Thursday, July 25, 2013

Satan's Secret Strategy

Yesterday morning, after the alarm had gone off, Mr. Hopeful and I cuddled up in bed and had a great conversation.  A discussion about shame and how it keeps each of us from being involved in groups of people (ward functions, family functions, etc).  He feels like shrinking because of things he has done in the past.  He feels ugly and dirty, despite knowing that he is clean and forgiven.  I, too, feel ugly and unworthy of being in others' presence.

When he left the bed for work we both had learned things about ourselves.  We learned that what we thought was fear keeping us from getting involved with others is actually feelings of shame.  He emailed me an article that he had stumbled across almost by accident.  I believe he was led to find it as it went right along with the discussion we had just a couple hours earlier. 

I would like to share it with you as I believe shame is one of the key factors in what we and our husbands are faced with.  Not just with this addiction but with so many things in our individual lives.  It is a bit long, but worth the read. 

   

Satan always uses the same tricks. He is a mastermind of psychology who has perfected a few ploys and uses them again and again, devilishly pleased with how easily we succumb. On this earth, he started with Adam and Eve and found a particular fiery dart so potent and searing, he has never stopped using it.

You may recognize this technique.

Adam and Eve partake of the fruit, discover their nakedness and then stand shaking when God calls their name in the garden. Satan is right at their shoulder, with urgent words, “Hide. Quickly, hide.” He floods them with a sense of their unworthiness, calls them to retreat, run, be separated from all that is good and holy because they are flawed.

He tells them to shrink in shame, to be flushed with embarrassment, not only at what they've done, but who they are.

Shame is one of Satan's pernicious tools, a view of ourselves he is always busy selling us. In our inner conversations, our self-talk, we may not call it shame, nor recognize that Satan has also told us to run and hide, but the tactic is the same.
 
It is that secret disdain of ourselves that we carry like a hidden worm because we have not been all that we imagined that we could. It is that nagging sense of disappointment that the weaknesses we wrestled with yesterday and last year are still dogging us. It is the chagrin that so much that is difficult for us seems to come easily to others.

It is that embarrassment that we have let ourselves and others down. It is the sin that sickens us or the sometimes hardness of our hearts towards those we should treat softly. It is the life skill we never quite master. (Can my closet still be this disorganized?)

It is the suspicion that others don't regard us or recognize us, the sense that they dismiss us. It is the dismay that we don't measure up, that no matter how hard we try, that we can't do it.

We may not experience any of these kinds of shame, but for many, there is a piece of ourselves, maybe a hidden piece, carefully masked perhaps even from ourselves, that is dimmed in shame.

If it was one of Satan's first temptations to our parents in the garden, we can be certain that he is using it in some way on us. It is a particularly effective tool for those of us who are members of the Church who want so much to become good.

We cry tears and lament, “Have I been a good enough mother?” “Have I been a good enough father?” We beat ourselves up with what we might have done differently at home, at work, in our church callings. We ask ourselves if we missed the boat somewhere along the way, took a Wrong Turn, buried our talents. Or maybe just hit a glass ceiling that our heart tells us we could have shattered if we could have just found the way.

We sometimes contribute to our sense of self-disdain, playing right into Satan's strategy. We may recount our weaknesses until they grow in our mind, replay every rejection, let our disappointments fatten and grow in our souls until they dominate and then diminish our identity.

Anything that makes us feel small and wretched does not come from the Lord who desires most of all for us to remember whose son and daughter we are, and therefore what glorious vistas can await us.

If shame can make us grovel in humiliation before life's opportunities (even if others don't see it), it can also have the opposite effect. We may go to great lengths to hide our chagrin by seeking to be overly competent, feel that we must never make mistakes. We might find ourselves in that endless race for importance, because inside we feel so unworthy and unimportant.
In this way, shame is a cousin to pride. A shrinking sense of dismay about ourselves—or even some part of ourselves—may lead us to that great temptation—working really hard on our beautiful self-image as an antidote.
Even unconsciously we may try to prove that we matter, or worse, that we matter more than other people, that we have our precious, little superiorities. We may search, even unconsciously, for ways to feel OK. We may decorate our resumes or our bodies or our social standing, hoping to smother the voice of shame and heal the hole it eats inside of us. Maybe then we can feel important enough.

