Faith Is Deep, Heavy Stuff

My previous post, “The Door,” details my struggles as I pray for something for ten years, and ultimately receive a positive outcome. I wrote it in the form of an allegory because this blog is not about me – it’s about you. Sometimes I must write about painfully personal things to give an example, which often makes me uncomfortable.

If I just told this story straight on, you would be tempted to think, “Wow, that Don is such a great spiritual man, doing all that praying and getting an answer. Or, if you are a detractor, “Look at him bragging about how his prayers get answered. What an arrogant blowhard.”

But it would be best if you didn’t look at it either way. I don’t view it as such. It’s kind of embarrassing to me. It took me ten years of praying for something that was not onerous, to finally have it answered. If I was some highly spiritual person, it should take nearly that long. Maybe I was not that faithful, but persistent. That I just kept knocking long enough that perhaps THE CREATOR took pity on me and answered the prayer. (I wrote this part before coming to the conclusion at the end of this piece)

How does it feel to get your answer after praying for something for ten years? It’s not as good as you may think. It’s like fighting a long war. Even if you win, the greatest comfort is knowing that the conflict has ended, not so much the victory obtained. And in this case, I still had to wait several months to be sure the answer would hold.

Yes, the fact that my prayer was answered did strengthen my faith in THE CREATOR, but it also produced doubt in myself. Why did it take so long? What is my status when it comes to faith? And this faith thing is probably the most mysterious aspect in this particular spiritual realm. I’m sensing that no one truly understands it. If some guru says they do, they are lying. It is the deepest, heaviest stuff there is.

There Are Levels Of Faith

A reexamination of THE MAN’s proclamation of:

Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”

The example is figurative in nature. Comparing one of the smallest things the people were familiar with, a mustard seed, about .05 inches in diameter, to one of the largest, a mountain.

This passage is almost always presented and thought of in positive terms. Wow! You only need a tiny amount of faith to do great things. So, get out there and move some mountains. But in context, this is not an affirmation, but a condemnation.

THE MAN is explaining, maybe admonishing even, to his cohorts why they couldn’t accomplish the task at hand. The entire verse reads:

He replied, “Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”

So, the answer to my question: Why did it take nearly ten years to accomplish a very reasonable outcome? is precisely the same:

“Because you have so little faith.”

But now I understand, this is not the right question to ask. Because faith is not static. Perhaps, it is like the stock market, in that as you buy into THE CREATOR in thoughts and deeds, your faith increases. When you sell out those concepts, your faith falls.

Most of us overestimate our amount of faith. We compare our faith with that of others. If we perceive our faith to be greater than most, we deem it sufficient. We then justify there is no need for change, and we sleep well at night. But that is a faulty scale.

The gold standard, though, remains this:

Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”

You may believe your faith is sufficient. That it has to be as much as the proverbial mustard seed, but: How many mountains have you moved recently? How many mountains have you moved in your life?

But we can’t give up, right? Because our faith is not static. You always have the opportunity to add to your faith, and when you do, some mountains move. Because the quote stated above is either true, or it’s not.

My question resulting from my experience from “The Door” post is not:

Why did it take ten years to get an answer?  

But something much deeper and heavier …..

Why was this prayer answered at that point in time? Or maybe, why was it answered at all?

Well, in “The Door” I talk about the devastating effects that happened around the end of year eight. Unfortunately, I cannot provide the details of this situation without violating others privacy. But a mistake was made, which had horrible consequences and severely damaged the process, wiping away any progress made previously.

Yet, despite the horrible results of this action, I was somehow able to see the one flicker of hope it had provided. In the 99% of darkness, I was able to see the 1% of light. And I acted quickly and forcefully. If you need a working definition of faith that you can understand – there you go.

At that moment, my amount of faith went from smaller than a mustard seed to equal to a mustard seed. Several months later, the door swung wide open. I was astounded at how easily the mountain moved.

But don’t think for a moment think I have this figured out. I still have mountains that I want to move. I just need a few more mustard seeds.

 

 

The Door

Knock and the door will be opened to you ……

This is such a simple statement. But is it a command, a suggestion, a promise, perhaps?

It is so basic that virtually all translations of the original read identical:

Knock and the door will be opened to you ……

However, like all statements from this source, it is simple and yet unimaginably complex – not wholly understood by the wisest, most intelligent human minds.

Regardless, some years a while ago, a person who I love faced a challenge. I did not believe it would be a tough challenge, but it was a big step for her. So, if the instruction is - Knock and the door will be opened to you ……

I knocked.

