab her hand, help her find her footing.
We talk about fear…and faith. We discuss strategies to keep the fear at bay, verses to give her strength. I assure her she can do this. I remind her she is a warrior. She is unsure. I’m not. She begins breathing on her own, and she is standing. She feels wobbly. I’m here if she starts to tilt. I’m not going anywhere. If she forgets what she is capable of, I’ll remind her. When she looks in the mirror and doesn’t recognize who she sees, I’ll describe her in detail until she remembers, and when she doubts she can be the person she wants to be, I won’t.
When we end the phone call, she thanks me and tells me what a great friend I am.
I say thanks and chuckle to myself.
It’s who you are.
I hear the words close to my ear, like a whisper…but they are clear.
It’s who I am. It’s who I want to be.
It’s who you are.
Again, the words are clear in my ear.
At a break in the day, I check my email. A friend has responded to something I wrote. She is concerned she hurt me and wants me to call her immediately so she can be sure I’m okay. I punch in her number.
She checks my heart. She shares hers. She tells me the amazing things God is doing in her life…and she tells me the amazing things she sees Him doing in mine. She blesses me…as a writer…as a strategist…as a prayer warrior…as a friend…as someone who is chosen to be in this season at this time to help others through.
She knows who you are. She sought you. She knows your purpose. She knows your value. That is why she wants you to stand with her.
She knows.
But more than that, I know.
I know I am really the person I want to be. I am sought after, valued, loved and accepted even in my weakness, serve a purpose others see, am a warrior who may take a breather but has not left the field, am trusted, covered, and strong.
It’s who I am.
But it’s more than knowing who I am. It’s knowing who He is…that He listens…that He hears…that when I am desperately hoping for a verse, He sends me love letters all day…to describe me in detail until I remember who I am.
Jerri Kelley, I’m That Jerri
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Jerri Phillips says
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Kathy Eberly says
Thank you so much for sharing. All of those feelings I have experienced. It’s a difficult thing to go through, yet Christ gives strength for the journey! God bless you!
Jerri Phillips says
Kathy,
Christ is faithful, isn’t He? One thing I have come to know to the very core of me in all of this is His love and faithfulness. He is amazing. Blessings to you, too!
Joanie says
I just have to say – I have read (in)courage since the beginning, and this is one of the best pieces I have read!! I’m saving it to my computer just to send to friends who need it, now and in the future. Thank you, and God bless. 🙂
Jerri Phillips says
Joanie,
Humble gratitude for your kind words.
Oh, Joanie, tell your “friends who need it, now and in the future” who they are. Keep reminding them until they remember. It is a gift beyond words when someone gives the gift of who you really are back to you.
God’s blessings to you.
Jerri
tammy@meadows speak says
This is so moving and good. You write beautifully from the heart.
Jerri Phillips says
Tammy,
Humble thanks for your words of encouragement. You bless me greatly.
God be with you and strengthen you with the courage to be all you desire to be.
God’s blessings to you,
Jerri
Becca Bailey says
So, so, perfect for this morning; tears are streaming down my face as I re-read your words. Thank you for sharing. I’ve been fighting and fighting all week with these same feelings. I need those love letters right now….and this is certainly one. Bless you!
Jerri Phillips says
Becca,
I’m hugging you from here, handing you a kleenex, willing to listen.
Okay, I have to tell you how much of a love letter this is for you. This was accepted for publishing *6 months ago*. I found out the week my mom was in the hospital, right before she died. The amazing ladies at (in)courage gave me grace to take time to heal and breathe. (If you visit my website and read “The Void”, you’ll understand why it took so long.) I can point to life circumtances, but God knew YOU would need this TODAY, and He held it for you. He adores you, beautiful lady. He absolutely adores you.
Father God, I lift up Becca to you. I pray today you would bless her with love letters from the heart of you in whatever way you want to send them, whether they be notes from others, a phone call, a pickle in the shape of a heart, a soft rain, the perfect verse…I will not tell you how to love your beloved. The relationship you have is so personal I could never try to tell you how to love her, but I ask that you would love her, that you would pour out your heart of affection and affirmation on her. Give her joy amidst the pain and laughter with the loving. You are so good. Thank you for how you are so faithfully pursuing your beloved. I praise you, Lord, for your goodness! Amen
My heart and prayers are with you.
Jerri
Heidi Bevan says
Wow. You spoke straight to my heart. Karen is a friend of mine from college and she just sent me the link to your blog.
My husband and I just separated on Tuesday, and I am raw, numb, and overwhelmed. And it felt like no one understood me. And then I read this, from a complete stranger, and you spoke to my heart all the questions and doubts and insecurities I’m struggling with. If you don’t mind, I think I’ll follow your journey here, as it sure feels good to know I’m not alone. Heidi
Jerri Phillips says
Oh, Heidi, I have no words. If I were there, I don’t think I would even hug you. I would just stand or sit and be there with you because you so pefectly desribed it, and “raw”…wow, there is no pain like it.
Have you visited my website? If you visit “I’m that Jerri”, you’ll see a section entitled “Backstory”. I was still writing on the “Jerri Phillips” blog when we separated. A lot of the journey is under “Jerri Kelley” and “Remaining Hopeful”. Please feel free to read through any and all of it. If you want to talk through any of it, email me either via email or through the comment box. If it is private, just note that, and I won’t publish it for the public, just make sure I have contact information for you so I can respond.
And, yes, there are days that simply breathing is a big enough accomplishment, dear one.
Oh, my dear, my heart and prayers are with you.