Shame can become terribly self-absorbing. It can become a relentless search for something, anything, to make us feel better. “ If I achieve this, then will I be good enough? If I do that, then will I be good enough?” “Have I properly shored up my self-esteem so that I can finally shroud that sense of shame, silence the voices of chagrin, dismay and self-disdain which whisper to me?

Shame is paralyzing. It stops us in our tracks. It bids us give up, contract, stop trying. It makes us feel that we should abandon our standards since they are impossible anyway and we could never live up to them. It wraps us in despair and tells us that since our efforts are so puny, we might as well give up. It is not worth fanning the life force inside of us that would fire our vision and keep us moving. “I'll never win, why try?”
 
Shame ultimately can divide us from God, make us retreat in trembling. We don't want to be exposed as naked and riddled with weakness. We don't want to stand before him with our obvious scars and lesions, the sins we know too well. Shame can distort our vision of who He really is. We may suppose he, not Satan is the source of this painful shame that wracks us, the over-exaggerated sense of our unworthiness.

I think that shame is often behind those who finally abandon God. His expectations make them feel guilty and they flee from feeling ashamed.
I heard shame once in the voice of one of my daughters when she was eager to get an answer from the Lord over a problem that weighed upon her while she was in high school. She said, “Mom, will you pray for me? I know the Lord will answer you.” In her statement was the assumption that she did not think God would answer her. She thought herself, somehow, unworthy of Him.

I heard shame in the request of a Relief Society teacher who, in a lesson, asked us to write down everything we could think of that was good about ourselves to increase our sense of self-worth. Maybe this list we created would help convince us that we were acceptable.

Was this an idea that would work? I didn't think so, so I laid my pencil down. So did my neighbor, Diane. She said, “I don't get this exercise. I love the Lord, and he loves me. That's all I need to know.” I've never forgotten that comment that sprang from wholeness.

Satan is busy, however, with his program of shame. He wants us to feel like pygmies and not children of God. He wants us to participate in his program by scolding ourselves, telling ourselves that that chiding, nagging inner voice is actually there to do us good, make us responsible. “Why don't you ever get this right?” says the voice, shaming us.

But this program of shame is the same one he tried to foist on Adam and Eve. When he sees our nakedness—those vulnerabilities, weaknesses, disappointments and sins that stick to us, sometimes like glue, he screams “Hide, you wretches. Run and hide.”

That is Satan's method of covering our sins.

In the tenderest of mercies, the Savior also invites us to cover our sins, but in a quite different way, a way which is the polar opposite. The Savior's way is encompassed in what Nephi asks in his psalm, “O Lord, wilt thou encircle me around in the robe of thy righteousness!”

Seeing our nakedness and our wretchedness, the Savior, through his atonement, covers us with his own cloak. He does it with a loving, warming embrace. We are encircled in his arms and his robes. Our nakedness is covered, not because we ran and hid, following a devilish voice that implies that we are worthy of disdain. It is covered because, instead of running and hiding, we turned our faces to the Lord and as he embraces us in the folds of his robe, we find that shame falls from us.

We are loved, noticed by the King, made sacrifice for by the Lamb. We are precious, more than we can imagine right where we are, and gleaming with possibilities that go beyond.

God does not want us to travel with shame, for its burden is too heavy and is the fountain of many other sins.

This idea of naked and clothed is spoken in this verse about how it will be to stand again before God.

“Wherefore, we shall have a perfect knowledge of all our guilt, and our uncleanness, and our nakedness; and the righteous shall have a perfect knowledge of their enjoyment, and their righteousness, being clothed with purity, yea even with the robe of righteousness” (2 Nephi 9:14).

