Choose Hope

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One of my very best friends was devastated. She’d hoped against hope, she’d prayed, planned, studied, worked hard at two jobs while seeking a job that she loved in her field. Year after year this continued until finally it happened - She got the job! A new office, a new team - endless possibilities. I rejoiced for her, thanking God for answered prayers and blessing!

Three weeks later, they fired her.

The funding fell through and her position was dissolved. She was beyond disappointed, she was devastated and tempted to despair. As I prayed for her and reached out to encourage, I was reminded of so many times where I’d been where she was. And through it all, one thing remained: Through it all - God is faithful, constant and He is good. This world is full of uncertainty, but the gift of faith - is faith.

During my boxing training some years ago, my Coach Greg Young used to tell me, ‘You’re overthinking. You can’t think your way through a fight. You train hard, consistently, and you focus. In time, you’ll find it’s all instinct.’ Faith is just like this, you train hard and well and in time, even when you’re knocked down for the count, you always know it’s just the count…

I've learned that it's always good to remember, when you're facing a challenge that knocks the wind out of you, and you're tempted to choose despair, use whatever energy you have to choose hope.

Faith is faith, even when things get blurry.

You will get through this: Stronger, Wiser, Bolder, Better. You’re on your way to something great. Rest well, but never give up. And as you recover from whatever it is, I pray that you will choose faith.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit. - Romans 15:13

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Make Time

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I’ll never forget that morning, it was September 11th, 2016.  I woke up, put my feet on the floor, rose to a standing position and instantly lost consciousness - falling forward with a thud.  I awaked to discover that I was lying on the carpet, staring straight at the floorboard. Our apartment bedroom was small and I was two inches away from cracking my skull on the bottom corner of the door jamb.    

 You would think something like that would slow me down right?

 Nope! I got right up.  I remember thinking, “Wow, that was weird!  But, I’m ok!” 

I shook it off, brushed my teeth and went downstairs to make my 1st cup of coffee.  When my husband and sons woke up a couple of hours later to begin getting ready for church, I casually shared, “You know the weirdest thing happened this morning. I got out of bed and I passed out.”   They looked shocked, but I assured them I was ‘just fine.’  And on we went on with our day.

The next day, my Morning Show co-host Karl must have noticed something was different because as soon as he saw me, he said, “Juni, are you alright?”  Can you guess what followed?

 “Of course! I’m fine!” I beamed.  He didn’t look convinced. 

Our primary topic at the start of each hour was concerning the many 9/11 memorials in honor of loved ones lost on one of the saddest days in North American history.  But that wasn’t the only headline - strangely enough, Hillary Clinton also passed out that day while waiting for her ride after attending a memorial ceremony.

By early afternoon on Tuesday, September 13th, I was in the emergency room because of exhaustion and dehydration.  As I laid there with my IV, I remembered the events of the previous week: A prayer-walk across downtown Chicago with hundreds of others crying out for healing of the plague of escalating violence in our city.  Culminating into a gathering of thousands to discuss what we could each do to unite and fight back the darkness. 

Lying there, still and quiet for the first time that year, I considered the facts:  I’d been suppressing heartache every single day as I worked overtime while downplaying my grief over my mother’s death. On top of that I was trying to process incomprehensible bad news I’d received about my husband and his extended family.  

The months leading up to that day are best described as a kind of Sorrow Tsunami that started building about 10 thousand miles offshore, and when it came crashing into my soul, my body simply gave out. The problem was, my mind didn’t.  You see, I can be quite stubborn. If you’d asked me then, I’d shake it off and say, “You know me, I’m determined, committed, tenacious, resolute!”  

If you ask me now, I wholeheartedly admit that my decisions then were nothing but foolish, proud, and dangerous.  What was I thinking? 

Wisdom comes from some of the most beautiful places.  The inspiration for this blog for example came from my son, Elijah.  He’s blessed with a wonderful AS* mind that enables him to naturally ‘think different.’  Recently after returning from an especially stressful, 7th grade school day, He asked me to pray with him and we did. Then we held each other for a bit before he said,

 “I’m going to my room to take a nap,

I need time to be sad today.”

 

There’s not much more I need to share about this. His statement says it all. 

 My prayer for you today is that you will decide to be determined, committed, tenacious and resolute about rest. 

Make time to be sad, right now if you need to and be blessed because you are beloved.

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For more encouragement on the topic of making time, consider what the Bible says in the book of Ecclesiastes, chapter 3, verses 1-11.

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*ASD – Autism Spectrum Disorder, but I don’t use the word, ‘Disorder’ when describing my son’s beautiful mind cause he ain’t nothing but a blessing! XD

Just in Case No One's Told You...

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I have told you these things so that you will be filled with my joy. Yes, your joy will overflow! - Jesus

Hello there.  I’m Juni and I’m so glad that after all you’ve been through, and all you’re going through - you found the courage to read this blog and take a first tiny step in your Quest for Joy.

The heartache that you woke up with this morning, that pain in your soul that makes even the task of receiving hope for the day exhausting, that heartache is not who you are. 

The abuses, losses and betrayals you suffered do not have to define you and they can’t tell you who you are.  Your situation is not your destiny and sorrow is not your permanent address. 

Trauma recovery has nothing to do with a lack of faith. You have faith, that’s why you’re reading this.  It’s not about lack of faith, or failure to pray the right prayers and do all the right things. Trauma recovery has everything to do with your willingness to commit to a healing journey. 

Just in case no one’s ever said this to you before: I’m so sorry for what you’ve been through. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair and you didn’t deserve it. What happened to you matters because you matter. There are some things that happen to us that no one can make right, but I promise you ,  you can be made new.

You’ve already come this far, that’s how I know you can do this. Recovery from trauma of any kind is like facing a giant and requires courage and faith like you’ve never known.

If you want to make it to the other side of your sorrow, you have to armor up, train hard, learn your gifts, trust your allies and do the work. But if you’re unwilling, I’m sorry, you’re not going to make it. And I really want you to make it. That’s why I came back for you.

So, if you’re ready, and you’re willing, let’s go. Let’s journey together with joy!

Special thanks to Annie Spratt for this beautiful photo!