Real World Issues: Boundaries

After the "dark years" I realised I needed to rethink boundaries. You see, I'd previously lived in a house that used to be a brothel with a drug dealer and her boyfriend. Basically, not a safe environment. So everything after that felt pretty okay. But when I started coming back to church and rethinking my faith and what it meant to walk in faith, I realised that I need to think about looking different and what it meant to live above reproach. One of the things I thought about was having people, specifically members of the opposite sex, at my house with no one around. Another thing was late night texting and IMing and phone calls. You see, it get s late at night and crazy stuff just starts to happen. "Nothing good ever happens after 2AM" according to How I Met Your Mother. And I kind of noticed after 9PM I started getting tired and thinking thoughts that I wasn't as in control of and guys started saying stuff they might not say before 9PM... confusing stuff... anyway, so I came up with three boundaries.

Boundary One: After 9PM, unless it is a dire emergency, I no longer communicate with members of the opposite sex.

Boundary Two: Members of the opposite sex are not permitted in my house when it's just me and them ever. They may pick me up or drop me off, but they are not to come into the house unless there are other people there or these other people are less then ten minutes away.

Boundary Three: Boundary Two applies to their homes too.

As a girl who lived alone and who had mainly guy friends... this was tough. Especially as most of my friends at this point were not Christian. But for the most part when I said "hey, I know it seems weird, but I just want to be a bit more accountable about stuff and it's part of what I believe" most people were okay with it. I'm not saying they were like 'you're a completely normal person', more like 'you're weird, but you're cool, and I respect your honesty and your boundaries'. There were a couple of misfires, but we got there in the end without any embarrassment.

Then along came the guy-friend who we shall call Bob for anonymity's sake. Bob thought I was ridiculous for having this boundaries. I was living about 2 hours drive away from all my friends at this point and guy friends were happy to come up and hang out with me and then go home without ever setting foot in my house unless someone else was around. But not Bob. Bob thought I was pathetic.
"Do you think I'm going to have sex with you?" "Do you think I want you bad, do you?" "Don't be stupid, it's just coffee." "It's a Sunday and no decent food places are open, let's just get take out and eat at your place, and watch a movie and I promise not to rape you".

I would like to say I was brave and stuck to my guns. But I didn't. He came over for what was the most uncomfortable four hours of my life. I even dragged him out for a short walk just so he wasn't in my house anymore. I felt... invaded. You see, while initially my boundaries were inconvenient and awkward, ultimately they became safe and comforting. They create a safe space for me in my home, they allowed me to be secure in my male friendships without feeling feelings I didn't want to be feeling or being paranoid they were starting to developing feelings for me. And Bob didn't make me feel safe by coming into my house.

Bob is the kind of guy who we fear as Christians when we make boundaries that we feel are good and appropriate. Boundaries are meant to make us feel safe. And we feel like we can't make them because people like Bob will mock us and laugh at us and make us feel small and silly. Which he did. But Bob wasn't a nice guy. Bob is not someone I stayed friends with long after this incident and not someone I missed terribly when we stopped being friends. Bob didn't respect me as a person, let alone as a Christian or a woman. So of course he wasn't going to respect my boundaries, especially when they clashed with what he wanted to do.

Then you've got guys like the one I married. Okay so when we were courting we weren't so great at stopping the text messaging after 9PM. But until we had been dating for almost two months (and we were sure we wouldn't screw up too badly) we did not enter a house alone with no accountability. It drove us mental sometimes, driving around for hours trying to think of a place to go and chill out that wasn't my couch because my flatmate wasn't home. But he respected my boundaries and respected me a lot. He even helped me be strong when I was feeling weak. You've got guys like my great bro-in-Christ, who respected my boundaries even when he didn't fully get them. You've got guys like my secular guy friends who were impressed by my boundaries and really respected me for going 'hey these things don't feel safe so I'm not going to do them, nothing personal'.

I'm not saying my boundaries should be your boundaries. I'm saying you should have boundaries. Boundaries that are healthy and keep you feeling safe and that are in line with your walk with God and the accountability you want. I'm not saying everyone is going to respect your boundaries. I'm saying the people worth your time will. I know that sounds like a 'stupid adult' thing to say, the adult who obviously can't remember being a teenager. But I promise I do remember high school and it was awful and no, I still have no idea why people like Bob end up being the popular kids while the geeks are beyond uncool. But honestly? You have to ask yourself the question of whether or not you want to look back and go 'hey, I was authentically me my whole life and I developed friendships with the kind of people that I actually liked and who actually liked me' or 'I like to refer to high school as the 'dark years' and distance myself from all the stuff I did for attention for those four wasted years of my life'. And boundaries do play a big part in that.

TL:DR: Boundaries are good and you should have them. People that laugh at them are not cool and don't respect you. People that go 'hey I respect that' are awesome and you should keep those people around. 










God Bless and Rock On!
Sarai

Things It's Okay To Be: Stressed

I know, I know. Jesus said something about worrying... in fact, here's what he said:

Matthew 6:25 - 34 

25 So I tell you, don't worry about the food or drink you need to live, or about the clothes you need for your body. Life is more than food, and the body is more than clothes. 26 Look at the birds in the air. They don't plant or harvest or store food in barns, but your heavenly Father feeds them. And you know that you are worth much more than the birds. 27 You cannot add any time to your life by worrying about it.