The righteous are not naked and made ashamed by the exposure of their weaknesses and vulnerability. They are clothed—and it is in the Savior's own robes. The embrace of the Savior's atonement allows us to have vision of who we really are. Yes, we falter and our best efforts are met with road blocks. Yes, we battle our weaknesses and the war to overcome them is often long, but drawing close to the Lord, means coming into his embrace, feeling his love, and sensing his vision of who and what we are.

Clothed in his robe of righteousness, we do not feel shame. When we are naked, Satan tells us to run and hide. Christ instead, wraps us in his love, empowers us to overcome as he has, and gives us vision to see ourselves as he does—as infinitely lovable and worth his sacrifice.

In the JST, John the Baptist, warns the Pharisees, “If ye receive not me, ye receive not him of whom I am sent to bear record; and for your sins ye have no cloak (JST Matthew 3:34).

Christ's atonement is an invitation to be “encircled about eternally in the arms of his love” (2 Nephi 15). We are invited to be reconciled, which means to return, to come home to the place we have known.

Not just our sins, but all those things that make us feel small and unworthy, awkward and incompetent are transformed when Christ covers our nakedness with his robes.

Hugh Nibley says that the Jews have various interpretations of the word cover. It means “to archover; to bend over; to cover; therefore, to cover your sins, to wipe them out, to forget them, to pass over with the palm of the hand, hence to wipe over; to cleanse; to expiate; therefore, to forgive, to renounce, to deny, to be found.”

It means to be encircled in love.

Oh what a number Satan does on us—making us feel like tiny, hopeless germs, far from home and far from ourselves. He would have us wallow in shame and shrunken vision, pained because we feel so small. It is a tell-tale sign that he is at work in our souls when these feelings abound.

What a joyous alternative is offered by the Savior. “Come unto me, all ye that are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” That rest is in the robes of his righteousness where we are healed and clothed. No need to crouch and hide. We can stand before the Lord with glorious expectations and hope in the process.

We have no need to be ashamed for we are God's own children, and though we are not yet what we will be, the Lord loves us and wants us to catch the glimmers of ourselves that he sees.

Thus, when we feel the shrinking disdain for ourselves that so many know, it is time to say, “Get thee hence, Satan. I will entertain your lies no more.”

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Goats and fear


We raise fainting goats.  If you don't know what fainting goats are just go to YouTube and search fainting goats.  If you don't have the time or desire to do that, let me just say that when startled the muscles in these goats freeze up and they can't move.  Some even fall over.  It is quite amusing really and a big reason why we have them.  I told Mr. Hopeful years ago that I would love to have fainting goats so I could go out and scare the goats as a way to relieve stress and not take it out on my kids or him.  So he got them for me.  Unfortunately, they are more stress than the relief I had hoped.  But that is beside the point. 

One of the goats in particular freezes up really well and unfortunately for him it is usually when we are throwing him hay to eat.  The hay gets thrown over the fence which scares him and causes his legs to freeze up.  He wants the food but his body is frozen.  Instead of just saying "My body won't let me get what I need so I guess I will just sit here," he, with difficulty, drags himself with his front legs to the food.  He pushes through the fear, the thing that is literally paralyzing him and forces himself to reach for the food. 

So it is for me.  There are things that almost paralyze me with fear.  I can sit there and say "Well, I can't move forward because I am paralyzed so I might as well just stay where I am" or I can push through those fears (and pain) and reach for things that will "feed me", that will help me grow and become better. 

This last month has been spent doing just that.  I was presented with an opportunity to step out of my comfort zone.  WAY out!  I started a home business.  I am having to do things that scare me in a BIG way.  It has been scary.  It has been frustrating.  It has been amazing!   As I begin to push through these fears I am growing.  I am becoming stronger. 

Along with having to face the fears that accompany this business I am facing more fears in regards to my own healing and recovery.  As I uncover and "drag myself" through these fears they are becoming less and less paralyzing.  I can learn from them.  I can grow. 

