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Dropping the Bomb

[This post was written almost a year ago, but not posted for some unknown reason.  Here it is, in stark contrast to my new post from tonight.  What a refreshing read.]

So this summer, like many other American couples, David and I celebrated our wedding anniversary.  This year there has been a marked shift in the way David feels and acts towards me, for the better.  He is more culturally Korean than I am, so I had to lay down just about all of my American romantic ideals I brought into our relationship/ marriage.  And over the years, I learned that his quiet ways of serving me and our children, and choosing the direction of our family in wisdom and faith, were actually far preferable to showy, public demonstrations of emotional love which I admittedly craved, but didn’t truly need.  The knowing I had in my heart, mind and spirit that he loves me and our family was unmistakable, and it ran very deep.

The shift this past year has been more emotional eros love on David’s part than I have ever felt in the course of our marriage.  He spontaneously expresses his love for me verbally out of the blue, in ways I craved when we were first married, but honestly which throw me off now.  I’m usually in the middle of something and quite distracted.  But I’m learning to take a step back in those moments, and take in his compliments, his verbal expressions of love.  I choose to remember how much I used to want this, and allow that portion of my heart to open up again, receive his expression, and return my affections in the moment.  And while I hold it loosely, I can’t deny his verbal love and proclamations of my beauty nourish my soul and build me up like nothing else.

This recent development is the fruit (I believe) of me choosing to love and support who he really is (vs. my projected image of what I thought he SHOULD be), and encourage him to pursue the dreams of his heart.

But I digress.  This post isn’t for analyzing why we are doing well right now.  The point is, we are doing well.  Our emotional intimacy has never run this close, and I feel for those married who have not tasted this level of safety, trust, and simply knowing and being known.  It’s amazing, whenever I stop a moment to think about it.

And then, it all disappeared in one moment.

David chose to tell a group of new friends his story, and I was not able to be part of the conversation.  I could not control their reactions.  I could not qualify statements that may be misunderstood.  And I was not there to watch and analyze their reactions and nonverbal signals to gauge their comfort levels with our story.

My brain raced to think what could I do to convince them we are doing well.  Ways to pepper our conversations with tidbits about our marriage.  Ways to publicly show physical affection more than usual (we both definitely carry the typically Asian behavior of saving our physical affection for private contexts rather than in public).

And I was reminded of when Michael Jackson was married to Lisa Marie Presley, and they made out on stage and made that one music video together.  It was so showy, it made you question the relationship more than if they kept that to themselves.

For me, I had to do a double take on myself.  How could my take on our marriage go from most secure EVER to completely insecure and uncertain in one instant?  I am reminded of the power of what other people think, and challenged to let it go.  These are our friends, new as they may be.  They are safe people.  If there are areas of misunderstanding, if we continue on in relationship, they will probably see their questions answered simply by the depth of our character, who we are, rather than how we behave with one another at any given moment. And if some misunderstand?  It’s okay.  How many people have I misunderstood over the years?  When my perception was wrong, it would correct itself over time.  If the person I misunderstood was defensive about my opinion, it only lowered my opinion of them even more.

So here I am, asking for courage and faith to let it go, and cling to what is good.

Twenty-three. Little Did I Know.

“Of course, I do hope to marry one day,” David confessed to me towards the end of what became our annual three-hour phone conversation.

We were 23, a year out of college, dreaming dreams and taking baby steps to pursue them. We hadn’t spoken in months, and one Saturday night, procrastinating from my own mountain of work, I decided to give him a call to see how he was doing. He was happy to hear from me, and we shared both what we were up to and the deeper things of the heart. Our most beautiful Maker was shaping us, forming us, refining us, in these formative adult years, to become all that we were meant to be. Our Maker was opening our eyes to poison in our lives, from our pasts, our childhoods, and generational legacies (both good and bad) passed down to us from our parents and grandparents. And we were each in our own way welcoming our Maker to whisper cleansing and hope into these areas, that we could walk in a new way.

A couple hours into our conversation, David shared where he was at with his struggle with unwanted same-sex attractions (SSA). I joined a weekly support group, he told me. It wasn’t perfect, but it provided him enough support to keep him growing. For now I feel called to singleness, he shared.

I was at the exact same place, wanting to eradicate my life of some of my own inner demons before pursuing marriage, and also focusing on my career and personal goals at the time, which kept me far too busy for me to feel like I could adequately invest into a dating relationship.

