Revolution of Love

Revolution of Love

Do small things with great love.

{pretty, happy, funny, real} – vol 33: The Instagram Version

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I feel like I have hardly posted on the blog lately and I missed last week’s {p, h, f, r} so this one is going to be extra long! For those of you that follow me on Instagram, you have already seen these photos but I’ll post them anyway for those who don’t.
By the way, if you don’t have a smartphone (I break into hives just thinking about it) and you want to follow people on Instagram, you can see their photos online at web.stagram.com. Here is the link for my page: http://web.stagram.com/n/mamabee04/ I’ll put a link in the side bar.

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If you are ever visiting the central coast of Cali, make sure that you visit Pacific Grove, particularly Lover’s Point. Along the Monterey Bay Trail you’ll find views of the ocean like this.

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You’ll also find these gorgeous patches of color as the flowers bloom.

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If you are afraid of the California earthquakes and tsunamis that may result, don’t worry. There are directions posted.

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This photo makes me incredibly happy. I love the way Andrew takes his “big brother” role seriously and looks out for John-Paul.

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This little guy just makes me happy. Period. (Well, when he’s not driving me nuts.)

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Matthew has a new way to relax now. He loves to climb into my laundry basket and make himself comfortable. His favorite days are when I take warm towels out of the dryer. He literally rests his head on them and sighs.

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Here he is nice and contented now.

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Soon, Andrew wanted to join in on the fun. (Good thing JP didn’t see or they’d really be squished in there.)

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Last week I mentioned that Bella’s fish Francis died. Over the weekend she picked out a new fish. Meet “Spike.”

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Andrew wanted his own pet too so he picked out a fish as well. He loves the color blue and immediately chose this guy since he looked so blue in his little cup, although when you view him in bright light he looks completely different. it’s the craziest thing. Meet “Rocky.”

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Rocky in low light.




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Rocky in bright light.


We found this great tank that could house two Bettas. I loved it since I’d only have to clean one tank. That is, I loved it until we put the fish together!

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The fish lived up to their names and they kept fighting with each other through the barrier. I was getting flashbacks of “West Side Story” as the rival gangs would take a swipe at each other then dance around. Finally Rocky managed to squeeze himself though a small crevice and invaded Spike’s turf. So much for the Rodney King motto “Can’t we all just get along?” It was back to the pet store so the hotheads could each have their own tank. (Yay, more clean up for me.)

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Okay, I still have all the photos from our walk on Memorial Day so I am going to post those as a separate post so this won’t be ridiculously long. You can view those photos here.


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7 Quick Takes (5/25/12): Lice, A Pet Dies & Putting Life in Perspective

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Hosted by Jen at Conversion Diary.

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Lice Patrol – It has been a crazy, busy week here and a certain event made it even crazier. That is why I haven’t posted anything for days. I was going to skip today as well but I seriously need a little break to just relax and write. The first item of news is that we’ve been bitten by the lice bug. Just typing that is grossing me out and making my head itch.
On Wednesday evening we got an email from our school saying that we may have been exposed to someone with lice, so check our kids. I checked Bella and she had some white flakes in her hair and I thought perhaps it was just a bit of dandruff or dried hair product. I told her to take her shower and wash her hair then I’ll recheck. Meanwhile, I go online and look up more info on exactly what lice and nits look like. Then I hear Bella call me from the bathroom. She said her hair was itching and when she scratched she found this thing in her hair. There it was. The tiny, sesame seed sized lice. Nooooo!!!!! I then check the boys. Andrew and John-Paul are infected too. An even bigger Noooooooooooooo!!!!

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I Can Do This – I sigh. Then I freak out. Then I calmly told myself, “Okay, I can handle this. It’s not the end of the world.” I texted Brian, who was at a late meeting, and asked him to stop at the store and buy some lice treatment when he was done. In the meantime, I thought about how I needed to wash all the sheets and bedding. As God’s providence may have it, the night before we had one kid with a bloody nose that soiled the sheets and two kids with potty accidents (including in my bed) so I had already stripped everyone’s beds and washed all the sheets and blankets, including my own. (I was never so happy someone peed in my bed!)