I am trying to keep this in perspective with Mr. Hopeful as well.  He has fears that are paralyzing to him.  Opening up and being vulnerable is one of those fears.  I am trying to be more patient as he works to face the fear of sharing his feelings, good or bad.  The more he realizes I am a safe place the more he is willing to open up.  The goats know we are not a safe place because we intentionally try to scare them.  I don't want Mr. Hopeful to see me coming and tense up in fear.  I want him to feel confident that I am there to support him, to love him.   

This business opportunity has also given Mr. Hopeful and I a chance to work together on something not recovery related.  To redirect our focus a little bit.  Recovery has not fallen by the wayside, but it isn't our sole focus like it had been in the past.  

If the goats didn't push through the paralyzing fear, they would never eat.  They would end up dying or at the very least would be very skinny, hungry goats.  If I don't push through fears I am faced with I will never have the opportunity to grow and become the person that my Father in Heaven would have me become.  I want to strive daily to become that person...even though it is hard.  Even though it is scary.  Even though it hurts (a LOT sometimes).  Thankfully I am not alone in it.  I have my Savior to carry me and bless me with the grace to be able to do all that is asked of me.

Friday, July 5, 2013

Struggling....

I am struggling today. 

Mr. Hopeful and I had a "discussion" last night that went nowhere and left a wedge between us.  I am left feeling confused, unheard, and as though my feelings don't matter.  That he knows what is best for me, my healing, and the healing of our marriage. 

We had been doing well.  SO well.  We have shared a closeness on so many levels.  A closeness that I am not sure we have had in our almost 16 years of marriage.  I hate feeling a distance now rather than the closeness.  I hate the heaviness I feel in my heart. 

I shared with Mr. Hopeful that I had been triggered at the local parade.  While I had been triggered I was still able to enjoy time with my family and didn't dwell on the triggers or allow other negative thoughts to overrun my mind.  I can't remember if I asked if he had been triggered or if he volunteered the information, but he told me that he had been afraid to go to the parade because he "can't control the situations around him" (how people are dressed or NOT dressed, ads, etc).  This left me feeling even more triggered.  I realize he can't control what is around him. However, he does have control over how he responds.  So why the fear?!? 

His lack of opening up to me, without prompting, about his fears was a HUGE trigger for me.   The last two major disclosures in the past two years have been prompted by ME.  He did not initiate the discussions and I had to pry over days, weeks, months to find out what was really going on.  For months I would ask how he was doing, what was going on and his response was always "I'm good.  Nothing is going on.  Just stressed/bored at work".  Only to find out that daily he was struggling--viewing, fantasizing, objectifying, using, etc. 

I have tried to express on MANY occasions that I need him to share his struggles (temptations, triggers) with me.  Sharing those struggles with me instead of keeping them from me shows me that he is willing to be transparent and honest about where he is at that day in regards to his recovery.  I don't expect him to be perfect.  I know that there are daily temptations and thoughts that come in.  I just don't want to be told "everything is good."  I have heard that before--for 16 years--and it wasn't good.  He doesn't understand how that level of transparency can do anything in helping to rebuild trust.  He doesn't think it can help either of us. 

It hurts so much that he isn't willing to try.  It leaves me feeling that I am not worth it, that WE are not worth it, to him to try.  I have asked him repeatedly to share with me, good and bad, yet he won't.  He thinks he knows best what I need and disregards what I tell him I need.  What I need is raw honesty.  I need him to be real.  Not to share what he thinks I want or need to hear. 

What I want AND need to hear is the truth.  His struggles.  His victories.  Not the things that make it seem that life is rainbows and butterflies.  Because it isn't.  Life is hard.  Life is messy.  There are temptations, triggers, and struggles.  That is life.

