Change.
Change is the one constant.
Change is inevitable. Change is unavoidable. Change is necessary. Change is important.
Change can really mess with you if you are an addict because it upsets the balance of things. If you get your worth from your control of your circumstances or from your ability to manipulate others, change can send you spiraling out of control.
The cycle of sexual addiction allows you to seemingly control the one thing from which you derive a vast majority of your self-worth. As you move away from the captivity of that cycle, it’s imperative to focus the measurement of personal worth on the things that should be in the place of primary importance in your life… like your relationship with God, family and friendships, healthy activities and personal wellness. It takes some time, but you can retrain your brain to derive its sense of balance and control from these things rather than your compulsive behaviors. The control and value you thought you had in the midst of that self destructive cycle was only an illusion anyway.
This post is going to be a bit longer, so please bear with me to the end. This is a culmination of several months’ experiences, and it just doesn’t break down any other way. I can’t cut it into parts, because it loses something… it’s a whole-to-part/part-to-whole equation that’s required by the “big picture.”
For twenty years of my life, I’ve focused on one thing: moving toward ministry as a vocation. When I got my degree in education, I really believed it was one step in a process that would eventually lead me to a full-time position at a church somewhere. Along the way, there have been multiple part-time positions on a variety of church staff and even more volunteer positions serving children’s ministry, students, college and career, men’s ministry, divorced adults, and worship/drama ministries.
My experiences over the last year and a half have led me to focus on recovery and restoration, looking for ways I could serve through counseling or men’s ministry. I mentioned earlier this year that I applied for an associate Campus Pastor position with our church—which is a recovery church—and I really believed that now that I had experienced healing and restoration, this was the position for which God had been preparing me over the last twenty years. I believed that this would be the door through which I would enter into my calling and fulfill everything I believed I was meant to accomplish.
That door closed, however, when I got the call telling me a current staff member would be filling that position. I was devastated and spent a month or so struggling through… this, to me, was the death of everything I’d been working toward over the last two decades.
I mentioned that we (my wife and I) were working with our church’s counseling ministry to develop a support group for couples who are experiencing the destruction the sexual addiction can wreak upon a marriage. We believed we were on the right track after meeting with the ministry’s director, but that door has closed as well because we were being asked to facilitate two separate groups (one for men and one for women). We believe we are called to work with couples as a couple, and while working in separate groups may have been a good thing—we don’t believe it is what we are called to do. Good things are the enemy of the best things.
These closing doors and the events from the last several months feel like the end of my vision of serving full-time in a ministry vocation. It all feels like the unfulfilled curtain call of an unfinished production. It seems like the death of my dream.
When you are derailed from the path toward your dream, it sends you reeling. That kind of change can be devastating and leave you questioning EVERYTHING in your life. Refocusing can be difficult and can leave you vulnerable to relapse.
Here’s where I’m tested—has it all been a lie? I will overcome… by the blood of the Lamb and the word of my testimony. Doing so means pulling close to the things that really matter—my Father, my wife and kids, my accountability partners and mentors. It means pushing away from avenues of temptation.
It’s so cliché… “When God closes a door, He always opens a window.” But when you are in the midst of watching life make a train wreck of your dreams and there is suddenly a silver lining, you can’t help but let out a bit of a nervous laugh as you come to the realization that, yes, God is still on His throne and He does care about what you are experiencing and He does have a plan… even though it may not be your plan. He thought your plan was a good plan, but it wasn’t the best plan and He needed to get it out of the way so He could move ahead with HIS plan for your life.
So… His plan? I’m going to be working in a different school district next year. I’ll be teaching at the high school my oldest son attends. It’s an opportunity of a theatre teacher’s lifetime to enter into an excellent program and work in a brand new facility. Two weeks ago I would have never imagined it as a possibility with all the cuts being made in education, but within that shorts span of time I applied, interviewed, was offered and accepted the position. It will be the first time that I get to start my teaching experience at a school as a completely healthy person coming in. The bonus is that it cuts my daily commute by 80 miles. On top of the saving on fuel costs, it’s going to be a bigger salary than what I’m getting now.
So I feel a little better about the train wreck of my dreams. I survived. I am now on to bigger and better things. I’m climbing through the window to His dreams for me.
And in the process, I have managed to avoid a full-blown relapse. There have been struggles, but they have been contained to the battlefield of my mind. To borrow from all the craziness of Charlie Sheen over the last few months, “I am winning.” Unlike Mr. Sheen however, I know my victory comes from Someone other than myself and my own efforts. My victory comes from the One who is strong in the midst of my weakness.
Thanks, Abba.