Eloise (5:00)
Hi, my name is Eloise and I want to share with you my story of how feeling completely accepted and forgiven by God has been the key to breakthrough for my lifelong patterns of perfectionism, self righteousness and trying to control everything and everyone around me. I grew up in a large blended family of six kids. I learned pretty quickly that if I do the right thing, I got a reward with approval and approval. And I craved that feeling. Of approval. For me, love was all about words. Tell me I did good. Tell me I'm smart. Tell me you're proud of me. That was my definition of love. Growing up at the age of seven, I had a traumatic experience. My cousin sexually molested me. I felt ambushed, betrayed and dirty. That night I was having pain and my mom had asked me what had happened. I innocently told her that my cousin touched me. Immediately, I saw in my mom's eye that something was terribly wrong. I minimized my abuse, not knowing if I was in trouble or my cousin was the one in trouble. I felt confused. My mom said nothing and left the room, but I could hear her shouting on the phone in the living room. I felt abandoned, afraid and alone to deal with these feelings. And I felt so overwhelmed with After a while, my mom returned to the room and put a phone to my ear. I heard my cousin crying and my aunt yelling at him to apologize in the background. Then I heard a very broken I'm sorry. And over the phone, over the phone. And I heard myself respond with a quick good Christian, I forgive you. It was all so fast, so I just stuffed it down. Eventually, my mom returned and told me it wasn't my fault and that she loved me. But that night I developed two warped convictions that I would carry with me into adulthood. First, I believed that my emotions, my fears, my anxieties and my insecurities were so strong that I dare not share them with anyone else. Second, I I began to believe the reason that I hid my deepest pain and emotion was in order to protect the ones that I loved. These two belief systems followed me throughout my life. We all know people who have reacted from their childhood abuse and become more promiscuous. We know others who became victims, sometimes developing fearful and warped ideas about sex and carrying that throughout their life. But still, there are others who become control freaks trying to control not only everything in their lives, but also controlling everyone around them. That's what I became. I was hungry for love, which, as I said earlier, meant hearing the right words of approval from others. I became a super achiever. I would finish chores ahead of schedule, excel in school with minimal effort, and if there was a random task from my parents, teacher, or church member, I was quick to meet it. Naturally, I was praised for my acts of goodness. But these moments of praise for my accomplishments only left me needing more. And I still desperately needed a safe place to feel and express negative emotions. Whenever I did share those feelings, I was shamed by my father for crying and my mother tried to fix what it was that burdened me. So I learned to show no emotion but anger. Anger was the emotion my father understood. And anger was what kept my mother from hovering over me, wanting to ask questions and trying so fix me. I became very active in church, leading worship, volunteering for building projects, mission trips and bringing friends to church. My mission became to right all the wrongs in the world. In some ways I felt that I was supposed to be a savior because I'm a fighter by nature. I just had to fight for something. So I began to fight for justice and truth. I was very critical of others, believing I had a right to be so because I was the good girl. I didn't do drugs, I didn't drink and I didn't have sex. I was a good kid with good grades and inside I thought that people should be more like me. Since that's what I was told by almost everyone. I graduated from high school and decided to attend a small Bible college. There my passion for God, justice and truth only grew and I was accepted into an elite ministry training program. If there was a hierarchy of righteousness, it went something like God first, then Jesus, then me, then humanity. I was so close to perfect. It was sinful. In college, boys who liked me were not in short supply. But only one had caught my eye. It was the bad boy in the back of the class. And he rode a bike around campus. And I thought to myself, I will call him bike boy and he will be mine. After only six months, Nate and I were dating. He showered me with compliments, treated me like a princess, A real gentleman, opening doors and paying for me. He even donated plasma in order to buy me roses. This was the type of sacrifice I was looking for. One who knew my true value and worshiped the ground that I walked on. Nate joined the Marine Corps and after boot camp I was all in. Handsome, confident and with dressed blues. I told him I couldn't live without him and started planning a wedding. There was no proposal. I once found pornographic magazines in my groom to be's barrack room. One visit before our wedding. It wouldn't be the last time. I