How do I reconcile my needs with his fears?  I am unsure of how to move forward.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013


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I cannot know what the future will bring.  My best hope is every bit as likely to occur as my worst fear, so I have no reason to give more weight to my negative assumptions.  All I can do I make the most of this day.
~Courage to Change 



Monday, June 10, 2013

Skinny Jeans

I have essentially been pregnant and/or breastfeeding since fall of 2006 (I had several years before that of the same but had a 3 year break after 2003).  While I am sad to be done with this stage of life, I am excited to be moving in to the next stage.  I am ready to be done with the baby-making, baby-nourishing, baby-wearing.  My body has not been MY body for a LONG time and I am ready to have MY body back. 

I am ready to lose the baby weight for GOOD!

Last week I only had one pair of pants that fit as the rest were too BIG!  Yay!  So I stopped at the store to find some new pants.  I tried on a pair and while they fit okay and looked good I wondered if I might be able to fit in the next size down.  Sure enough they fit, perfectly.  So exciting!!

Then for fun I thought I would try on a pair of skinny jeans.  I have said I would never wear skinny jeans.  I just didn't think I could ever look good in them.  But I was feeling brave (and thin) so I tried them on.  You know what?  I felt good in them.  I looked and felt thin.  I felt confident.  So I bought them.

I went home and put on the first pair of pants that I had purchased.  I was feeling good.  Thin and attractive.  I was looking forward to what Mr. Hopeful might say about how "good I looked" when he got home.

He said NOTHING

I was disappointed, yet still felt good about myself.  I will note that my mother-in-law and sisters-in-law all commented on how thin and cute I looked.

The next day I pulled out my new skinny jeans.  One sister-in-law (Lisa) commented on how cute and slimming they were, but no one else said a thing.  And that was alright because I felt good.  I felt confident in myself and how I looked.

We (MIL and the SILs) spent the morning shopping.  It was fun.  Lisa (SIL) and I have similar tastes and we both noticed a pair of colored skinny jeans that we thought would be fun to try on.  She tried them on and loved them so she sent a picture to her husband.  She put the pants in the cart and waited for his response.  Eventually he called and said "NO."  He didn't like skinny jeans.   She said, "If he would have said he liked them I would have bought them."  So she put them back. 

We went to another store (the store where I had purchased my skinny jeans) and MIL and another SIL decided to try on the same skinny jeans that I was wearing.  They both commented on how comfortable they were (they are SO comfortable) and how much they liked them.  MIL said she would purchase them and then ask FIL what he thought and bring them back if he didn't like them. SIL texted a picture to her husband and waited for his response.  He said "No.  They look uncomfortable."  So she put them back.

I could see how disappointed SIL was.  She really liked how comfortable the pants were.  She liked how she looked in them.

After seeing two SILs put pants that THEY liked back on the shelf because their HUSBAND didn't like the pants and MIL willing to bring them back if FIL didn't like them I decided to say something.

I said "I am to the point where I don't care if Mr. Hopeful does or does NOT like how I look.  I feel good.  I like the way I look and that is what matters.  I am comfortable in these pants.  I know it might sound harsh, but I am not going to let what he does or does not like rule my decisions." 

I also wanted to say, "I know that Mr. Hopeful has looked at and fantasized about other women wearing skinny jeans. He has NO place to say if I should or should not wear these pants or anything else."  But they don't know about his addiction.  So I kept those thoughts to myself. 

Although I did say to Lisa, "I was excited for him to see me in the pants I was wearing yesterday and you know what, he didn't say a thing.  He didn't notice.  I can't base how I feel about myself on whether or not he notices me and how I look.  If I feel good about myself and if I feel that I look good, then that has to be good enough for me."

Mr. Hopeful didn't comment on the skinny jeans until Lisa had me stand up to show her husband (brother-in-law) and BIL said that he liked them.  Only then did Mr. Hopeful say something. 

It hurts that he doesn't notice.  It hurts a lot!  However, I can't let that determine how I feel about myself.  Slowly, I am beginning to like how I look regardless of what he thinks--despite how much it hurts.  I am beginning to like me.  Because I am coming to know I am of worth.  I am MORE than what he (or anyone else) thinks or doesn't think of me.  I am MORE than what I think of myself.  The Lord didn't create anything that isn't beautiful.  I am beautiful in His eyes and that is what matters. (I need to repeat this to myself over and over because many days all I can see are my perceived physical flaws--pink skin, small chest, etc).

