A week before I had my "break down" and saw my doctor for help with my postpartum depression, I went to a ladies retreat put on by my church. I was looking forward to spiritual renewal and fellowship with my sisters in Christ. I had been struggling since the birth of my son 8 months earlier. My life felt like it had fallen apart and the pieces fell to the bottom of a dark pit.
I had my 8 month old son with me, as I was breastfeeding and would be gone a couple of days. I started out apprehensive because my baby hated car trips, and he’d want to nurse often. I drove several hours to the ranch where the retreat was being held. The drive was invigorating. I usually don't drive on longer trips by myself. It felt liberating. It was a sunny day, and I had good music playing in the car. It was a nice trip, although baby voiced his displeasure for most of the drive.
The main speaker was a woman who had been serving with her husband in the ministry for 30 some years. I looked forward to hearing her words of wisdom.
My high spirits and expectations came crashing down in one of her morning sessions.
I think this is what drove me to the edge. She told a story about a woman with a couple of small children that she paid a visit to. This visit was around dinnertime, and the speaker was bewildered that the young mother wasn’t busy preparing a meal for her husband. The husband came home from work, and the wife said, “let’s get pizza.” Well, the speaker said that was inexcusable. She said that a wife should have a hot meal on the table for her husband, a clean house, and clean children. She went on to say that a woman “should get ready” for her husband by changing clothes and fixing her hair. A wife should never wear sweats around her husband or look unkempt & frazzled. The children should be bathed and have their toys put away. A wife shouldn’t burden her husband with all the mundane trials if her day. Now I had not seen this 1950’s Good Wife article until a couple of days ago. When I saw this I realized it was almost verbatim of the lesson she taught strewn about with some Bible verses.
A sermon like that, I guess, is supposed to motivate, but it just made me more depressed by pointing out my shortcomings. There was no way physically or mentally that I could keep up with even part of that list. I really didn’t need that on top of every thing else that had been going on. Normally I can glean the meat and take the rest with a grain of salt. This time it was hard. All of my shortcomings were rolled up into a ball (more like a bowling ball) and thrown on my head.
I did not let this shake my faith in God. I realized that God knew what I was going through. I know that this woman had no idea what I was going through, and I shouldn’t take it personally. I needed to get direction and comfort directly from the scriptures, not from man. The most important thing is to have a personal relationship with Christ.
"The righteous cry, and the Lord heareth, and delivereth them out of all their troubles. The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit. Many are the afflictions of the righteous; but the Lord delivereth him out of them all." Psalm 34:1-19
(P.S. Check out a revised Good Wife list here http://lifeofayoungwife.blogspot.com/2007/11/actual-1955-good-housekeeping-article.html )
1 comments:
Wow, what an experience - I cannot imagine being hit with such words at such a hard time. I love how you went right back to Scripture and relied upon that...what a great testimony. Thank you for sharing this!
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