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Brokenness

Last night at small group Jeff asked me if I was confronting Laurens parents for me or for her, because she is really worried they are going to say awful things about her, and she has been down that road already. I don’t know what the answer to that is. The best I can come up with is “both” and for the first time I think I can honestly say I’m doing for them too.

I think something I’m coming to realize is that no matter what I have to share my wifes pain, and that my job is to help her process it, and then get angry and sad at the same time. I’m not 100% sure this is Biblical, and every time I start down this path my parents say I need to make sure I pick my battles carefully because I only have so much amunition. I’m not sure that statement is Biblical, and in some ways I’m pretty sure it isn’t. But that isn’t really the point, and it still seems like good advice. The point is that the truth is light. I know the truth. I know that keeping things in the darkness, something my father-in-law has done actively, is hurting his family and more specifically his relationship with us. I know that the truth presented in the right way should start setting her family free, showing off what is hiding in the darkness. But no one has been able to penetrate that bubble of denial so far. Why would I be different? Why would my anger make the situation better, why would my pain added to the heap help improve? Does my outside view really lend itself to fixing this? What kind of a blade / instrument do you use to pierce a bubble of denial? How do I see through the lies clearly, how do I sort out the past through broken memories, half-truths and a lense of pain? Could my path today be any more narrow?

I prayed all the way to work today about this. I felt a new pain. It hurts to grow, and it hurts more to accept peoples pain into your life. It hurts more yet when you ask to feel Gods pain about the same situation. I feel like the blackness of anger I carry gained a small sad companion, two black lumps sitting inside my stomach. This new one is part of me growing, and part of me truely feeling bad for Laurens parents instead of just being angry at them.

I was going to prepare for this phone call from Ralph in the way I used to do things, a way I’ve been trying to stop. I was going to gather all my evidence, put out all my sensors / feelers for his change in voice, and then use every manipulation technique, and every once of brain power to break down the irrationalizations I was going to get thrown at me. I was going to use Laurens memory, facts, and every psychological reference I could find to liken his and Lauries relationship to the patterns of abuse. But Lauren’s memory is broken, and she has exagerated and sometimes fictionalized situations to me in the past….we were past that hurdle a while ago, but the damage it caused hurts me credibility now. And Ralph has starred Lauren down with bruises on her face and said “your mother would never do something like that.” So no presentation of facts is going to help. I’m as smart as most anyone I argue with, and just about as good at forming a rational arguement as well as debunking others rationale as anyone I know, but somehow I just don’t think that would work for me this time. I determined about six steps ahead in a decision tree / debate is about where you need to be walking in, with the facts to back yourself up for about 20 steps for the rest of a serious arguement. It was kind of an arbitrary number, but it seemse to work when I get serious about this. But for this one I don’t have a plan, I can’t get six steps in, the irrationality of the situation makes it difficult to guage a response. Every time I come up with two possibilities for what they can say to me, I figure out six more irrational ones, or Lauren tells me how they responded the last time this kind of thing happened.

So, what is left. I laid the gaunlet down, I called their bluff and said what no one is susposed to say, I called out the question of the abuse. Now the number of people saying that in this family is 2. Does that represent a righteous Christian majority? Does this qualify for a Mathew 18 style intervention? Did I dig myself into a hole this time that I can’t climb out of? Are they going to listen, or label me crazy like they did Lauren. I seem to remember the remnant of those bruises she had from the last fight, the day I met her she told her story about how she left home a week before. But does that give me a enough of a right to attack this? Can I come against a generational problem in that family, would anyone even listen when I pointed out that children abused growing up are more likely to abuse their children? What happens if my kids claim this kind of thing to me? What happens if they find out I’m sensative to this issue and use it to mainpulate me? How would I respond if I were Ralph?

So what do I have. God hurts because of this, I know he does. In prayer he has cried of Lauren, healed her of her serious pain when she forgave her mother for this. If her Mother and Father are forgiven is it even worth fighting for? Am I Gods agent for change in this family, can I help heal them and make them less broken people? What words will I speak when I’m torn between my brain and my pain, both holding eachother back. No rational answer to this problem is in sight, no words from God to say I should or should not do this have reached me in a definitive way. I have no words, just a few facts, some righteous anger…some not so righteous, and a strong pain for my wife and her family. A lot of this is new, this time I’m calmer than before, and this time I actually said in no uncertain words what the real problem was…not the money, not the broken promises, not even some of the latest lies..but the deep sense of rejection because of the verbal and physical abuse. So that is the new stuff, but is me saying something new about an old problem really that different. Is my calmness this time going to save me from burning this bridge hastily in my anger? If I stand at that junction looking at my In-Laws and God says to burn it would I, or would I hesitate because I know how much that is going to hurt Lauren.

I have no words, I don’t know how God can speak through me. I don’t speak in tounges, I have no idea what it is like to let God have my voice. I rarely feel used by God to do great things (if ever at all), is he actually using me here, or do I just want to think he is. How do I prepare, how do I pray, how do I deal with this new pain, and get ready for this phone call on Friday? How do you stare down a laywer and tell him this stuff, how do you make him shut off the laywer part of his brain in an arguement and make him think like a father, a husband, and a Christian instead. Can you unblend the laywer from those other parts to reach the soft side of his heart that knows the truth? Where is his pain in all this, how do I bring that out and make him as vunerable as we are? And does Laurie even have a side like that where we can reach at all?

God, I’m confused, and I’m afraid I’ve got myself in pretty deep this time. Am I right to do this, is this what you want me to do? Even if it isn’t, please help this go as best as it possibly can. I can’t do this without you, and I’m afraid I might make a mess this time that I can’t pick up since it won’t just be my mess anymore.

D-day in T-Minus 36 hours, time to measure me and see where I’m going fall into this family. If this doesn’t either blow up for fix things I have no idea what is going to happen, and that is what scares me.