Thursday, January 17, 2019

Precious and Cherished

I wrote a couple of days ago about the negative things that we tell ourselves that we wouldn’t say to someone we loved, and recounted a recent experience I had with a mentor and friend over my inability or unwillingness to name my value.  The conversation occurred because of a passage I had read in a one of the books I was assigned to read for seminary orientation. There was a certain phrase in the book that had caused me great discomfort and I needed to work through it.

The book was How to Think Theologically and the passage was as follows: “How we understand our conditions as humans – not only our strengths and our preciousness to God, but also our limits and our opposition to God – is an important part of how we reflect theologically on the circumstances and events of our lives.” It’s a relatively innocuous sentence, with a great deal of truth, so why did it make me so uncomfortable?  It took me a little while to realize that it was the word preciousness. I have only slight difficulty naming my strengths, no difficulty naming my limits, and very little difficulty naming my opposition. But naming my preciousness.  Oh, that’s a whole different story.
In adding things to my “I Am” list that has been my homework for this week, I am supposed to be following up the I am statements with statements like “I might be precious.”
Sometimes that statement is easier to write than other times. There are times it’s all I can do to say I might be. There are other times that I can say I am precious and I can almost believe it.
Partly because the word is at the forefront of my mind so much these past few days, partly because that’s just how God seems to work, I’ve been noticing the word precious everywhere. As I was listening to a podcast this morning on my way to work, one of the speakers made a statement that there is one word that will set you free. The word is different for each person.
I’ve seen many people post in the past two weeks since New Year’s about their word of the year. I’ve wondered about that concept, but hadn’t really put much thought into it until now. But as I thought about what the speaker said, and thought about the concept of leaning into one very meaningful word for the next year, I wondered if the word precious was that for me. Or was at least a start. Because for me, the word precious is related to the word cherished, which is a word I have been struggling with mightily over these past 9 months. Cherished is a word which has so many layers of difficulty for me that I’m not sure one year is enough time to work my way through that. So I decided I should probably focus more on the word precious and set aside the concept of cherish, at least for now. But to make sure that precious was really the word I needed to focus on, I decided to look it up and see what the actual definition was, rather than just my personal understanding.
Here’s what I found. The Oxford Dictionary definition of the word precious is “of great value; not to be wasted or treated carelessly.”
Well that struck a nerve. More than one actually. We’ve already established that recognizing my value is an issue for me. And there it is, named.  Not just value, but great value. Okay, so I’m going to have to sit with that one for a while. But I can do that.
But that next part: “not to be wasted or treated carelessly.” Oh. That literally took my breath for a moment. Sometimes words have the ability to bring up thoughts and memories that serve to rip off scabs from wounds you thought were healed. The words “treated carelessly” did that for me. Another of those moments where you feel you’re standing totally naked in a room full of judgmental strangers. Exposed for everyone to see. I’ve felt that feeling many times over the past 9 months. That’s what it’s like when you start tearing those walls down and exposing the dark to light. Healing isn’t a comfortable or easy process. You have to expose the hurt and the shame before you can discard them.
So I sat a minute with those feelings of shame and those feelings of hurt. And I leaned into those feelings until I got to the problem that has been plaguing me since I named it a few days ago. The fact that the reason I have a hard time with the word cherish is because the relationships in my life that were the most hurtful and the most damaging, relationships both involuntary and voluntary, were the ones where I felt the most cherished. So much for setting that word aside. I realized that as precious didn’t have exactly the definition I had thought, maybe the way that I was defining cherish was off as well. So I looked it up also. Here’s what I found.
The Oxford Dictionary definition of the word cherish is “protect and care for (someone) lovingly.”
Precious
Cherished
The words are interrelated for sure, at least for me.
You cherish those things that you find to be precious.
Using the definitions of the words more specifically, you protect and lovingly care for those persons that you value greatly and who you dare not treat carelessly.
That’s not at all what I experienced in those relationships in which I thought I had felt cherished. That was part of the lie. That I was precious. That I was cherished. But by their very actions, by the very way they treated me, carelessly, without value, without love, in selfishness, they showed me that I was not precious and I was not cherished. Although that is what they led me to think they were doing and that’s what I was feeling. Well, no wonder those concepts cause me so much angst and confusion. No wonder I can’t allow myself to feel that, even in relation to Creator God. No wonder.
So this year I will embrace two words.
Precious
Cherished
And I will spend the next year trying to learn what they really mean. And what they really feel like. In a way that is healthy. In a way that is authentic. In a way that is life affirming. In a way that is not twisted and manipulated by selfish and hurtful motivations. Honestly, I think this is a lesson that will continue not just this year but for the rest of my life.
One day, I hope to be able to say, without hesitation, I am precious. I am cherished. I am a person of great value and I am not to be wasted or treated carelessly. By anyone. Including myself. I am worthy of being cared for and protected lovingly.

Because I am a beloved child of Creator God.
Fearfully and wonderfully made.
With a purpose.
For a purpose.
One day I hope to believe it.

 

 

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