made it very clear that I that I would not be okay with this kind of material within our marriage. We married in November of 06 and I moved to Georgia with my new husband. Our son was born in 2007 and shortly and shortly after we received orders to Camp Pendleton. On our trip, I caught my husband viewing an inappropriate movie and I was mortified. This was when we had our first heart to heart about Sexual addiction. He told me that he struggled with pornography and I thought, okay, who doesn't struggle with something? He went on to say that it had been going on since before we met. Wait, what? This is when I realized that he had an addiction. But I decided at that moment that all I needed to do was love the sin right out of him. While my husband was deployed overseas, my father died from cancer. Living in Camp Pendleton. I had been attending Saddleback Church in San Clemente for a little while and then decided to share my feelings with a kind lady out on the patio. She spoke about Celebrate Recovery and how it would help with my hurts, habits and hangups. And I asked, isn't that for addicts? I told her kindly, that's not what I'm looking for. And I was actually offended that she would even offer such a group to me. Me, I don't hurt. My habits are holy. And my only hang up was Jesus, truth and justice. So I decided all that I needed was more church. I attended Saddleback's Class 301. In this class they help you find out where you fit in the church. And I signed up for the music ministry on Thursday nights. Well, to show up. To my surprise, it was Celebrate Recovery. I helped with worship on and off for a few months until one day I felt God tell me to stay and listen after the music. As I began to listen to the great teachings and testimonies each week, I began to realize that I had a hang up, which was codependency. Now, I had considered myself to be the most independent person I knew. But I picked up a codependent pamphlet and I headed to a small group. For six months I sat in that circle, not relating to anything that was shared. I was going crazy. God was telling me that I was codependent and I just did not understand. In my frustration, I spoke to my ministry leader. I told her that God was telling me I was codependent, but I could not stay one more day in that codependent group. I told her that my husband struggled with porn and that was really the problem. She looked at me with a big smile on her face and said, well, we have a group for that too. So the next week I found myself at Celebrate Recovery Lake Forest to attend Codependent in relationship with an addict. I grabbed a pamphlet and there was one line that I truly related to. I talked about how we may be unforgiving towards the addict and punishing towards the addict. Well, that was me. My husband's many relapses meant that I Shamed, blamed, guilted, manipulated and tried to control his addiction in the name of love because he was unable to do so himself. I felt it was my job to fix and manage his addiction because I was his God. Still not truly believing that I was codependent, I got a sponsor and joined a step study to work on me. I was a narcissist married to an addict. Until the day I learned about grace. I thought grace was portioned out according to the need. I thought I only needed a little grace. My husband needed a lot of grace. What I learned at Celebrate Recovery was that God's grace for me was like a waterfall that I could barely stand underneath. Because of its sheer weight. That amount of grace was able to wash even the most secretest parts of me. I realized that rather than being a savior, I needed a savior just as much as my husband did. That day, I saw myself with humanity and not above them. I realized that I'm not God. Then in August 21, 2010, my husband sat me down and proceeded to tell me about an affair that he had had a year and a half prior. A flood of questions came to my mind. But I heard the Lord say, clear as day, not a word, Eloise. But I often ignore God and relapse because I tried to control and play God. During the seven months my husband was gone in Afghanistan, I continued to work the steps of my recovery. One of the steps was make a fearless moral inventory of our lives. And then the fifth step is to share the inventory with God and someone I trust. So I asked my sponsor to meet with me. Then came my husband's affair and I began to rock. Not being able to contain the pain of my life any longer. I cried like snot to the ground, can't catch my breath, scream like someone was hurting me type of cry. And my sponsor didn't move or speak, but one single tear rolled down her cheek. There was great healing for me to have someone contain my pain. I was never free to have painful emotions because it always ended up being about the other person. Either them being hurt by my feelings or hurt that I was having such pain. The inventory process opened a can of worms for me. Feelings. I didn't have feelings before because I was busy managing the feelings of everyone else. In order to control that didn't cause me pain. I had to learn to speak what I wanted, needed, and felt without any motive to control. I needed