And it initially seemed as if the request would be promptly answered and the door would open.

But just as quickly as the door opened, it slammed shut. It was a false hope, appearing as a cruel trick.

We were back to square one, so I knocked again. 

But disappointedly, there was no progress. There was no answer - none. It seemed as if no one was home.

What’s wrong? Knock and the door will be opened to you …… I’m knocking. No one is opening.

In our flawed mind, we interpret the statement as “knock once,” and the door immediately swings open wide. But it doesn’t say knock once, and it also doesn’t say knock gently.

I knocked. I knocked. I knocked some more. I kept knocking - nothing.

This was highly frustrating because this is a situation where the longer it takes to succeed, the harder it gets to succeed. So, to me, there was pressure to have this resolved soon.

A year went by, and the door remained shut. I continued to knock.

The repeatedly unanswered petitions generated doubt. This request was good and pure and noble, and it wasn’t even for me. There was no good reason why this was taking so long. This whole thing should have been done by now. I could not understand why the door remained shut. Yes, I had doubts, yet I knocked still again.

After three years of knocking, there was some progress that generated much hope. I could feel the door loosening. There was a small crack, and perhaps it would open soon.

But then there was a setback. The door quickly shut, the lock securely clicking in place.

I stared at the door in disgust. Hope had been vanquished again. I was crushed.

And yet I knocked. I wondered what I lacked; in that I was knocking but the door was not opening as stated. But I did not lack faith. The act of continuing to knock when there is no answer is a sign of substantial faith. You only continue to knock on a door when you believe someone is home. I knew someone was home, yet there was no answer, and the door remained shut.

The knocking continued for years. However, as the frustration grew, the knocks became pounds and then two-fisted strikes accompanied by yelling, as desperation set it. “Are you listening? Can you hear me? Do you see what is not happening here?

It says “knock”. It does not say “beg”. Just knocking wasn’t working, so I begged for the door to be opened, but the result was the same.

And then there was progress again. Hope returned. The door had cracked open. I then did everything in my power to open that door. I ran and slammed against it with all my might. I pushed with all my strength. Trying this hard and failing was painful and exhausting.

Despite my efforts, the door would not open. It would not even budge an inch. Unfortunately, in this circumstance, partial success meant that total success was unlikely. There were now added barriers to getting the door opened. 

The next time I approached the door, metal bars were bolted across it and huge locks were wrapped around the doorknob. This door would not and could not be opened. I had tried everything to get the door open, but now the new circumstances had made it impossible.

It forced me to reevaluate the situation. The person most affected by the current state of things was happy. Everyone else involved with it was happy too. Therefore, I decided that I would have to become satisfied with it also. It wasn’t the outcome I desired, but it was a better situation than when it began. I would settle with what we had. I would come to peace with the circumstances. And … I would stop knocking.

Accepting this outcome was a process that took some time. After knocking for over eight years, settling doesn’t come quickly. Eventually, I was able to be completely satisfied and at peace. It felt good not having to knock on that door and free myself of the resulting worries and frustrations.

But then disaster struck. A terrible, unfortunate mistake was made, which caused the entire structure to come crashing down in an instant. The damage to the process was massive. There was no fixing this. There were consequences to this action that could be enduring.

I was devasted. I was distraught. I was distressed. It hurt bad and it hurt deeply. It was one of those all-encompassing emotional pains that you cannot shake. I was angry at all parties that had contributed to this mess. And I could not understand why just after I worked so hard to accept the situation, it had suddenly disintegrated.

I was in persistent agony for two days. Rolling the details around in my head in a torturous loop. As I surveyed the damage, I saw the door lying among the rubble. The bars still firmly attached; the huge locks fully engaged. But as I stared at the destruction, I had an epiphany – the door which would not open, had been ripped off its hinges and now was just a pile of waste. This disaster had destroyed the structure, but that impenetrable door was no longer an impediment.

Then I heard a voice say: Turn around

There was a new structure. I walked over to the door, which was the same as the original one, with no steel bars or heavy locks. I stared at the door, as I had an important choice to make. This is the acid test of faith.

It’s easy to walk away at this point. It may even be logical to walk away. However, faith is not easy – neither is it logical. It’s just faith, or it isn’t. Circumstances change. People change. Everything in this world changes except ……

Knock and the door will be opened to you ……

So, I knocked - and knocked again. And kept knocking for another nine months. Until, the door swung open. Just like I had expected it to nearly ten years prior.