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The Battle Begins – Finally, Brian came back from his meeting by 7:30 PM with the stuff I needed. I started with the boys. By 11:00 PM I had them treated, bathed and put to bed. Bella said she was still wide awake and it wasn’t too late to start her treatment. Brian went to bed and at 11:30 PM Bella and I started the countdown. Four stinkin hours later, we were finally done. (I think we watched the whole second season of Good Luck, Charlie.) I dragged myself to bed at 4:00 AM and was able to sleep 2 hours and 50 minutes until the Matthew was jumping on my head, ready for breakfast. Yep, it was going to be a loooooong day.

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I’ve Still Got the Heebie-Jeebies – Two days later, things are looking much better. I am still washing the last of random throw pillows and stuffed animals and checking the kids’ heads obsessively but it seems like we are nearing the end. Although, all this lice stuff has me paranoid. If I see the kids scratching, I run over to check their heads. I ask Brian over and over to look through my hair and make sure nothing is there because I could swear I feel little critters running around my scalp. He checks and finds nothing. It doesn’t help that I’m a bit of a hypochondriac and I think it is rubbing off on the kids because they’ll run over to me saying, “My head itches here, Mama!” I inspect and double check until I find a bit of dry scalp. We then cheer and do a happy dance in honor of finding a speck of dandruff and not a bug.

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Good bye, Dear Francis – All this lice drama overshadowed another sad event that took place earlier this week. We lost Bella’s pet fish Francis. I knew his end was near because his coloring was changing and he wasn’t eating well. After I told Bella and she had her cry, she told me that a weird thing happened. When she had her first fish Blueberry, she had a dream that she died. The next day, she did die. Earlier this week, she had a dream that Francis died. The next day, he did die. Creepy. I told her that if she has a dream that I die, do not tell me. On second thought, do tell me so I can say my goodbyes.

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Putting Life in Perspective – This morning I was thinking about the crazy week we had and the inconveniences we were going through. The Holy Spirit kept whispering that word in my heart. “Inconveniences.” That’s all this really is. In the grand scheme of things, at worse it is a bit of a hassle. At best it is a funny blog post and a lesson learned. Then I couldn’t stop thinking about a local mom that used to have her daughter in the kids’ preschool. Her daughter is now 8 and she has a baby boy who is 1 ½. This mom was just diagnosed with extremely advanced colon cancer and only given a couple weeks to live, perhaps longer with treatment. I couldn’t believe it. My heart breaks for her and her family. All my little trials are nothing… nothing… compared to the cross this mom is carrying.

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Join in Prayer – So join me and the next time you are about to lose it or complain about something, stop and thank God that you have such a little cross to carry in comparison to others. And please say a prayer for Kimberly and her family. Although I haven’t met this mom personally (my friends know her) I feel like I need to do something for her. I’ll see if I can cook a meal for the family or something but I know I can at least pray. I thought I could send her a spiritual bouquet of prayers. If you’d like to add your prayers for this fellow mom, just leave a comment or email me at rol@revolutionoflove.com by May 31and I’ll make up a card for her and send it.
That’s it for today. Have a wonderful weekend!!

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{pretty, happy, funny, real} – vol 32: Mother’s Day Edition

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My mother’s day flowers. I love them! (Brian finally figured out that I am not a “pink flowers” kind of girl.)




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Bella gave me a flower and a flower pot that she decorated herself. She painted a picture of her fish Francis. 🙂



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Mama and her little man.



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32c.JPGI had to laugh at the answers Andrew gave about me. According to him I am 13 years old (I love how that age is “old” to him.) I am prettiest when I sleep. (LOL) I like to make cookies. I always say I love you. (Awww.) And I am funniest when I go to sleep. I asked him why I was funny…did I snore or talk in my sleep? He said it is because on Saturday morning he woke up and Brian said he had to be quiet since I was still asleep. He said I was silly because daytime was for being awake, not sleeping. Hence my funniness. 🙂

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32d.jpgOn special occasions Brian will get “real” donuts. For years I have been looking for the kind I used to love as a kid – chocolate cake donuts with nuts on top. He had never seen those. Finally on Mother’s day we found one! I savored the moment and the memory. (You may notice at the top left side there is a piece missing from the bite I couldn’t resist taking, but I tried to hide it in the photo. LOL.)