We laughed together about older Koreans from our parents’ generation, who all seemed to conspire to match us up with other Korean-American singles. Even my dry cleaner lady! It was like as soon as you graduated from college, during which time most of us were discouraged from dating so we could focus on our studies, we were now ENcouraged to date and marry at a rate far faster than our generation was comfortable with.

We were both at peace with our singleness and utilizing our life stage well, and we shook our head in amusement at our elders who thought they knew what was best for us when they simply did not. At least not in this area.

And then he said those magic words. “Of course, I do hope to marry one day.” It was an honest confession of the heart. Did it stir my heart? Not really. I knew he wasn’t confessing feelings for ME; he was simply sharing HIS hope for HIS future.

As his friend, I tried to be encouraging, nodding my head in agreement as if my nonverbal signal could somehow travel over the phone lines and into his faith for the future.

But I was not just his friend. I was a young woman who four years before had been cripplingly attracted to him in in my own well of emotional neediness. I was a sister in the faith, fighting my own deceptions that any man could ever fill the holes in my heart to complete satisfaction. I was a sister in the faith, who after some months of this fight, emerged victorious, free and light when I finally saw my romantic feelings for him were done, and all that remained was a pure concern for his well being and growth. I was a sister in the faith, and at that time I believed with all my heart that my life calling lay geographically on the opposite side of the world as where he was headed. I was a sister in the faith, with my own life so full and busting at the seams, and my own heart so wounded and damaged in different ways that just thinking about the healing journey that lay ahead for David tired me out.

I was proud of him for how far he had come. I trusted our Maker to complete this obviously good work which he had started. I was happy to hear his progress during our annual three-hour catch-up conversation. But that was really it.

The gut response in my heart and mind was “I’m SO glad I’m not the one for you!!!” I may have even breathed a sigh of relief.

Little did I know.

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moments of healing

Several months into our relationship, there had been several key moments of healing for me as David was able to provide some of the affirmation I needed, and for him as he saw how positively I responded to him when he gave of himself.  Our weekly 4-6 hour phone dates had proven more precious than originally anticipated.  The ‘curse’ of being long-distance turned into a blessing, as we were free from having to work out too many logistics (where should we eat?  what should I wear?).  We could just ‘go there’ and delve into deep issues of the heart, as well as simply sharing about our weeks, during our times together.  Getting to know each other deeply was truly awesome and laid a foundation for our future life together.  We had also met in person several times, and there was no doubt that we enjoyed each other’s company, and got along with one another’s friends and family.  We certainly enjoyed eating together!  We had also had our share of constructive conflict resolution, and had worked through some difficulties, clarified expectations, and both apologized a lot for our respective shortcomings and immaturities.

We were at the point in our relationship where it seemed like we were ready to move forward a step closer towards possible marriage.  We decided to seek counsel from our former pastor from college, who we both loved and respected very much.  He had been the second person David opened up to after me back in the day, so he knew our basic story.  He graciously agreed to meet us despite his busy schedule.

I anxiously awaited our meeting because I really really needed to speak alone with our pastor.  He was the only one I could turn to completely honestly because he was the only one who I personally knew and trusted who already knew David’s story.  To this point I had not shared our secret of his ‘orientation’ with any of my girlfriends (to protect David, since he did not know them well enough to feel comfortable with them knowing).  So all my other sharing (of my insecurities, etc. in the relationship) were met rather blankly because my girlfriends simply didn’t understand the depth of what I was going through.  One perceptive friend did observe I seemed to protect David a lot when talking about him, always defending his position when she would question something about our relationship, even if I was wallowing in a lot of pain over the very thing she was observing.  I still felt ugly and unloveable still in so many ways, but had not been able to share this in its raw depth with a trusted friend.

Our pastor first met with both of us, then excused me as he met with David privately.  I was so grateful he initiated meeting with us individually because I may have been too nervous to ask for one-on-one time myself.  Not too long afterwards, David came out and I went in.  I was so nervous because I didn’t know what was going to happen in the conversation.  Would he say I’m crazy and I needed to get out of this relationship as fast as I could?  Would he tell me I have serious issues and we were just not ready for this?  I didn’t know what to expect, or exactly how to put into words the questions in my heart.  As we began talking, he was most encouraging and as gracious as could be.  These many years later, I don’t remember too much of our conversation, but two things that set me off on the right course.  First, I needed to share David’s story with one girlfriend so I would not have to struggle alone. Afterwards, David quickly gave his blessing to this, which brought me a great measure of relief.  I did not have to struggle alone.

