Whether it’s
been through abuse or disorder, I learned to fear.
Child development experts state that newborns have only two fears: loud noises and falling. Babies' brains and nerves grow rapidly in the first two years of life, but they are born with very immature nervous systems. This means that they cannot interpret or handle certain sensory input -- like loud noises or the feeling of falling.
So, that means, all other fears are learned.
That’s certainly been my experience. Growing up with an abusive dad, there was always this “or else” undercurrent of dread. My life experiences with conditional love further sealed the deal to the performance-based nature to both love and life:
“I desperately wanted my dad to
notice me. I learned very quickly that one surefire way to do that was by
winning awards. When I won something, I wasn’t completely worthless or useless.
I was productive; I was ‘earning my keep.’ I set impossible standards for
myself. Try as I might with award after award, I’d eventually disappoint
everyone, including myself, proving that I wasn’t worth anything after all.
My perfect attendance record in
school is an excellent example. For three years in a row, I did not missed one
day of school, knowing that I would win a perfect attendance certificate,
tangible proof on paper that I was worthwhile. It became a standard I had to
maintain because my dad seemed pleased in my performance. Of course, he never
said that he was proud of me, but he did lay off the criticisms briefly. So for
the next few years, I went to school with colds, sore throats and influenza. I
remember going to school once with a temperature of over 101, sitting at my
desk, on the verge of throwing up, yet only thinking of that certificate.
When I reached junior high, I became
so sick once I had to stay home. I felt defeated and anxious. My dad, who had
never really been sick with so much as a cold, was unsympathetic to my
condition. With each passing day I stayed home from school, the tension
mounted. Three days at home, according to my dad, was enough. He became upset
at my mom for being ‘such a terrible mother.’ After three days home, he had
enough. He decided he would take me into school to make sure I got there.
On the way to school, he was fuming
and I was scared to death, but my fourteen-year-old mind wanted to know
something. We’d never had any father/daughter talks about anything, much less
about the existence of a loving relationship, but I got up the nerve to ask
him, ‘Do you still love me?’ His answer? ‘If you do this again, I won’t.’
His answer proved it. It was my
fault. I had to prove myself in order to be loved. I wasn’t the cute, good
little daughter he should have had. If I could just look right and act right,
he’d love me. All I have to do, I decided, is be perfect. That’s all.”
(Excerpt taken from “Thin Enough: My
Spiritual Journey Through the Living Death Of An eating Disorder”)
In the years
since my abusive childhood, it’s been an ongoing relearning process concerning
love, God and self-acceptance. A big part of that process involves the
revelation that my dad’s response is not
God’s.
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, nor are your ways my
ways, says the Lord. For as the
heavens are higher than the earth, so are My ways higher than your ways, and My
thoughts than your thoughts.”
Isaiah 55:8-9
Furthermore,
life’s response- from anyone at all- likewise, is not necessarily representing
God’s perspective.
“I have chosen you and have not cast you away.”
Isaiah 41:9
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the
Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.”
Jeremiah 29:11
God loves
unconditionally and His love has no conditional, fear-based tones to it.
“There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear:
because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love. We love
him, because he first loved us.”
1 John 4:18-19
“Fear thou not; for I
am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I
will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my
righteousness.
Isaiah 41:10
So, that
means I need to challenge those fear-driven thoughts and look at where they are
coming from.
Bottom line:
God is neither abusive nor disordered; He is love. Period.
“Since you were precious in my sight… I have loved you…”
Isaiah 43:4
“The LORD hath appeared of old unto
me, saying, ‘Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with
lovingkindness have I drawn thee.’”
Jeremiah
31:3
And that’s
now what our focus needs to be, regardless of negative experiences like abuse,
addiction and disorder. We need to override our past experience with Who God
is. It is that ongoing process which makes all the difference.
Copyright © 2018 by Sheryle Cruse
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