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Book Discussion: Style, Sex, and Substance – (Chpt. 4 – Part 1: Sex & the Single Life)

I started this post on Wednesday but I didn’t get to finish it until today. Sorry for the delay!

For the next few weeks I’ll be doing a book study of Hallie Lord’s Style, Sex, and Substance: 10 Catholic Women Consider the Things that Really Matter .

Previous posts:

 

Book Discussion Part 4: Chapter 4 – Sex, Passion and Purity by Elizabeth Duffy

Since this chapter was about sex I am splitting it up in two sections. The first will be geared towards sex and the single female. Next week I’ll discuss the second half of the chapter which is geared towards sex and the married woman.

The Single Life – In some ways, my single life seems ages and ages ago. In other ways, I an still remember the struggles of being single and trying to live a chaste life. I grew up in a sheltered life and pretty much stayed out of trouble in grade school and high school. I went to Catholic schools and homeschooled a couple years in high school. However, in my early 20’s I drifted away from the church and God.

I still attended Mass to keep my parents appeased, but I was not living the Catholic faith spiritually or morally. Like many others, I wrongly believed that as long as I wasn’t actually having intercourse I could do anything else and still be considered a virgin. Eventually this kind of life was destroying me interiorly. I hated myself and the double life I was leading. Yet, I was weary of “turning over a new leaf” because I knew that eventually I’d fall back into my old sinful ways. By the grace of God, my heart was changed and I gave my life back to Christ and repented of my sins. Jesus was able to restore my life and show me a love I had never really experienced before.
Elizabeth sums up my feelings when she says:

“Once I developed a relationship with Christ, I was amazed by the inherent dignity and worth I found in his true love. Christ listens to our arguments, but doesn’t fight back. He doesn’t lie, pressure, or humiliate us. Having a relationship with him doesn’t require any compromise with virtue. If there is a way to live chastely as a single woman — and there is — it’s through him.”


The Effect of Sin
– “When I did turn my life around and came back to God I broke away from the people and places that led me to sin but the damage was already done. I struggled for a long, long time with being chaste and not falling into sin again.”
Elizabeth felt the same way:

“And yet, I still struggled with chastity. I knew sex before marriage was wrong, but I didn’t know what was considered appropriate physical contact. Many of us grew up thinking that anything goes, as long as you don’t have sex. But if anything goes, sex often follows. ‘How far is too far?'”

Elizabeth gave some great advice about setting boundaries while you are dating. I, too, had to eventually work through this and relearn what sex and chastity were all about. A few years back I wrote two articles for our website in regards to chastity. I reread them today and I still feel the same way so I posted them to the blog.

Chastity Part I – Living Chastely and Loving It (This was a synopsis of living chastely, no matter what your vocation of season in life.)

Chastity Part II: What If the Spirit Is Willing But the Flesh Is Weak? (This is practical advice that helped me with my struggles to be chaste.)

When You Find “The One” – I remember after my engagement, my mom talked with me and told me that now that we were engaged the temptation for Brian and me to be more intimate will be even stronger. I didn’t believe it would be any worse than it already was but later I found out, she was right! We made mistakes but thankfully, by the grace of God, (and I think my mom’s prayers!) we were able to wait to fully share our love on our honeymoon.
Elizabeth was able to do the same:

“We met for Mass after work. In the evenings, if the smooching got too hot and heavy, we’d stop to say the Rosary. Anything beyond kissing was a danger zone for us. We put a strategic plan in place to help us avoid sex before our wedding. Both of us had a gut feeling that God had chosen us, one for the other, and we wanted to honor his plan by staying faithful to his teaching.
Dating chastely, we were free to be at ease, to play, to be companions rather than lovers. We went for walks, made dinners, and hung out with our families. Our engagement was one of the happiest years of my life, and with the help of the sacraments our wedding night was the first time we were together.”


What If We Already Crossed the Line
– I remember getting an email one time from a girl who was engaged to be married but she and her fiancé were already sexually active. They came to realize that they were wrong and they wanted to stop but were having a hard time. I emailed her some advice and she gave me permission to post the email online (without her real name.) In it you’ll find advice that I think would be beneficial for those who have fallen and those who want to prevent falling. Here’s the ink.