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Triggers, boundaries, and FEAR with a side of trust

This week has been triggering for me in a big way. 

To be fair, most weeks are, but this week has been different.  It hasn't been the females out in public or the ads that are plastered everywhere that have triggered me.  Surprisingly, the last week has been pretty good in regards to those kind of triggers.

The triggers I am struggling with run deeper than just a pretty face or a provocatively posed body on a magazine cover.  These things have brought some deep-rooted FEARS bubbling to the surface.  Fears I am not sure I had completely recognized or understood. 

There has been so much discussion of boundaries and women having to enforce their personal boundaries after finding out about their husband's continued porn use.  The Addo homework on boundaries has also been cause for trigger as well.  I was confused by their ideas of non-negotiables and how these go against my own personal feelings regarding my husbands recovery and boundaries. (If that makes any sense) 

Also, the way they compared the addict to a child and how we set boundaries for our children.  It just didn't sit right.  Does my husband act like a child at times?  Yes.  Do I, also, act like a child a times?  Unfortunately, yes.  This does not mean that I should treat him like a child.  I am not his parent.  I can't force him, with or without boundaries, to do anything and that was kind of the feeling I got from the homework. 

The thought of boundaries triggers HUGE feelings of fear in me.  That is probably why I have been struggling to come up with any real solid boundaries. 
*Fear that my boundaries will cause my husband to leave. 
*Fear that if necessary I won't have the strength to enforce my boundaries. 
*Fear that my boundaries are too lax or too rigid.
*Fear that my motives for my boundaries are wrong (trying to manipulate Mr. Hopeful rather than being about what I need to feel safe in our relationship).
*Fear that I am making the boundaries rather than listening to the direction the Lord is giving me in regards to boundaries.
*Fear that I don't know what it is that I need enough to feel safe to even come up with boundaries.
Fear. Fear. Fear!

It is all so confusing and overwhelming. 

I wish that I didn't have to have boundaries.  I wish that I could trust that Mr. Hopeful would never indulge in his addiction ever again.  I hope for this, but right now I can't trust it.  I can't trust him and, unfortunately, I don't feel that I can trust MYSELF or my feelings.

One wife shared that she asked her husband to leave this past weekend because she found out that despite displaying actions of recovery--attending meetings, nightly check-ins with her, sharing things learned in recovery--her husband had been acting out daily on his addiction.  It was only after she asked a question that he felt he needed to tell her that yes, he had been acting out while "pretending" to be in recovery.

Reading their story brought a sense of panic and fear.  My initial thoughts were, my husband is doing all the things she mentioned, is HE acting out just like her husband was?  Is he "pretending" recovery to throw off suspicion as he indulges in his addiction?  I have no way to prove if he is or not.  Any access he has to a computer is at work and I have NO way to check that.  He doesn't have a smart phone or other handheld device (thankfully) so I that is a non-issue. 

What did I do with these fears? 

I didn't obsess.  I didn't accuse my husband of acting out.  I turned to the only ONE I can trust.  I turned to my Father in Heaven.  I poured out my fears, my worries, my doubts to him.  I was enveloped in sense of peace.  The fears and doubts were taken away. 

Later I spoke to my husband.  I told him about the wives that have asked their husbands to leave and the reasons why.   I shared with him my initial fears and doubts that HE, too, might be trying to pull the wool over my eyes.  I told him of my struggles in regards to boundaries.  He listened and validated all of my fears, doubts, and concerns.

Then he gently held my hand and lovingly said, "I am in recovery.  I am changing.  The Lord is changing me."  And you know what, I believe him.  I felt a warm, loving embrace from the spirit as Mr. Hopeful said those words.  He IS being changed.  

While I can't necessarily trust my husband's words or even his actions at times, as well as my own thoughts or feelings.  I CAN trust the truths that are spoken to me through the spirit.  That is enough for me. 