Knock and the door will be opened to you ……

And keep knocking.

 

 

 

 

 

I’m Done (At the Bottom – Part 5)

I had just failed to land a job at the same company for the fifth time. I was an excellent fit for the job and probably the leading candidate, but the company had decided to eliminate the position.

But this failure didn’t phase me. It only hurt for a moment because I had learned to bounce right back instinctively. In effect, I had become immune to the enduring pain this once would have caused.

That evening, I took off for my two-mile power walk feeling fine. But I must have been thinking about my recent failure. Something was different this time. Typically, after a loss, I would quickly move on to the next opportunity, plan, strategy, etc. And I would have the energy and the will to pursue it.

But now, there was no next opportunity, and my desire to keep fighting was

gone. Near the halfway point of my walk, I came to a distressing revelation:

This challenge was coming to an end, and I had lost. I had tried as hard as I could, but it wasn’t enough. It’s not as if I was quitting, but the game clock had hit triple-zero, and this game was over.

I uttered a two-word prayer: I’m Done. It didn’t mean I was done with life – more like life was done with me. And I wasn’t done with THE CREATOR. It was just an admission that I could not continue in this mission.

The walk back home was brutal. I thought about what this failure would mean. I was working in a job that utilized none of my skills and was failing tremendously at it. I hated it, and they were not pleased with me either. They had tried to get me to quit four months earlier, but I had hung on – by a thread. Now I was loosening my grip; I wouldn’t last there much longer.

I thought about what the next few years would be like having lost this fight. I wasn’t afraid of hitting the bottom again. I had been there once and survived. I was scared I wouldn’t have the strength to crawl back out of the pit again.

But prayers are one of the great mysteries of life. We think our prayers must be lengthy, eloquent pleas, filled with all sorts of bargaining and reasons why we should receive the desired result. Yet, we see instances in THE BOOK where people are so distraught, they can’t even speak the words, and their prayer is still answered. We try to manipulate THE CREATOR by our prayers, which is an absurd concept. Yet, we do this repeatedly, and it never works out. I have come to believe that honesty is a crucial component of prayer that we conveniently overlook. THE CREATOR wants us to be honest above all else.

I’m Done on the surface seems like such a feeble prayer. It lacks fervency. It lacks substance. It even lacks faith. It is an admission of failure. It is a surrender. It is devoid of hope, not even including a request.

But there was a lot of meaning packed into those two words. It reflected four years of striving, four hard years of personal and spiritual growth. I was a much different person than when this challenge began, but now I sensed this struggle was coming to an end, and it was. The only redeeming quality of this prayer is it was honest, brutally honest. I’m Done seems so ineffectual, and yet it turned out to be the second most powerful prayer I have ever uttered.

My instincts were indeed correct. I was done. This ordeal was about to come to an end, but not at all how I expected. Three weeks later, I received an email from a former colleague who said he wanted to discuss an opportunity. I thought this would be contract work which I had discussed with him previously, and that I was not interested in.

“We have a position coming available in a few months. We’ve discussed it, and we think no one can do this job better than you.”

This, after not being in the industry for years. No resume. No interview. Just boom! A job that fully utilizes my best skills. A job more prestigious than the one I was suddenly separated from four years prior.

Now you could think I got lucky, but I believe many times “you make your own luck”. I had crawled out the pit. I had stayed active. I had stayed visible. I had made progress.

So often, we become frustrated at our lack of progress. We dismiss only making it to the middle ground because we desire the top of the mountain. But NEVER, NEVER, discount the progress that you have made. It is valuable ground you have secured. And often, that middle ground provides you with a launching pad to greater things.

I had lost every battle in this conflict. I had been defeated every time. By definition, I was a loser. But I never saw myself as one. I didn’t define myself that way. I pushed on regardless of prior defeats. And in the end, I lost every battle – yet still won the war.

 

 

 

 

 

Resilience, Persistence, Perseverance (At the Bottom – Part 4)

 “You can lose every battle, yet still win the war”- Don Ake

Through my life experience, including my climb out of the pit, I believe that one of the most valuable traits one can possess is resilience.

Oxford Languages defines resilience as:

1.    the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties; toughness. 

2.    the ability of a substance or object to spring back into shape; elasticity. 

If you have resilience, you can endure anything life throws at you and bounce back. If you still have air in your lungs and the diagnosis is not terminal, then you will come fighting back.

