One Day You Will Be Glad for the Pain

Finding Beauty in the Dark Places

 By: White Dove

I remember the day my husband abandoned me alongside the road in a desert, and it felt like a grenade had exploded in my abdomen. The pain cut from my neck to my belly, both physically and emotionally, ripping my gut wide open, even taking my voice away.

I won't go into the details here, as I've already written chapters about those days:

I was homeless, so ​I lived in a field, bathed in a hot mineral pool, and worked for one hotel owner after another who exploited me. People were friendly and wanted to help, but several had ulterior motives.

I set up camp in a broken down Winnebago a local man gave me to use for two months. In exchange, I fixed it, cleaned it, and made it liveable. Then, he asked for it back, so I moved.

Every 2-4 months God used diverse people and different opportunities, always at the last minute and in the least expected way.

It was scary. It was hard. It was dangerous. I don't recommend it, but I am grateful for those experiences. I discovered beauty there, too, like the hawk circling the rainbow over the mountain near my camper in the photo up above. Like other homeless people, who became friends.

The photos below are of my "home" along the river. No running water, no toilet, but I hooked up to satellite Internet and a long cord brought me electricity.

  

   

It wasn't safe. There were predators all around me. Christian leaders saw my vulnerability and two attempted to lure me into traps with the promise of housing and a job. I trusted them, thinking it was God preserving His daughter's life, but as I said, some had ulterior motives. One employer, also a pastor, sent me a note saying, "Will you be my spiritual wife?" He was married. I left. But it further weakened me.

My world fell apart. Everything seemed upside down. There was no safe place, not even in church. 

A Lakota family hooked up my camper, adopted me into their family, and set me up with a place to live, on their ranch. My online pastor who lived several states away shunned me, for four months, just for praying with the Lakota people.

He said, "It's pure witchcraft!" But I only sensed real love. They kept telling me, "It's going to be all right." They were genuine. They didn't exploit me, they didn't judge me, they just loved, laughed, and lavished me with good humor. Some of them were ex-Navy Seals and understood the psychological effects of being in a war zone.

Sociopathic abuse is a war zone. Stockholm Syndrome, gaslighting, smear campaigns, death threats, nightly interrogations… I experienced all of that, and more.

That episode of my life story began in 2011 and it's now 7 years later. I'm in the same town, having left for 3 years and now returned to face my fears and make some different choices – choices to see Love and Beauty, even in the face of exploitation and abuse. There's one thing that is beginning to change…

I lost my fear of losing everything. I lost my fear of being homeless. And somehow, having lost those root fears, the rest of my fears are loosening, too. Not gone, but loosening.

I learned a few things, and I'm still discovering more…

  • Your greatest fear is the very doorway to your greatest deposit of Love. The provision is already there for you to thrive. You have it within you to rise up.
  • The trials in your life have been carefully designed to give you what you need. Your trials turn into provision
  • Your greatest ally is your spirit – your inner being – your true self. Most of us are our own worst enemies. Self-doubt, self-hatred, self-punishment… we criticize ourselves mercilessly. We kill our own souls, one negative word at a time.
  • We must learn to love ourselves to life, because until we do, no one else's love will ever be enough.

​I know this short article probably isn't enough to give assurance that you're going to make it, that you'll be all right.

I know you need human hands, a hug, and someone to really see you and hear your heart. You need a secure place to live. You need NORMAL!

Why doesn't God just lift us up out of our difficulties, I have often wondered. When we cry out for relief, why is He silent? Where is He when we most need love? Why does He allow the pain, the danger, and the darkness to gain such control over our lives… well, perhaps the pain is a gift in disguise…

Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self. — Kahlil Gibran 

I don't know the whole answer, but I have learned that He is the kindest person I've ever met. He's teaching me to create beauty out of chaos.

I'll be honest with you, today has been hard. I've listened to several people bare their war-torn souls. One of my dearest friends was cruelly attacked over the weekend. Another dear friend just died suddenly.

When you're hurting, all the rational answers and solutions don't mean much. You just want your world to stop shaking.

The emotional tsunami is relentless. One wave after another – shock waves. That's how it feels… like these waves of deep grief keep washing over you. 

But there is a way out. We can choose love. We can choose life. We can worship in the warfare. We can praise all through the dark night. We can dance with Him under the moon. These aren't just words; I lived it.

All I know is that we're not so much escaping our abusers, as we are rising up to live an ascended life. It's not pain that is the enemy; in fact, pain can be a gift.

Crossing over from hell-on-earth to heaven-on-earth takes a passion to keep climbing the narrow path, to not quit, to not complain. For when you see His face, and His gaze pierces yours, and He says, "Are you afraid? Do you want to turn back?" you suddenly realize you are not alone. 