RoL Q&A: I’m Engaged and Really Struggling with Chastity…

Suffering from Past Sexual Abuse – Although this topic wasn’t mentioned in Elizabeth’s chapter, it has been on my mind and it seems appropriate to mention it here. For those girls and women who have suffered sexual abuse the road to true sexual freedom is much more difficult. I have never suffered such a heavy cross myself but someone close to me has and I have seen the damage it had on her physical, mental and spiritual well being. However, I have also seen the amazing power of God’s grace and healing in her life. Our Lord helped my friend out of the pit of darkness and despair and healed her heart so she could love purely once again. There is nothing too dark that the blood of Jesus cannot heal. It won’t be easy but it is certainly possible to feel whole once again.

There is a new book out by Dawn Eden and although I have not read it yet I have heard excellent reviews. It is called My Peace I Give You: Healing Sexual Wounds with the Help of the Saints and in it she shows how the lives of the saints have given her hope and aided her journey of spiritual healing after childhood sexual abuse.

You can also read Jennifer Fulwiler’s recent interview with Dawn Eden. I posted it here.

That’s all for now but feel free to post your comments or email me at rol@revolutionoflove.com.

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NCR: Dawn Eden Discusses Healing From Sexual Abuse in New Book

Last month the National Catholic Register had a wonderful interview with Dawn Eden. It deeply touched my heart because although I have never suffered that kind of abuse someone very close to me did. She confided in me and I witnessed first hand her despair transform into God’s healing power. Since then my heart has a special place for others who have suffered such abuse. This is such an important topic instead of just giving the link I am reposting the interview here.

 Most Catholics are already familiar with the name Dawn Eden, the rock-journalist-turned-devout-Catholic who made a splash with her bestselling book The Thrill of the Chaste. Eden has gone on to be a highly sought-after speaker and writer, especially on the subjects of chastity and human sexuality. Eden holds a master’s degree in theology and currently lives in Washington, where she’s studying toward a doctorate.

Her new book, My Peace I Give You, delves into the subject of childhood sexual abuse. She recently spoke with Jennifer Fulwiler about woundedness, healing and — for the first time publicly — her personal experience with this subject.

Your last book, The Thrill of the Chaste, was also on the subject of sexuality. How did My Peace I Give You develop from that one?

With The Thrill of the Chaste, I went public about my experience of conversion of life — receiving Christian faith and, with it, the desire to forgo a worldly lifestyle in favor of practicing chastity. I wanted readers to see that the virtue of chastity is intrinsically connected with life in Christ and that life in Christ is always joyful. So, although the book was marketed as a kind of “how to” on waiting until marriage, I actually saw chastity as a kind of hook to help people discover Christian joy.

Once I started speaking about The Thrill of the Chaste, people started coming to me with their problems and asking for my advice. I noticed that those who were in the most agony as they tried to live out Church teachings on chastity were very often people who had suffered abuse, particularly childhood sexual abuse.

Why do you think that is? What is it about being a victim of abuse that could lead to difficulty with chastity and other aspects of having a healthy relationship with sexuality?

I think that people who were sinned against sexually are much more conscious of lustful thoughts — by which I don’t mean simple feelings of attraction, which are not sinful in themselves, but lustful fantasies and the like — because they knew where those thoughts lead. They know what it’s like to have someone see them as an object of use. They understand that their abuse didn’t begin with the abuser’s physical sin against them, but earlier, when the abuser began to conceive of them as an object for his or her own pleasure.

Is childhood sexual abuse an issue with which you have personal experience?

Yes. After I entered into full communion with the Catholic Church in 2006, a part of the spiritual growth process for me was coming to terms with my experience of childhood sexual abuse. When writing The Thrill of the Chaste, I consciously knew that I had had those experiences — they were not repressed memories — but I had not “written” them in my mind as abuse.

It’s a very common experience of abuse victims, particularly those who experienced childhood sexual abuse, to fail to mentally categorize what was done to them as “abuse.” For various reasons that I go into in My Peace I Give You, children tend to blame themselves for what was done to them, as a psychological safety mechanism at the time of abuse.

Did these experiences of abuse create obstacles for your ability to find and come to know God?

Yes, I would say that the abuse that I underwent in childhood really made it extraordinarily difficult for me to discover the love of God.