However, saying you want to be resilient is like saying you want to climb Mt. Everest. You may achieve your goal, but not without a lot of effort, practice, and a great deal of pain. You become resilient by failing repeatedly.

The long climb back is full of difficulties and failures. You will develop the capacity to recover. You will gain toughness because you have no other choice.

There are two other traits you will pick up along the way:

Persistence: firm or obstinate continuance in a course of action in spite of difficulty or opposition.   

And                          

Perseverance: persistence in doing something despite difficulty or delay in achieving success.

This is going to be a long, arduous journey where to face difficulties and opposition. It will involve frequent losses and a long delay in getting to where you need to be.

How does perseverance work?

You tell yourself you are going to quit …

BUT YOU DO NOT QUIT

You convince yourself that it would be better if you quit …

BUT YOU DO NOT QUIT

You list all the advantages of quitting …

BUT YOU DO NOT QUIT

You tell yourself you are never going to win

BUT YOU DO NOT QUIT

You endure emotional pain that grinds on you

BUT YOU DO NOT QUIT

That Grind

And it is a heavy grind. You are going to lose, then lose again and lose some more. Lose, lose, lose, lose again.

You get punched in the face so often that you become impervious to the pain. This is not entirely a good thing. Pain exists for a reason. Some friends asked why I was so persistent. The honest answer was: Because it doesn’t hurt anymore.

However, this is what it takes to ultimately achieve success. If you are committed to climbing out of the pit and getting back to where you were, this is the price you must pay. Unfortunately, the longer the fall, the longer the climb back. There are no shortcuts. You may not be responsible for ending up in the pit, but you are responsible for climbing out. So climb, and don’t stop climbing. Resilience … Persistence … Perseverance                                     

The Back Story

Of course, the only way I could describe everything I have written to this point is to have experienced it myself. My ability as a writer is based on my capacity to feel emotions intensely and express those emotions in words.

I was plunged into the pit years ago due to a loss of a long-time job. I should not have reacted this poorly to that event (a subject of a future post), which is my responsibility. It was also my responsibility to climb out of this pit.

If you charted my progress at that time, it was slow and painful. It looked like this:

Loss, loss, loss, big loss, loss, terrible loss, loss, stupid loss, loss, painful loss, dispiriting loss ……

Through the process, I learned resilience. I learned to bounce back, much like a shortstop, after diving for a ground ball instantly. It is the most valuable skill I acquired during this process.

Persistence? Oh, there was obstinate continuous, alright. I was turned down by the same company five times for five different positions.

Perseverance? There was much difficulty and pain, and my climb back took years.

After four years of battles, if my internal condition was visualized, my clothes were in tatters and contained a couple of near-miss bullet holes. My face was bruised and battered, and there were numerous bloodstains.

I had fought as hard as I could and I had lost every battle – every one. At that point, you could have considered me a loser. You could have pitied me.

And then suddenly, unexpectedly, I won the war. (“How”, explained in the next post).

“You can lose every battle, yet still win the war”- Don Ake

 

 

 

 

The Long Climb Out – (At the Bottom – Part 3)

It only takes a second to fall from your pedestal, your position, your place, or your life, into the pit. The unexpected meeting, phone call, text, tragedy, collision, diagnosis, overdose, etc., changes your life in an instant. But one of the cruel realities of life is that the plunge into the pit is sudden, but the climb out is long and arduous.

Hitting the bottom makes you numb. The shock is jarring, and initially, you can’t think, and you can’t feel. Unfortunately, when this wears off, the pain arrives – overwhelming, debilitating pain. When some of the pain subsides, you are ready to begin your climb out.

This process is grueling. For many people, it’s the most difficult challenge they will ever face. It is painfully slow, full of repeated setbacks. You will be frequently frustrated at your lack of progress. But you will move at the right pace for you.

It’s not important how fast you move, just that you keep moving forward. You may have to crawl, but just like an infant, you must learn to crawl before you walk. And to walk before you run.

And you will fail and fail repeatedly. And you will lose and lose repeatedly. You will lose so often that people will consider you a loser. At times you will feel like a loser. But let me assure you this: If you are still in the game. If you are still at the table. If when you breathe in, your lungs receive oxygen. You are not a loser. You are a warrior who has not yet achieved the victory. Resilience is the most valuable trait you can possess. (more of this in the next post). Crawl on, walk on, run on – Move forward.