    28 And why do you worry about clothes? Look at how the lilies in the field grow. They don't work or make clothes for themselves. 29 But I tell you that even Solomon with his riches was not dressed as beautifully as one of these flowers.30 God clothes the grass in the field, which is alive today but tomorrow is thrown into the fire. So you can be even more sure that God will clothe you. Don't have so little faith!31 Don't worry and say, 'What will we eat?' or 'What will we drink?' or 'What will we wear?'32 The people who don't know God keep trying to get these things, and your Father in heaven knows you need them. 33 Seek first God's kingdom and what God wants. Then all your other needs will be met as well. 34 So don't worry about tomorrow, because tomorrow will have its own worries. Each day has enough trouble of its own. (New Century Version). 

Well... to start with the direct translation of that word 'worry'. In the Greek it's merimnao and according to Strong's Greek it means 'to go to pieces' or 'to be properly drawn in different directions' and is part of sinful anxiety that makes you torn up inside yourself. 

Secondly, the Bible wasn't written in chapters and verses, we added that in alter to make it easier to read and talk about. Which is great, but we need to look at the whole tone of the section. At the beginning of chapter six, Jesus is talking about not being a hypocrite. Don't do it for others, don't do it for show, do it for you and God because it's between you and God. He goes on to say that we can't serve money and God, because we'll be divided. Oh, look, there's that word divided, which links back into the section above. 

Okay, yes, worry isn't helping our situation. Things aren't going very well and there's a big test on Monday and you need a casual job and you've got no idea what you want to do next year when mandatory schooling is over... worry won't add to your life and won't solve your problem. It's not incredibly productive. That said, it is something we feel. Jesus was so stressed before the crucificition that in the garden he sweat blood (Luke 22:44). It's called hematidrosis and it occurs when a person is suffering extreme levels of stress. Jesus was seriously stressed out about facing his painful death, something he really did not want to do. 

As Christians we don't talk enough about how human Jesus was. He was incredibly human. Very human. All the human. As human as you are. Yes, but he was God in human form, you say. No. Phillipians 2:7 makes that pretty clear. He was God but he stripped himself of that and became a man. Also, we all have the Holy Spirit dwelling in us, so technically, we're all in the same boat with Jesus. His relationship with the Father was just so amazing... I'm getting off the point. The point is that Jesus was stressed after giving a message on why we shouldn't be 'worried'... which kind of makes you think that he's either contradicting himself or we're interpreting something incorrectly... and to be honest, I've got to go with the latter. It's okay to be stressed, it's not okay to let yourself be divided internally about what your primary concern is, which should always be God. It's not okay to make money more important than God and it's imperative to trust Him and lean on Him... and all that comes with building a really strong relationship. Scenario: You've got no money, you think you might be in a lot of trouble, and you're in a town when you know only two people, Jack and Ben. You've known Jack for years, since childhood, and you were pretty close back then but these days you're limited to being facebook friends and liking the odd status. He's a great guy, you really like him, but you just don't hang out often, or like you used to. Ben, on the other hand, is your best friend, you talk everyday and you're always there for each other. Who do you go to for help? Do you trust Jack or Ben to help you out? I think you get the point. 

TL:DR: It's okay to be stressed as long as it doesn't take you away from God. Jesus pushed into God when he was stressed and we should do the same. We should build a relationship with God so that when we get in trouble we have absolute faith in Him to pull us through it. 














God Bless and Rock On!
Sarai

Getting to Know Me

Starting at the beginning is always really hard, but I don't want to just start giving out advice without you guys know who I am.

My name is Sarai and I live in Tasmania, Australia. I was born into a Christian home and things went pear-shaped from there. I started self-harming when I was 12 and had struggled with issues of belonging from a very young age. I went to a variety of schools, public, private, home school... I struggled with bullying, and had very few (read none) friends. 

I tried a variety of ways to solve the issue, being a good Christian girl who didn't want to kill herself and wanted desperately to do the right thing. So I read the Bible cover to cover. I tried pastors, counsellors, social workers, doctors, psychologists, and psychiatrists. I tried meditation, visualisation, alcohol, medication, illicit drugs, and anything else anyone offered. 

Finally, the attempts on my life became more serious and I ended up in a psychiatric facility for a period of three months. I was out of options and low on hope. I was transferred from the hospital to the House of Hope, a group of Christian women running a facility for people like me who had a commitment to getting better. By this stage, I wanted it desperately and felt beyond hopeless. So I said to God that he had one week to bring some hope back into my life or I was done. I didn't want to kill myself but I felt like I was out of options and I couldn't keep going the way I was. Within a week, I'd started changing for the better. God moved in big and exciting ways over the next three months and I found myself twenty years old and a brand new person, scars gone, hope restored, full of love. 

There's so much more to the story, of course, because there always is. But it's just the brief outline.

So fast forward to the present and I'm 24 years old and I live with the two people I love the most in the world, my amazing husband and my beautiful sister. I'm currently studying to be a teacher librarian. I'm not perfect, and I'm not always right, but I figure when God gives you a passion for writing and talking about your faith and young people, you should do something about it.

If you want to talk to me there are two ways to do it:
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And I promise next Friday's post will be about issues, not just about me!

God Bless and Rock On!

Sarai.

Getting Serious

Hi everyone,

Or at least I hope someone. I keep talking about starting a serious blog with less fan-girling and more talking about my faith in action and how it applies to real world living. So I'm just going to start!

If you want advice, or to ask questions, I'm going to create a facility for that.

I plan to upload a blog post every Friday.

I guess that's about it.

God bless and rock on!

Sarai.