to learn to accept forgiveness and offer forgiveness to others. My husband returned from Afghanistan in May 2011. From that time until July 2012. We went through four counselors, three relapses were separated within the home. And at the same time, I was learning a lot through my second step study. I learned to believe that God loved me simply because he created me, not because of what I did or didn't do. He loved me because I was His. I needed sobriety, openness and honesty for my husband, which he was unable to give me. So I moved out in mid July of 2012. It seemed the less I controlled, the healthier I got. The more my life sucked, the longer I was in recovery, the more I discovered about myself and my pain. Year three is where my miracle happened. It's where my paradigm shifted. Ezekiel 36:26 says, I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you. I will take from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh. This is what happened to me. Even after three years of recovery, two years of sobriety, and a year as a leader, I still had a heart of stone, one of judgment for the things that I didn't understand. Like others, pains, problems and issues, their hurts, habits and hangups. My heart was critical of the way others lived their lives. Truth and justice is what I longed for. But you see, what I thought was truth and justice was only my view of what was true and just. I would look at the life my husband was living this far and say, how could he treat me like this? He. He had the affair. Why am I the one being punished? In watching my husband's recovery, in doing life with other women like him, I started to care for the brokenness within him. This third year was all about surrender. Surrendering my belief systems about myself and others, surrendering my right for the sake of compassion, surrendering my wants, needs and feelings to show my husband that he was valuable to me our entire marriage. If mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. And he knew it. I believed God in His sovereignty, was saying to me, enough. I believed love was managing and containing my husband's addiction so he didn't feel horrible about himself all the time, and that me choosing to love him would give him value because I am so valuable. Just as God showed me that I mattered to him, he was saying the same was true to me. He was saying the same was true of my husband to me. And if I respected at all what God was doing in my life thus far, I had to honor what he was doing doing in my husband's. This was painful to do, and it takes what Pastor Rick calls daring faith. We were Attending counseling weekly, if not twice a week with what seemed to little to no progress. I was so angry with God because I finally stopped doing all the horrible things. The controlling, the manipulation, shaming, blaming, tone. And I still wasn't getting what I wanted. All I wanted was my husband's heart to be for me. Then I was reminded that I don't do the right thing because it gets me what I want. I do it because it's right. In this season, God became so real and close to me. I felt abandoned and rejected. But God was closest in these times. It was one day at a time, one moment at a time until my miracle. In February of 2013, I asked to have a conversation with my husband. I had to apologize for the things that needed apologies and I opened my heart and validated his pain. Everything I said were things that I had said before, but not a motive for myself any longer. I truly cared for his brokenness and it grieved me that he was doing it alone. The week that followed was one of true celebration. My separated husband and I spoke every day for a week and we ended up at the end of the week exchanging rings and committing to moving forward Together. We met with our therapist, not believing that we were cured, but knowing that there was still work to be done in therapy. We discussed a game plan for me to move back in April of 2013. Everything has not been smooth sailing, but I see my husband now and he matters to me. It's crazy to me, but I truly believe my husband's affair saved my life without the pain of the betrayal. Not being without the pain of the betrayal. I do not believe for a moment that I would have taken the painful steps to grow, faced the truth about myself and stayed in Celebrate recovery program in closing, I want to say that I have learned to accept the forgiveness and grace of God for myself and and I am now able to offer the same grace and forgiveness to others that has been liberating. I am not as judgmental or picky about others and I no longer worry about things that I have no control over. Because time and time again God shows me that I am his and he is mine. Looking back, it's funny to me that I was so self righteous. God had to get me into CR through the back window by being a worship leader. I would have never humbled myself enough to go on my own. But through learning about forgiveness God gave me. God took me from a narcissist who only thought of myself and protecting my pain to a compassionate warrior who seeks the truth who speaks the truth, but with greater goodness and patience. Thank you.