Blessings of tender love and compassion be yours from our King,
Jerri
Heather says
Dearest, Jerri! Thank you for sharing this today. You are a blessing to me in your courage to stand in front of us and say that you are hurting. God is there and you feel His hand which is so important. When my prayers for a healed marriage were not answered and God lead me to the end of it, I thought for a while that maybe something was wrong with me. Instead, I learned I always took responsibility for the wrong-doings of others. My strength enabled their weakness. I have seen my now ex-husband find God in the midst of this change in our relationship. I got to plant the seed, was part of its food and water as were many others, and God got to see it bloom in him; this was God’s victory not mine.
It is a blessing for our children and for our shared-parenting relationship. Unfortunately, it left me feeling like something was wrong with me as my ex soon found love and will be getting married next month. I was hurt, lost and angry in the midst of this. I had lost my two best friends, my sense of belonging, my partner, and saw my job turned upside down. God needed me to seek Him. He needed me to depend on Him. He needed me to trust Him. Hard lessons for a do-it-yourself kind of girl!
Jerri Phillips says
Oh, Heather, such truth! Thank you for your courageous honesty.
I can relate in so many ways!
I couldn’t believe when God said let go. In fact, I think that shocked me more than Rob actually leaving. I knew Rob was unhappy and didn’t want to be here, but for God to say it was okay to open the door and let him go? I was stunned, and yet, NOW, I can see God’s hand in it and His mercy, for both of us, at work.
And I say it again, He is amazing.
And, please know, when I laughed at the “taking responsibility for others”, I wasn’t laughing at you. I was laughing at myself. It is something I have had to lay down…along with friendships that were not healthy and views of myself that were lies…and this really warped way of life called “codependency”, which is just another word for “prison.”
I applaud your courage! And I weep with you. The pain of his moving on and the questions about what is wrong with you is heartwrenching beyond words, so I hand you a kleenex, look into your eyes, and heart-speak, “I know.” If I were there, I’d hold your hand or give you tea or whatever helped you understand that his choice does not make you less than worth-the-effort to others. You ARE worth the effort, Heather. You are. If you forget, let me know. I’ll tell you again and again until you remember.
Blessings, beautiful woman.
Jerri
Heather says
Thank you, Jerri! When I walked out of my pastor’s office almost 2 years ago now with the peace only Jesus can provide, I knew I had God’s answer. The time since has been a lot of having to learn to trust God and not rely upon myself. He’s upended my apple cart a lot this last year, but I don’t regret a moment of this journey because my relationship with Him is so much more than I could have asked or imagined!
John says
First, I hope no one is shocked that a man is reading and responding. Contrary to common belief, we aren’t all bad . . . or should I say horrible?
Jerri, I couldn’t be happier for you in getting this published. However, I have to admit, it is the responses you recieved, and I’ve read, that really move feelings and emotion. You truly presented your personal and ongoing experience in such a way that I see many more in your predicament and those of the several who’ve responded leaving you heartfelt words of thanks and, more importantly, admiration for getting through it all.
After all, it is better to be going through tough times than it is to be stuck in them.
Love you Girl!
Jerri Phillips says
Thank you for…
Love you, too, my friend!
Tracy says
Hi Jerri. Isn’t it amazing how putting your hurt out there is helping so many others. What about the ones who haven’t responded? What a powerful message! There is so much brokenness out there trying to get us to turn away from God. It is very moving to see that in your pain you cling to Him. This is what we all should do in our hurt. Your example is very moving and I can just imagine God holding His arms out to you. God bless, Tracy
Jerri Phillips says
Tracy, I’m so sorry for the delayed response.
Thank you for the encouragement. It blesses me greatly.
Most sincerely,
Jerri
Tiffany says
Jerri,
I was looking for something tonight that would help me through some of my own pain. My husband asked for a divorce several months ago. I have dealt with abuse from him for quite awhile from him and though I have had a lot of support from my family and my church, I was hit with a bombshell a few days ago when he got very mad and threatened to take my young daughter away from me. She doesn’t know him and she is afraid of him. Though I know in my mind that he cannot take her, my heart is breaking. Your words helped me to remember all those who are placed in my life right now to help me. I am searching for who I am and it is great to know that I am not alone in the pain. Thank you.
Jerri Phillips says
Tiffany,
Thank you for taking time to share your heart. I cannot imagine how scary your husband’s threats must be.
When Rob and I first separated, and even before, I asked the Lord for a word for me to stand on, one I could always go back to when things were hard. He gave me several, but one that always kept coming back to mind is Isaiah 43:1–But now, this is what the LORD says— he who created you, Jacob, he who formed you, Israel: “DO NOT FEAR, FOR I HAVE REDEEMED YOU, I HAVE SUMMONED YOU BY NAME; YOU ARE MINE.”
“Redeemed” means, “I chose to pay the high price for you instead of leaving you in slavery.”
“I have summoned you by name.”–I KNOW WHO YOU ARE. This is personal. You didn’t slip in with someone else or unnoticed. I SPECIFICALLY LOOKED FOR AND WANTED YOU.
“You are mine”–You are MINE. I am the King Eternal with all power in my hands. Do not think I will not use everything at my disposal to protect my own.
Tiffany, I’m praying the Lord gives you a verse for you, one that you can go back to over and over again that helps you get your footing when the threats come and when the enemy of your soul tries to terrify you.
You are not alone, dear one. You have an earthly group to support you, but more than that, He has summoned you by name, and you are His. May you see and know the true power of those on your side.
Praying for you.
Jerri
Vicki says
Again…..my sweet friend you’ve shown that you are so in touch with God’s pupose for your life…your gifting is a thing of true beauty and He smiles when your words flow. I feel so incredibly honored to be your friend.
Jerri Phillips says
Vicki,
You are such a blessing to me always. The honor is mine.
Love you, my friend.
J.