Each of us has an individual identity given to us by God, our Father. Ordinarily, the child first discovers his identity by being beloved by his own parents. Then, having learned what a father is, what a mother is, and what it is to be loved and protected and sustained by his parents, the child learns there is a Father in heaven who loves him. Though the child’s identity is not created by his father and mother, he discovers his identity as a child of God through them. Without the love and protection of a stable family, it becomes very hard — not at all impossible, but very hard — to find your identity as a beloved child of God.

To be clear, I am not saying I was an utterly unloved child. But protection is part of love, and I was not protected as I should have been.

How did your conversion change that?

Partly through the help of a Catholic therapist, but largely thanks to going deeper into the Catholic spiritual life, with the help of confessors and a spiritual director, I started to confront the effects of abuse within myself and bring all those experiences to Christ.

One thing that came out of that was the need to be able to locate my own experiences within the experiences of the Church.

I didn’t want to feel as if the things I had suffered were completely outside God’s providence. Because I’m now a member of the mystical body of Christ, everything I’ve suffered is also part of the sufferings of the body of Christ.

God didn’t positively will the evil that was done to me, but he permitted me to suffer it — for the same reason he permits any evil: because he could bring from it a greater good. I realized I couldn’t change the past — not even God can do that. But I could find meaning in my past sufferings now that my life had become “hidden with Christ in God,” as St. Paul says. The lives of the saints were tremendously helpful in this regard, because each saint magnifies a different aspect of Christ’s life and of his suffering.

Abuse victims are sometimes resistant to seeking healing because they fear that it will involve reliving traumatic memories. Is that a necessary step for finding peace in Christ?

It’s very important to distinguish between what are appropriate psychological methods of healing to be done under the care of a qualified mental-health professional and what are appropriate spiritual approaches to healing. For example, for victims of post-traumatic stress disorder, there is a type of psychotherapy whereby a person relives certain traumatic experiences. For some people, that can be therapeutic. However, if done outside of a controlled setting with a medically qualified practitioner, it can be dangerous.
Moreover, there is a theological problem with telling people that Christ can only heal you if you relive each memory. You can see this when you look at how he heals people in the Gospels. When Jesus healed the leper in Galilee, did he touch every single part of the leper’s body? Of course not. The leper said to him in faith, “If you will, you can make me clean.” Jesus simply stretched out his hand and touched him, saying, “I will; be clean.”

The message in the Gospels is that our wounds are cracks where Christ’s light can get in. When we open ourselves to his healing light, we can trust in faith that he’ll reach all those dark places. Whether or not I can consciously remember every single thing that was done to me, all those experiences contributed in some way to who I am today. So when I offer my whole self to Christ, and ask him to enter in, I am asking Christ’s precious blood to bleed into all my past. Carrying that image of the Precious Blood and the light of Christ entering into my entire life is much more beautiful than trying to force myself to review every single wound.

You make an interesting point when you say that you felt “impure” because of what had been done to you; you realize, now, that you were “impure,” but not because of what happened in your childhood, but because of misguided actions you took to deal with the trauma later in life. Do you think this is common for victims of abuse?

I think it’s extremely common. During my teenage years and young adulthood, not having yet come to terms with the abuse, I was engaged in a search for identity and seeking it in things that were not of God. And I kept digging myself in deeper, thinking I was going to find myself through all kinds of rebellion, including sexual rebellion. I desperately wanted to be loved, but was convinced I was only lovable for what I did for other people and not for who I was.

For me, being able to seek healing from the effects of the child sexual abuse tied in with learning how to stop acting from the pathology of the wounded child and to start acting from the health that Christ was offering me.

Before your conversion, you went to a top psychiatrist in New York City, yet he failed to diagnose your post-traumatic stress disorder. How did secular society’s views of human sexuality impact that misdiagnosis?

He was following an overwhelmingly common belief among psychiatric professionals, which states that self-actualization can come through sexual activity, regardless of whether that activity is within marriage or a relationship. So the things I was doing that I now realize were damaging he saw as signs of health. He didn’t realize that I was acting out of my sickness and not out of my wellness.

Do you think that secular culture’s confusion about sexuality also impacts the way mental-health professionals identify and diagnose cases of abuse?

Yes. From my own experience, I personally believe that the emergence of the divorce culture, which started back in the 1950s and exploded during the 1960s and ’70s, lowered the bar in terms of what psychologists thought was an acceptable environment for children.