It has to be enough.

Friday, May 17, 2013

Scriptural ramblings

This morning as I was reading in Alma 17, I came across several verses that really resonated with me.
3 ". . .they had given themselves to much prayer, and afasting; therefore they had the spirit of prophecy, and the spirit of revelation, and when they taught, they taught with bpower and authority of God."
  ". . . for they had many afflictions; they did suffer much, both in body and in mind, . . . and also much alabor in the spirit."
 9 ". . . and they fasted much and aprayed much that the Lord would grant unto them a portion of his Spirit to go with them, and abide with them, . . ."
 10 "And it came to pass that the Lord did avisit them with his bSpirit, and said unto them: Be ccomforted.  And they were comforted."
11 "And the Lord said unto them also: . . . yet ye shall be apatient in long-suffering and afflictions, that ye may show forth good bexamples . . . and I will make an instrument of thee in my hands unto the salvation of many souls."
 29 ". . . I will show forth my power . . . or the power which is in me. . ."
Despite witnessing an angel of the Lord, they still had struggles.  They weren't given a free pass from trials and afflictions because they repented and devoted their lives to preaching the gospel to the Lamanites.  Just they opposite.  It says they "suffered much".  Physically, mentally, and even spiritually.

I was also reminded of Amulek, when it said Alma "took him [Amulek] to his own house, and did administer unto him in his tribulations, and strengthened him in the Lord."  I also though of Joseph Smith.  He suffered so many trials and tribulations despite being the man chosen to help restore the Lord's church back on the earth. 

If these great men struggled why shouldn't I need to endure trials?  It is humbling to realize just how much these trials are a part of the plan and that I knew this before I chose to come to earth and receive a body.  I was excited and anxiously awaited my turn.  I rejoiced in the Savior's plan.  In a blessing I was told that I had faith in Him then, and that as I involve myself in His program my faith in Him will continue to increase. 

It says twice in this chapter that they [the sons of Mosiah] "fasted much and prayed much" that they might have "his Spirit to go with them".  Then it says the Lord said to them "be comforted" and they were. 

The last few weeks I have had a strong impression that I need to be fasting more often than just fast Sunday.  That I need to fast for specific help regarding the temptations I have in regards to my co-dependency as well as help with healing from the trauma that I am struggling to overcome.  If the sons of Mosiah had to "pray and fast much" why shouldn't I?  My hope is that by fasting with real intent more that I might be able to have "his spirit to go with me". 

As well as fasting I need to be better at praying throughout the day.  Sharing my feelings with the Lord in the moment rather than trying to deal with them on my own.  The more I acknowledge the emotions I am feeling and turn them over to the Lord the less I will have the desire to unleash on an unsuspecting Mr. Hopeful.

I believe as I am (as we all are) "patient in long-suffering and afflictions" that He will be able to "make me an instrument in his hands unto the salvation of many souls."  We are pioneers.  The WoPA's and the addicts.  We are ALL pioneers in this fight.   I believe as we work our recoveries and learn more about what it is we are dealing with we will be able to help other addicts and spouses alike, understand what it is they are dealing with, and how and WHERE to find help.

This trial stinks.  It hurts SO badly.  There are so many days where I don't think I can make it through the moment, let alone the entire day.  So many days where I feel like throwing up my arms and saying "I QUIT!  This is NOT what I signed on for.  I am DONE with all of it."  But I don't.  I am trying to see the blessings in it, although I readily admit that some days I fail miserably.   I do know, though, that I am not doing this alone.  I can't do it alone.

I loved verse 29 when Ammon says that he will "show forth my power, or the power which is in me".  The power for me to have the patience needed to endure this trial, to be changed, to forgive is not my own.  It is the power, GRACE, given to me by the Lord.  It is the Atonement at work in my life.  This is the only place that I (and Mr. Hopeful) can ever hope to find true, lasting recovery. 

I do not have power enough on my own to do ANYTHING.  But with Him, with my Savior, I can do EVERYTHING.