Truth Is…

I want to pick up my phone and call my father, but I’m afraid. Afraid that he won’t pick up the phone. Afraid that he will pick up the phone and tell me he doesn’t want to talk to me. Afraid of what I will feel if either of those two things happen. 

It’s been 11 months since we talked. It was Thanksgiving last year; he told me he had nothing to say to me and hung up the phone. A few days prior, my aunt, his sister, had shown him my Facebook Post detailing some of the things I had experienced while I was living with him during my teenage years. And it got him so upset that he said he didn’t have anything to say to me. I called him multiple times and left messages. I called his job and left messages. And finally, I decided to write him a letter. I told myself he if didn’t respond to the letter, I wouldn’t reach out again. And I didn’t. He never responded to the letter. I was beyond hurt. My father wasn’t talking to me and it was all because of what my aunt had shown him. And what she showed him was the truth. It was written in the 3rd person narrative referring to myself as “she” so it wouldn’t be obvious that I was talking about myself (unless they knew me personally). But still it upset him. I had planned on telling him I would be talking about my childhood in the book I was writing (and has since published) but I had yet to find the right time. Sometimes, I wonder if I had told him before my aunt got to him if things would’ve been different. If I had gotten the chance to tell him “In my book I write about what it was like living with you, but in the end I write that things got better.” Would he have been upset or would he have been okay with it? I guess I’ll never know. 

After sending the letter and getting no response, I slowly began to move on with my life. I had my days. I went from being hurt and crying my eyes out some days to feeling angry and wanting to call him screaming cuss words other days. But eventually I was “okay”. Today I am “okay.” Which is why I am afraid of calling him. I don’t want to bring those old feelings back of feeling rejected, unwanted, and unloved. I just want to be okay. Eventually I will need to try again if he doesn’t call me first. I’m actively in prayer about this now, that I’m prepared whether he answers the phone or not. 
~Mizz K 💜

*Life is too short to go without talking to a loved one because someone is “upset”. We’re not promised tomorrow, not even the next hour. If you are in this situation and the one holding the grudge, I beseech you to let it go. Whatever it is. Think about how you’d feel if that person dies today. Is it really that serious? Let it go. 

An Eye Opening Experience

When my patient walked in, I immediately noticed his t-shirt and hat. His hat said “Jesus” and his t-shirt said, “Jesus is the STANDARD,” and he wore a silver cross around his neck. Both his shirt and hat were dirty; his belongings were also dirty, so I assumed he was homeless. He was a very nice man, in his late 70’s. When I brought him back to the exam room to prepare him to see the doctor, I couldn’t help but turn my nose up at the smell exuding from him. But as I stood over him, I looked down at him and right then, the Holy Spirit brought to my remembrance Matthew 35-40. Jesus identifies with the least of us. That means people who are sick, living in poverty, homeless, disabled, and anyone else who is needy. He says when we do for those people, we do for HIM. So if Jesus Himself says He is no different from those people who are the least of us, who am I to have my nose turned up?? I was immediately convicted and straightened my face, despite the smell and continued serving him, all the while pretending I was working on Jesus. As I was doing an EKG on him, I looked him over again- at his long dingy t-shirt and black pants that were almost gray, and his worn out sandals. I wonder if this was how Jesus’ clothes looked, I thought. Thinking about how much Jesus traveled, I’m sure his sandals were worn and that he wore his clothes for days at a time. And just like people today turn their noses up at people like my patient, people probably turned their noses up at Jesus as well. My patient had Jesus all over him, literally. From it being written on his clothes to his humble personality. While I was only with this man for about 10 minutes, that short time was an eye opening experience. I was no better than him just because my clothes were clean. At the end of the day, none of that matters anyway. What matters is the condition of our hearts. Although this man was poor, he was richer a lot of people as his words and attitude made known his true heart for God.

***UPDATE: It turns out this man is a missionary. He travels around the country spreading the Gospel of Jesus Christ and lives out of his truck. Wow

“I’m Getting Married! But For All the Wrong Reasons…” – “Pain, Promiscuity, Purpose: From Mess To Ministry”

Five years ago, I was engaged to a man I loved but wasn’t in love with. Deep down, I knew I shouldn’t marry him as the only thing that excited me about marrying him was the actual wedding itself. I didn’t get excited at the thought of spending the rest of my life with him, nor did I get excited about taking on his last name. I was only excited about walking down the aisle in a beautiful wedding gown. I was even more excited about having “in-house” (some of you know what this is). In my mind, I NEEDED to get married. It was the only way to “CURE” my promiscuity.

Needless to say, I did not end up marrying him and I’m so glad I didn’t because I’m pretty sure I would have cheated on him. See, I had yet to address my problem. It wouldn’t be until about 2 years later that I would realize that I had an addiction. And there was no way I could be disciplined in marriage if I couldn’t be disciplined in my singleness. Many people (like myself at one point) think that getting married is the cure to sexual addiction because once they’re married “they can get it all the time”. But the truth is, if we don’t practice sexual purity while we are still single, it will not miraculously get easier once we’re married. I know women who are married to men with mistresses– pornography and masturbation. The man has no need for the woman because he’s good all by himself. I know women who are married and are unsatisfied with their husbands because they need something “new”.

Knowing this is what happens when one does not overcome sexual addiction in their singleness, I refused to let that be my story. I literally cried out to God to free me. And then I begin taking the necessary steps to overcome. I just wanted to tell somebody today that marriage does not cure sexual addiction. If you are addicted to masturbation, pornography, multiple partners, while you are still single…. that addiction is not going to magically disappear once you say “I do”. NOW is the time to start practicing sexual purity. I’m telling you…. 2 years… and I’ve never felt more FREE.

If you need prayer, advice or tips on how to abstain, please don’t hesitate to reach out. I’d be happy to share what I did and what I do. I know the struggle and I know its REAL!

 

 

~ Love, Mizz K 💜

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Read my story here: https://www.amazon.com/Pain-Promiscuity-Purpose-Mess-Ministry-ebook/dp/B073QYHBPV/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1515450066&sr=8-1&keywords=pain+promiscuity+purpose