Before then, it was understood that children should be insulated from having to witness certain kinds of sexual behavior that are de rigueur now. I’m thinking, for example, of the child of divorce who sees his mother bring home a new sex partner — a man the child has never seen before, who then spends the night in the mother’s bedroom. Even if the man is not abusive, it’s still psychologically unsettling for the child to see a stranger enter into Mom’s most private space and then show up at the breakfast table.

I realize single parents may not want to hear that, but it’s worth asking people who grew up in that kind of environment how it affected them. Certainly, when a child’s mother has a man stay over who is not the child’s father, the child is at greater risk of abuse, statistically speaking. In this respect, it’s important to note that childhood sexual abuse does not only include physical abuse. It also includes sex talk and sexual inappropriateness — intentionally causing the child to take in something that he or she is too young to process, like social nudity or films with sexual content.

In the book you recount a beautiful moment in which you read a line from G.K. Chesterton and wanted more than anything in the world to experience “the poetry of not being sick.” Have you found that?

Yes. In Christ I have found that poetry that I was seeking.

However, it is always important to emphasize that our life in Christ is a journey, one that is not completed until we, Lord willing, arrive face-to-face with God. In talking about “healing sexual wounds with the help of the saints,” I by no means intend to canonize myself. My journey is still at its beginning. But each of us, through our baptism, has been given a message to share to lead others to Christ. I hope that by telling my story as an adult victim of childhood sexual abuse I might point others to the love of Christ by sharing my own journey of going from darkness into light.

Jennifer posted a second part of the interview on her blog Conversion Diary. I am reposting it here:

For many of you, Dawn Eden needs no introduction. She’s a popular blogger, a former rock journalist, Catholic convert, and author of the bestselling book The Thrill of the Chaste. I recently had the honor of interviewing her for the National Catholic Register, where she spoke for the first time publicly about her own experience as a victim of childhood sexual abuse. When I talked with her for that interview, I was overwhelmed by the amount of wisdom Dawn has gained on the subjects of healing and forgiveness. It was immediately clear that there was far more material here than could be contained in one interview.

So I wanted to share with you an informal Part II to our interview, in which Dawn speaks candidly on the subject of forgiveness — particularly forgiveness when you’ve been deeply hurt. The insights she’s gained through her healing journey carry powerful lessons for everyone, and so I am thrilled to share them here. And be sure to check out her brand new book, My Peace I Give You, which deals with these same subjects. Like with these interviews, I believe that the book contains powerful lessons for anyone who’s in need of healing and a deeper understanding of forgiveness.

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Q: A central concept of your book is how to go about forgiving the unforgivable. In particular, you mention a quote from St. Josephine Bakhita in which she says that if she could meet the people who kidnapped and tortured her she would kiss their hands, because that was part of her journey to Christ. Do we all have to forgive in that same way?

Though we are all called to be saints, in daily life there may be many things that the canonized saints did that we are not called to do. With regard to Bakhita, what each of us is called to do is what’s within the Lord’s Prayer: to forgive, but not necessarily to reconcile.

In ministering to victims of abuse, we need to be very clear about the distinction between forgiveness and reconciliation. Many victims are under the mistaken impression that they are remaining in sin unless they reconcile with the abuser, but that’s not true.

Yes, we have to forgive. To forgive someone is to want God’s best for them. Thankfully, we don’t have to do the heavy lifting: all forgiveness comes from the Holy Spirit. When we forgive someone we ask the Holy Spirit to enter into us and forgive that person on our behalf, and we set our will on cooperating with the Spirit’s act of forgiveness.

Q: So there may be cases where people forgive, but don’t reconcile?

Ideally, forgiveness leads to reconciliation. But, unlike forgiveness, reconciliation is a two-way street. If someone is still abusive, the most loving and forgiving thing may be to not attempt reconciliation, inasmuch as having further contact with that person would only give him or her the opportunity to abuse again.

Q: How has this understanding of forgiveness helped you in your own journey of healing?
It is very freeing. No longer do I have to worry about whether I’ve worked hard enough to forgive. I just have to ask the Holy Spirit to work forgiveness in and through me. Then I need to trust that, with my having made the choice to forgive, the Holy Spirit will continue to work in me, taking the wounds that remain and join them to the wounds of Christ.

