Ahhh. Hometown tranquility.
We’re at my parents’ house for the weekend.
I love coming back to my hometown. Just like everyone else, I have both good and hard memories from this place.
I always go straight for the photo albums when we come. (And why not? With grandparents around, parenting is taken care of! I actually may not even see my children much this weekend. Grin.)
Pictures have such a way of taking me emotionally back in time. I don’t just remember things, I revisit them in my feelings. It can be powerful.
My heart has been tender to anyone who read my post about the work Dan and I have done in our marriage who also may have marriage struggles.
Marriage is hard. It takes so much more work than lots of people let on. Namely people who write romantic comedy movies. But as we – along with so many people who have gone before us and who are walking alongside us – have learned, it is so so worth it.
I was thinking about generational sin on the drive here. And how in Exodus 20:5 God says, “…I, the LORD you God, am a jealous God, punishing the children for the sin of the fathers to the third and fourth generation of those who hate me…”
I heard someone teach on this verse. The word translated in NIV for “punishing” in Hebrew is paqadh, meaning like a census. They interpreted it to mean how God can review or take census of the times the parent’s sins are seen in the next generations.
The speaker went on to say that it is more like those same sins visit the descendants and affect their lives more than it is that they are being punished for something their ancestors did. (Because as we see in Ezekial 18:14-18, a son does not die for what his father did.)
So yes. We have a choice. But there are also sins that will visit us based on generations past.
Unless someone breaks the cycle.
The next verse in Exodus 20 is the beautiful promise for such a person:
“…but showing love to a thousand generations of those who love me and keep my commandments.”
Oh, praise You, Yahweh! What a promise!
Right now I’m kicking myself for not bringing Breaking Free with me here. But that’s okay. If you will be patient with my memory of the following story and not stress about footnotes, we’ll be all good.
Beth Moore quotes a story by Gilda Radner about a dog she used to own. Goes something like this:
My parents had a dog who once got run over by a lawn mower, severing her back two legs. She was otherwise fine and found a new way to walk: She would take a step forward with each paw, then flip her tail end up to scooch forward. Then take another two steps and flip her tail up to scooch some more.
One day my parents found out she was pregnant. The vet said there shouldn’t be any reason the mama dog couldn’t carry and deliver perfectly healthy puppies. Sure enough, she had 8 beautiful puppies. All in perfect health with all four legs.
And when they learned to walk, they walked just like their mother.
No, the puppies were just fine. But some things are learned. And there is a spiritual side to all this as well that we’re blinded to. Who do you think would have a vested interest in making sure certain sins visit on down the generations? (And please know I’m not looking for the enemy around every corner over here. I’ve just done enough battle in the warfare of the mind to recognize some of his ugly lies and how to combat them and feel compelled to share.)
Bethie continues on with examples. How a mother and two daughters could be abused and abandoned by a father. Then those daughters could have daughters of their own. And even though they’d never met their grandfather or been mistreated in any way, they will more than likely struggle with a mistrust and fear of men they can’t understand, let alone explain.
Dan and I both came into marriage with some baggage. I have his permission to be candid about this, because we’ve both had some healing and continue to heal. And if we can’t share the compassion we’ve been shown, what good are our struggles anyway?
Anyway, when Caden was born, certain generational tendencies reared their ugly heads in our marriage more so than they had before. Patterns of relating emerged. I was incredibly, incredibly insecure in my ability to trust my own intuition and parent my child. So I handed that over to Dan. I essentially put him in charge of telling me what to do in an area that, if I had listened to God and my own judgment, I would’ve been fine.
Well, this little action backfired. And bled into other areas in our marriage. It turned into a parent-child relationship much more than an adult-to-adult marriage.
From here it just spiraled. Certain tendencies in Dan’s lineage came out (please know he had a wonderful father and currently has an amazing mother…this is never about pointing fingers).
We were driven to our knees.
Anyway, I think that’s good. It’s a great place to be if you want to heal.
I read a book during this time that was so good for me. Not everyone can read a theory and then apply it to their life, but for some reason God has given me the ability to do that. I’m so grateful because, as good as behavior modification and habit training can be, we needed something much, much deeper.
I learned in the book that people have 4 needs:
1. To attach to others without fear
2. To be a separate individual even in that attachment
3. I forgot this one
4. And to be an adult emotionally – to submit to leadership when appropriate, but to be in charge as an adult of their own emotions, desires, will, etc.
I needed that adult one! I needed permission to say, “No, Dan. As one of the people in charge of our son all day, I saw fit for this to be the right way to handle this situation. It may not be perfect or what you would’ve done, but it is not wrong and I won’t listen to criticism about it.”
Please know, this is entirely different than rebellion or resisting Biblical submission. This was reclaiming a healthy marriage. I had a counselor tell me once that relationships in families are like a children’s mobile. When one person begins to change it is like someone tugging on just one little dangly part of the mobile. You’re only pulling that one piece, but the whole mobile starts to adjust to the movement, too.
In a family, if one person starts to shift – good or bad – the whole family has to make adjustments. That’s just how God designed it. We are interdependent.
Anyway, I knew that if I started becoming more of an emotional adult it would affect my husband in a positive way. And it did. He himself will say he had a bit of a hissy fit at first, but as I stood my ground and reclaimed my right to have our marriage be an adult-to-adult one, he came to see how that was healthier for him, too.
In the temperament language of our church, my man is from Control Country. He sees things outside of himself and is driven to have order and closure in those things. This is a very good gift, but one that can run people over if not kept in check.
Because of some of my own wounds, I have a foot in Control Country.
Can you see some problems here??
When I started to reclaim my emotional adulthood, I went to the other extreme: I’m from Control Country now, too, and let’s just butt heads on all things, everything, all the time.
Not. good.
Especially considering how from 13 years old on, after his Dad died suddenly, Dan was raised by a strong, independent, Control Country Mother (who I would like to add for the record is the most rock star mama-in-law on the planet!). So there was a part of him that was like, cool. You be in charge and lead and mother me.
God said, Nuh Uh. Get your roles straight, Children.
I’m happy to report we’re getting there. As I mentioned we’re so far from perfect that that is laughable. But we are stable. We are in love. We are two separate, but attached, souls that try to reflect our individuality even as we are one.
God is so good. He walked us every step to get us to where we are in our journey.
I heard this song on the radio yesterday and it reminded me of the miracle He has done for us. Hope you enjoy the lyrics as well.
Nobody’s growing old together, we’ve made it easy just to quit
Love has become a negative percentage, why do we bother to commit?
We’ve got a long list of excuses, ways we try to justify
Well, I propose to you the truth is, marriage does not have to die
I know you’re feeling like it’s falling apart and it can’t go on anymore
But God is a God who knows how to heal so just give it up to the Lord
And He will restore
He said with this ring “I promise,” and with “I do” she said forever
But right now if they’re being honest, they don’t know if they’ll stay together
Let’s fast forward to the future after struggling on their own
They finally figured out they needed Jesus in the middle
Now I’m watching God rebuild their home
The enemy tries to come and divide
Trying to get us to give up the fight
But darkness will always lose out to light
‘Cause we’ve got the power of Christ on our side!
I see you growing old together
I pray I find a love like yours
So if you’re feeling like it’s falling apart and it can’t go on anymore
God is a God who knows how to heal so just give it up to the Lord
And He will restore
Like it was before
You may have strayed off course
But He will restore
Chris August, “Restore”