Secondly, and even more powerfully, a little hole in my heart was healed that day when he said in his typical understated way, “Oh, and if you’re wondering if there’s anything wrong with you, you are perfectly fine.”  I don’t think these were his exact words, but it conveys the gist, including his conservative Asian way of communicating.  If I may take the liberty to fill out what he meant by that, what I would tell a woman in my shoes at that time would go something more like this: “I want to affirm that you are beautiful, and there is nothing about your appearance that makes you inherently unattractive or unloveable.  Your boyfriend’s struggles in this area are completely unrelated to your inherent feminitity or womanhood, and I encourage you to look to God and His Word to affirm your inner beauty and let God love on you and fill your needs in this area.  You are God’s beloved, and His desire is for you.  The more you can take in this truth and walk confidently in it, the more true beauty will emanate from the inside out.  And regarding your boyfriend, be patient as he grows in his ability to feel and demonstrate physical attraction to you.”

photo by DKFrost

Walking on Water

It was close to midnight on a weeknight, as I sat at my desk, attempting to get some work done. The cries and questions of my heart overshadowed the demands of my job once again.

Only a few short weeks into our long distance dating relationship, I had already had it with the hurt, the constant feeling of rejection, compounded by my own insecurities about myself.  I was slightly overweight and not particularly feminine, making me feel ugly and unloveable.  Deep down inside, I wondered if my lack of physical beauty took me out of the running with any totally straight man I would be attracted to.  I’m so ugly only my gay friend would even consider dating me was the lie it took years to get over.   Added on top of my insecurity was his need to test out the waters of dating very slowly.  His deliberation with every move we made, though motivated by genuine care for me and an attempt to guard my heart, was like rubbing salt and lemon juice into an already deep wound and tonight I had had enough.

In desperation, I opened my bible completely randomly for answers from the One I was sure had brought us together.  It landed on Matthew 14, and my eyes quickly settled on the passage where Jesus walks on water.  His words to his disciples, who didn’t recognize him on the water, were his extremely personal words to me that night:

 27 But Jesus immediately said to them: “Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid.”

I knew in that moment God was speaking to me.  He didn’t analyze the psychology of what was going on.  He didn’t tell me how it would all turn out.  But He affirmed that it was He who began this relationship, and I was looking at the wrong place by focusing on David’s shortcomings and my unmet needs.  My task was to look at Him and Him alone.  I didn’t need to wallow in my fears.  I could take courage and look to Him.  And as I took courage, I could walk on water too, as Peter miraculously did.

28 “Lord, if it’s you,” Peter replied, “tell me to come to you on the water.”

29 “Come,” he said.

      Then Peter got down out of the boat, walked on the water and came toward Jesus.

Dating and possibly marrying David was essentially as impossible a task as walking on water, but I felt so strongly in that moment that the Spirit was saying to me that the impossible would be made possible if I kept my eyes fixed on Jesus (and not David).

My spirit broke, tears poured out, and I surrendered myself once again to the God who had never failed me yet, whom I could trust to be faithful even when we were not.

30 But when he saw the wind, he was afraid and, beginning to sink, cried out, “Lord, save me!”

Peter, fixing his eyes on Jesus and obeying his call to come, did the impossible; he walked on water.  But when he took his eyes off of Jesus and let his logic come into play (“Hey, this is impossible!  How can anyone walk on water at all, much less with all this wind?”) he began to sink.  He was at least smart enough to cry out to Jesus to save him, but he could have walked all the way to Jesus had he not lost focus on the source of his miracle.

Our story is one of a lot of sinking, a lot of cries to Jesus to save us, along with periods of not even calling on Jesus to help at all, and some awesome times of walking on water.  Ultimately, our story is one beautifully written by Jesus Himself, the author and perfecter of our faith.  He is the One that has led us to a pretty flourishing marriage today, over a decade and many, many storms after that fateful night in my room.  Today we are one in spirit and together able to battle the storms of life that come at us.  But honestly, this is a fairly recent development.  Many years were spent battling each other, or ourselves, or not even putting up a fight, but simply losing at the war of life.  But the one thing that has been clear through it all is it is God who is masterfully writing our story, and we can trust Him to finish this good work that He has begun in us.

photo by atomicjeep