Q: You mention that it is good for abuse victims to pray for those who have harmed them, but acknowledge that doing so may be impossible without stirring up up painful memories. What do you recommend for those kinds of situations?

I once got a very helpful tip from a Sister of Life. I was talking to her about how I felt that I owed it to God to pray for a certain person, but that it was painful for me to think about this person. The sister advised me to commend this person to the Immaculate Heart of Mary, to say to Mary, “Please place this person inside your Immaculate Heart, so that every time I’m praying for the intentions of your Immaculate Heart, I am praying for him.”

Q: That must help channel your negative energy toward that person in a more positive direction.

You know that Twilight Zone episode where there’s a child who has a dark supernatural power, and uses it to cast anyone who crosses him out into a cornfield? He casts out anyone with whom he’s angry, sending more and more people away to this place, which is an allegory for hell.

I think many of us do that in our minds sometimes, cast people away, send them to hell in our thoughts. To place them instead into the Immaculate Heart of Mary is a positive counter to that attitude. In both cases, you’re removing those people from the foreground of your thoughts — but, through Mary, you’re able to wish them into a good and holy place.

Q: Those of us who are longtime fans of your writing notice a change in your topics and tone: You used to be known for getting into heated debates with secular feminists, but you don’t do that anymore. Did this journey of healing have anything to do with that?

Yes. There was one event in particular that led me to reconsider the way I’d been acting out against feminist bloggers:

I discuss this in more detail in the book, but there was a time several years ago when I antagonized feminist bloggers, because I saw them as encouraging the same kind of attitudes that fostered my childhood sexual abuse. Though I make no apologize for proclaiming those truths about human life and dignity that the Church proclaims to be true, it was wrong of me to lash out in uncharity.

A turning point came after a woman named Zuzu began a series of blog posts reviewing The Thrill of the Chaste at the blog Feministe. She was picking and choosing things to insult me about, setting out to thoroughly shame and embarrass me, making fun of me in the most uncharitable way.

At first I just wrote her off as a mean-spirited person. Then one day I saw a blog entry of hers about her childhood, in which she talked about the difficult aspects of her relationship with her mother. She gave specific examples of her mother transgressing certain boundaries, and while they weren’t acts of sexual abuse, learning about them made me have so much compassion for her. I realized that it was a shame that I had burned so many bridges, and therefore couldn’t reach out to Zuzu and say, “I know how you feel.”
It was a point of conversion of heart for me, which led me to seek to avoid vitriol and uncharity in my public witness.

Q: What would you say to someone who feels trapped by old wounds, not sure where to even begin down the path of forgiveness?

I recommend partaking of the Sacrament of Reconciliation. That may sound strange, because certainly those who have been abused have no reason to confess things done to them that was not my fault. But, as I write in in My Peace I Give You, although the primary reason we go to Confession is to be forgiven our sins, forgiveness is not the only thing that happens in that sacrament. Christ touches us, and, whenever He touches us, He gives grace.

A problem that many abuse victims have is anxiety caused by their uncertainty over the state of their soul. They have so absorbed the lies imprinted upon them by their abuse that they have trouble discerning the difference between the lingering effects of the sins committed against them, for which they are not responsible, and their own sins, for which they are responsible.

Recently a friend who suffered from this painful uncertainty asked me for advice on confession. I recommended to her that when she went to confess, having the priest the sins that she was certain were her responsibility, she should add, “Since Jesus is with me in this sacrament, I want to ask His healing grace while I am here, because I was abused when I was a child. I know I am not responsible for my abuse, but it has led to my having thoughts that distance me from Him. If any of those thoughts are sinful, I am very sorry, because I don’t want anything to separate me from Him. And even if they are not sinful, I ask Jesus to cover me with His Precious Blood and heal my hidden wounds.”

A few months after suggesting that approach to my friend, I went into the confessional and was moved to say the very words I had recommended. It was very powerful. Afterwards, I could not believe it had taken me so long to take my own advice.

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For anyone reading this who has suffered sexual abuse, you are especially in my prayers. May God’s grace bring you healing, comfort and peace.

To learn more about Dawn Eden, visit her blog DawnEden.blogspot.com.

To learn more about Jennifer Fulwiler, visit her blog ConversionDiary.com.

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