Flirting with Pits

Have you read “Get Out of That Pit”  by Beth Moore? You should. It falls right into the category of things that make you go hmmm then hmm some more…

If we were really honest with ourselves at some point while reading the first two chapters of “Get out of the Pit,” Beth struck a nerve…or dare I say three.  The reality is we’ve all at some point in our lives been in the pit or flirted with pit living.  I’ll be the first to raise my hands and say I’ve been in the pit; I made a bed there and even stocked up on some good air-freshner to quell the stench. Today, If I were to be brutally honest, on my worse days I am back there and skate dangerously close to staying there.

In my pit sojourn I remember hurting so much that all I could do is lay in a ball begging the pain to stop — feeling like someone was ripping my insides out — slowly. I remember being in class one day taking notes – the memory is so vivid I can tell you exactly where I was sitting and who the teacher was. That day I sat, and took notes while tears streamed down my face. I absolutely hate crying, especially in public – that day my pain and my tears had a mind of their own. I never left the class – I just kept writing, and crying, writing and crying — oblivious to my classmates.

The worse part of the pit is the battle in your mind when you beat yourself up for something you said, didn’t say, did or didn’t do and you keep replaying it. Self torture is the worse pain, yes? Yet we do it – daily.  I think it’s even worse for us introverts as we can have an entire conversation, (with responses!) in our head.

How did I get out – am keeping out of the pit? It started with acknowledgement. The worse thing we do to ourselves is to walk around like we’re so deep and untouched by anything with our noses turned up in a facade of constipated holiness. Yeah I know I still struggle with that as I don’t like to appear weak. I’m by no means saying cry and lament everyday at every opportunity — not at all. I’m just saying find at least one person you can be real with — let down your guard and be honest. Give yourself permission to fail, permission to cry. We do ourself and our sister an in justice with our masks.

Then rely on God for peace and healing. When I was too broken to pray I’d just keep saying over and over “thou God seest me, thou God seest me, thou God seest me…”  You’d be amazed at how swiftly God moves perhaps not to change the situation but to change your mind set.  A scripture I cling to for dear life is to put on “a garment of praise for a spirit of despair.”  When I’m at my weakest I make a conscious decision to not stay there and I really just begin to praise Him through my tears. Yes conscious because it’s so easy to wallow in self pity.

I am by no mean pit free as when Beth talked about forgiveness I squirmed as if she was talking directly to me. Amazing that we could read about Joseph and pick out the parts where God favored him and ignore the fact that Joseph forgave his brothers. Wow.  You know one thing that made me go hmmm from these chapters? I never once thought that Joseph was flaunting his coat.

What about you? How are you getting out of your pit? And what in Beth’s story makes you go hmmm…

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6 thoughts on “Flirting with Pits

  1. Powerful. I’ll have to remember putting on a garment of praise for a spirit of despair!

    Another comfort: Truly I tell you, people can be forgiven all their sins and every slander they utter (Mark 3:28 NIV)

    I’ll have to put Beth’s book on my reading list!

    • I love that scripture Jen, glad it resonated with you! Yes people “can” be forgiven yet the human in us hold on so tight to our hurts sometimes don’t you think? Thank you for popping in!

  2. Natasha – such a wonderful heart warming blog. Pit’s are temporary and we are better and stronger on the other side of trials. OK, you have inspired me to order Get Out of the Pit.
    I look forward to more of your writing – very honest, very inspiring,
    Lea

  3. You’re right pits should be temporary, yet its not uncommon to make them permanent holes of despair/trouble. Sometimes too we get so comfortable in them that we think they’re normal and not a pit. Thank you so much for your comments Lea! Do read the book and let me know what you think!

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