For most of this journey, you will walk alone. Unfortunately, you can’t rely on most people to help you out. The people who hung with you at the top will quickly abandon you at the bottom. It’s just human nature. However, there will be a few people, special people, who will help pull you out of the pit. Cherish them – they are your true friends.

The most valuable skill you will acquire during this time is the ability to recover from a failure or loss. Before your fall, a setback in your life may have caused you distress for a month or more. But now, you will fail repeatedly. You will fail so much that at some point, it barely phases you at all. You will learn to take a punch and not be afraid to get hit again. You will learn how to get knocked down and instinctively bounce back up. You will become a human weeble. You will wobble, but you won’t fall down.

At some point, you face the acid test. After you have suffered failures. After people view you as a failure. When people would rather pity you than help you. Your success at climbing out of the pit comes down to this: 

EITHER YOU BELIEVE IN YOURSELF – OR YOU DON’T

This is where you reach down deep and decide who you are, what you have to offer, and where you want to go. And then make the choice:

EITHER YOU BELIEVE IN YOURSELF – OR YOU DON’T

It doesn’t matter who else believes in you, who else cares for you, or who makes the effort to help you ….

EITHER YOU BELIEVE IN YOURSELF – OR YOU DON’T

There will be those dark days when you feel alone. You will feel completely  abandoned. You will doubt yourself. You will feel as if no one cares.

It is at those times, for the people of FAITH to trust in the promise of THE CREATOR, that he will never leave you nor forsake you. And why are those words there? Why are they even in THE BOOK, when that truth seems so obvious? Precisely for these dark days. Yes, you know it’s true, but you need to hear it repeatedly in your journey upward. This truth is so essential that it appears near the beginning of THE BOOK and is repeated again near the end.

Learning how to lose. Acquiring the skill of regaining your balance after getting knocked down. Believing in yourself. How well you do these things, make the difference of whether you stay down, bounce back, or bounce forward.

It’s What You Still Have (At the Bottom - Part 2)

I ambled across the room to greet her. As I approached, I noticed the hollowness of her eyes. It was as if the life had been totally sucked out of her, and in a way, it had. She appeared frail and transparent. I could see right through her. There was no hiding her pain, so she didn’t try. It was immense, overwhelming agony. She radiated anguish, and she was figuratively bleeding all over the floor.

She had lost her husband of over 20 years. It was sudden and unexpected. Her plunge to the bottom was deep and rapid, and the crash severe. This was of no fault of her own, and yet she probably found something with which to blame herself. Because that’s the type of irrational thinking you experience at the bottom.

It was the first time I had seen Cindy since the funeral seven months ago. I figured she would have been doing better by now. But how could I know what to expect, never having experienced a loss this devastating?  

Her condition caught me off guard. In a few seconds, I would speak to her, and what possibly could I say? I couldn’t ask, “How’s it going?” because she is going through hell, and I don’t want her to have to describe the trip. In fact, all small talk is out. Because it’s small, and what we have here is trauma, enormous trauma.

My brain starts spinning, trying to come up with the right words to say. I’m a positive person, and I don’t function well in negative situations, so my rule is to let my words be few. So, after the customary hellos, I blurt out:

It’s going to get better.

Cindy’s expression reflects complete rejection of my statement.

It’s going to get better; I restate it.

This time she scrunches her face and turns her head. She is hurting so badly, and the idea is so inconceivable, she can’t even verbally express her dismay.

Trust me. It’s going to get better (repeated for yet a third time in a slightly softer tone) 

Two lies you tell yourself at the bottom are: “It’s never going to get better” and “You’re always going to feel this way”. You really believe it’s always going to be this terrible. You can’t see the future because you are overwhelmed by the present.

How did I know it was going to get better? What I saw was a beautiful, smart, charming woman. With terrific children and an incredible family supporting her and half of her life still to be lived.

But Cindy couldn’t see that. You plummet to the bottom because you lost something – a person, a spouse, a relationship, a job, a status, an income, an asset, your dignity, your health, etc.

And at the bottom, all you can see is what you lost, not what you still have. We agonize over the loss. We want the lost thing back so desperately. We yearn to go back in time. But that can’t happen.

What you still have left, after the fall, is vitally important. It’s what you will build upon as you move forward. It is the platform on which your recovery begins. It is your base; it is your core. And that doesn’t disappear, no matter how far you fall.