Sufferings are to spiritual maturity as the chisel is to sculpture. — Anonymous

There is no coming to consciousness without pain. — Carl Jung 

Today as I listen to stories of friends who are bent over, beneath the waves of shock and trauma, a relentless assault on their brains, hearts, and nerves, I pray:

"Abba, your Name is Holy. Let your Kingdom come, let Your will be done, here on earth as it is in Heaven. Give us what we need today. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For Yours is the Kingdom, the power, and the glory – forever and ever. Please give my friend all that she needs." And I pray the same for my enemies.

 

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With all my love,

White Dove

White Dove

Hi, I'm White Dove. Yes, it's my pen name, and it was given to me by a blind man who shyly whispered it to me in a Divine encounter. Yes, it's my real picture… just an ordinary selfie.

I live with my family in the mountains, surrounded by ancient forests, pure streams, and mighty rivers… but I also travel quite a bit.

My kingdom career is a Heart Scribe. I love to write from God's heart and have been recording His living Word for the past three decades. It's brought me so much beauty, joy, peace, and happiness!

I love to inspire trauma survivors to write their life stories, unearthing the treasures of their past and sowing them into the future. We dip our pens in blood and write the pain away… as God has shown me how to do, in the company of supportive friends and family. We are writing ourselves into a better world, beginning with discovering our own original design recorded in the DNA of our soul, and it's the most exciting place to be!

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Joyce Lagana August 27, 2014 at 8:05 am

I agree with Linda — and you!  There is a place we come to in our relationship with the Lord that seems to separate us from our circumstances, and as things crash around us we can raise our voices in praise for we know the One who holds the future — it is well with our souls!

I look at the pictures of your home by the river and I see peace.  Even in the midst of your storm you made a home, a place all your own.  What an amazing woman you are!

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Susan Schiller August 27, 2014 at 9:47 am

It is well with our souls, and your stories cause me to see that Truth lived out in you, Joyce! We are living in the most interesting – and exciting – times, aren’t we?

Thank you for validating and affirming me, over and over, dear Joyce 🙂

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Linda August 26, 2014 at 10:46 pm

As horrible, truly horrible, our circumstances can be, somehow, the miracle happens.  There is a place in our soul that is God's alone, and no one can take that from us.  It is well with my soul…

http://youtu.be/5uGXeJMB9Go

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Susan Schiller August 27, 2014 at 5:39 am

What a beautiful hymn, Linda, I’m so glad you posted it here! It’s one of my alltime favorites!

Some people have had so much abuse, since the womb, that they have no stability whatsoever… Others have built in resilience, even in the face of identical circumstances. Like you said, “somehow the miracles happens” and that’s what it truly is, miraculous!

I’ve been thinking of you oh so much, Linda!

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Linda August 28, 2014 at 9:24 pm

And I think of you too, Sue, nearly every day!  I see a red Cardinal and his Mrs. as I walk through the woods, and I think, Sue would enjoy this like I do.

Who can know the mind of the Lord, or who has been His counselor?  His ways past understanding, yet He knows of these people you talk about… "abused from (and even IN) the womb."

I ministered to a woman on death row in prison once.  As a child, to keep her quiet, she was given beer in her baby bottle, then abused beyond comprehension, even by the very pastor who was her counselor!  Is it any wonder that murder was her response?

BUT GOD!

By the time I met her, she was a believer, with a very peaceful demeanor.  Kind, gentle, compassionate towards others.  G___ I will not forget her, nor will I understand (until I reach heaven) God's ways in her life.

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Susan Schiller August 29, 2014 at 3:12 am

What a life changing moment to meet such a daughter of the King! Who can understand such a thing as the beautiful of a soul so war-torn and scarred but made astonishingly beautiful in the process. Only God can do such beautiful work in a human soul.

And yes, I would be right there with you, in awe of seeing two cardinals! One day we’ll have that nature walk and the ability to talk in person once again. I hope soon! 🙂

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Linda August 30, 2014 at 9:55 pm

Nice to chat with you Joyce and Sue.

I hope that you will listen to the youtube when you have time.  It is actually a new or revised song from Bethel Church by Kristene Dimarco.  It's called "It is Well With Me."

"The waves and wind still know His name…"

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Susan Schiller August 31, 2014 at 12:56 pm

"The wind and waves still know his name…"

Yes, yes, yes… I've really been challenged to walk on water in the past few months. Your "Stand and Prevail" word goes with this, too, Linda….

It is well with my soul… I really needed this today, especially – thank you, dear friend!

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