So, to repeat with emphasis. After the fall:

IT’S NOT WHAT YOU LOST THAT’S IMPORTANT – IT’S WHAT YOU STILL HAVE

A year later, I could tell Cindy was coping better, and the grieving process was continuing. My message to her was the same.

“It’s going to get better,” I said again.

“I hope so,” she replied.

Ah, there was hope! So, I raised the bar.

“I think it’s going to get much better,” I emphasized with a smile.

When I saw the hope in her eyes, I knew she was on her way back.

But she had lost something precious, a great husband and a great man. Her life had been great, greater than she had ever realized, until he was gone. This recovery was going to take some time.

And then it happened. Her life became good. And then her life became great once again. I don’t know if her life now is better than before the tragedy, but it could be. Regardless, Cindy has a great life. And that’s because:

It’s not what you lost that’s ultimately important – It’s what you still have.

 

 

 

 

 

 

When You Hit Bottom

 Life is going along fine, maybe even wonderfully, when suddenly an unexpected tragedy rams into you, knocking you off your perch. You fall, and keep falling. Your head spins, as the life you knew slips through your fingers. You try to grab it, but there’s only air. You experience a flood of bad emotions. You can’t think. You can’t cry. It’s just one long, loud, internal scream.

And then comes the abrupt crash at the end. Of course, you don’t hear a thud, but the force of the blow shakes your inner core. It hammers your soul. It’s quietly painful and painfully quiet at the same time. You have hit bottom.

If you have never experienced this, I want you to continue reading to better understand when a friend or family member goes through this. If this has happened to you, then it will be a reminder of just how far you have come since then. And if you are at the bottom, read this slowly and understand that I know how it feels, and the words are true, to the best of my ability to express them.

We tend to judge the people who have hit bottom based on our perceived notions of how they got there. If it was bad decisions, we say “they deserved it”. If it was of “no fault of their own”, we find it tragic. But how we feel about them is of no interest to the person at the bottom. They all hurt just as desperately. The place is the same for all people. Rich, poor, educated, uneducated… The torment doesn’t discriminate. And regardless of the circumstances, all bottom dwellers will find some reason to blame themselves for their predicament. Even when it’s not your fault, you will savagely beat yourself up repeatedly at the bottom.

And this tendency to judge people because they deserved it? In the BOOK, when the MAN encountered someone at the bottom, he was not concerned about how they got there but totally focused on offering them a way out.

Now there are actually three good things about hitting bottom:

1.    You can’t fall any further. That plunge was traumatic and frightening, but you are on solid ground now. You have reached an endpoint.

2.    There is no confusion about which direction to go. There are no choices. There are no options. There is only one way out – straight up.

3.    It’s eerily quiet at the bottom. There are few distractions. If you want to hear the voice of the CREATOR, there is no interference or distractions.  

When you hit bottom, you land face first. This means initially, you lie there staring at the ground. You are focused on the ground and how you ended up there. You focus on the past. You are obsessed with the specific details that brought you there. You rewind the hell over and over. It’s like playing the same horror movie repeatedly, and you are the star of the show.

Therefore, step one in the recovery is to roll over and stare at the sky. That represents the future. And that’s where you are headed. But it’s still a struggle because you continue to think irrationally. You can’t trust your thoughts at the bottom because you keep telling yourself lies, such as:

-       There is no way out of this mess                                 

-       It’s always going to be this bad

-       I’m always going to feel this torment

-       My useful, relevant life has ended

And these are utter, complete lies. They seem ludicrous now to those who have ever been at the bottom of the pit, but they were so believable and destructive then.

In the pit, you can’t see the future. You can only see your failure – or your circumstance. It’s challenging to look forward even a year into the future when you are obsessed with just making it through the day. But there will be a future. It may be much different than the past, but it will be your future, which you can control. Dwelling on your past mistakes or misfortunes while trying to recover is like driving a car forward by looking in the rear-view mirror. You can’t go very fast or very straight. You have to rip the mirror off your car.

At the bottom, it is also easy to think that because the CREATOR threw you in the pit, he will just as suddenly lift you out. It may seem logical, but this is a false hope. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work like that. You must lift yourself up.

To climb out the pit, one must scratch and claw your way back - learning to celebrate small victories against sturdy resistance. The weight on the lifting machine has been set to the max, and now you must become strong enough to move it.

And move it, you will. Through the process, you gain the strength, the guts, the determination, the fortitude, and the skills to flourish in your next challenge in life. Life at the bottom is brutal, but can be empowering if you let it.