Creative Expression – Invisible No More!

KiteI really enjoyed writing my last post on Invisible Women. Don’t you know that when we write with authenticity, we write from the depths of our heart, without pretense. Without trying to be anyone other than ourselves, we write with clarity and hope.

I can try to force myself into situations to be seen, and yet, still not be seen. I can talk and talk and talk and yet still not be heard. The problem is not ‘out there’ but ‘in here’. In me lies the problem and the solution. That is very good indeed. When I always put myself at the mercy of people’s opinions who are ‘out there’, I lose my focus and can get bogged down in the muck and mire of life, losing my way. I am then subject to a permeating lie.

This lie spoke to me consistently in times past. It said that people will hinder my destiny in Christ through their opinions about me. It said that others, by their actions, can prevent me from walking in the fullness of my identity. This lie consistently reminded me that I  lived in the now, constantly carrying baggage from my past, hindering me from walking in the fullness that awaited me in the future. What a lie! I came out from under that lie and I can breathe again.

I faded into nothingness over these past few years. I fought to be seen. Perhaps people saw my own deep insecurities and hopelessness and perhaps they did not. I saw it. I knew it. But, I was fearful of missing out, being disqualified in Christ. What a horrible feeling it was.

How often I would cry out to God that it would be better to strip me of any call, or destiny or purpose in Christ than to walk in the reality of always waiting or losing hope. It got that bad and the pain was deep. But, I don’t feel that way today. Supernaturally touched by God healed a season of deep disillusionment and fear. When God touches a heart, He can heal in a moment what one would think would take years of therapy.

My life is built in rest, moving in rest and trusting in Christ. How often I preached it but deep inside I did not always see it or believe it. Hope deferred in my life hindered my faith. I simply did not hope so I could not see my future. I saw only the grim reality of my present which seemed like I was going nowhere. When God healed, He touched my life. What does that mean? Well, I guess you can put it this way. Once I was blind, and now I see.

What do I see? Jesus Christ. When I gaze upon His beauty, I reflect and walk in His glory. I am renewed and refreshed again.

This is the year of the release of women. How? There will be many different ways as there are many different types of women. It is best to hold onto its reality as truth and walk where the reality of equality in the Body of Christ is not only talked but walked out in the reality of Christianity. That is why Marvin and I will not go to churches that do not believe in the equality of women. I tried that. I tried to change it. Now, I just go where I cam celebrated and not tolerated. I don’t look back. I am not angry. It opens up a wide field of possibility for my life. How about you?

In Christ, Debra Westbrook

DebraPlease pray and consider having Rivers of Eden minister in your gathering, home group, conference or church in 2014. This is our year of release wherever and whenever God opens His doors bringing His grace and His glory through us to those to whom we are called in this season. You can contact us on Facebook or Twitter.

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Creative Expression – Invisible Women – To Be Seen Or Not To Be Seen, That’s The Question

Do you ever feel invisible? Seriously. Do you ever feel that you can be in the midst of a crowd, your family, your friends and suddenly you realize that not only do they not see you, but they don’t even know they don’t see you? Ever been there? My own life is taking a turn this year. In the midst of this growing transition and inner frustration I heard this condescending remark, “You should just get a hobby.” Not a good time to say that to me.

Several months ago, I kept telling my husband that I felt invisible. A recurring picture flashed before my eyes. Parts of my body were disappearing as I looked in the mirror. About 3 weeks ago, I saw a book on Amazon. Calling Invisible Women by Jeanne Ray. I was not even looking for a book like this. I did not even know a book was written with such clear and astute humor to address this phenomenon and to assure me that I was not alone.

Jeanne Ray wrote this at 60 years old. What can I say? It is great. It should be mandatory reading for families, churches, leaders, and friends of women over 50. It’s awesome. It’s fiction, filled with subtleties that make one burst out laughing and realities that make one cry. This book is a Godsend to me.

I relate to her in every way. It is real. It is very real. In my particular situation, a woman minister, over 50, and over 55 and almost 60, I sense that older women are the ‘new lepers’ in the church at large. Heck why not let me say that it is a reality for women of my age in general. End of sentence.

You know, I (or we) can do something about this.  Instead of shrinking back as a fading wallflower roaming the aisles of Walmart or  worse, becoming a dissatisfied, angry gritch charging forth with offense and sarcasm, we can make ourselves seen. Seen – not by force, or pride or a rotten attitude. It’s more than that. How? By being ourselves and seeing ourselves before we expect others to see us. They may never change. I can’t do anything about that. But, I can focus on me, the ‘me’ inside that is still alive in every way. The ‘me’ that walks in grace and humility, responding to condescension with a smile (most of the time). Or how about the ‘me’ that won’t get angry each time I am looked over and around but not at?

Here’s just a quick ‘aside’ for a moment. See the cover of People this month? Wow, look at Christy Brinkley at 60 after 4 marriages and 3 kids. They exalt her ability to look good ‘at her age’. There it is. That subtle comparison to what? A 40-year-old? A 30-year-old? A 20-year-old? How contrived and manipulative.

Maybe it’s just me? I have nothing against looking good but come on – there’s got to be a better way. So now my goal in life is to avoid being ‘me’ and somehow to strive to be just as good, fit, healthy, youthful, or ______ (fill in the blanks) as someone else defined by the media. Just as good – a comparison in and of itself. They don’t say it. They never say it but implication is evident by just looking at the cover. What if I want to be as good as ME? If you want affirmation, don’t look to the media. Please don’t.

Thank God for God. God, the ultimate emancipator, the consummate lover of women, proclaims, “Be free. Be released. Just BE!!!!”

And, He is saying, “Enough is enough.” I may not stop this invasive onslaught to annihilate my God-given identity as a woman of God over the great age of 50, no 55, no……okay, almost 60. But, I can ride the wave of speaking life and release to myself in Christ and to those wonderful gals coming after me.

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Let’s confront the heart attitude that must accompany this release. When I feel invisible, I feed into the norms of the culture at large that dictate my identity based upon my age or gender. It’s a double whammy. Age and gender – over 50 and a woman. So much condescension has been leveled at me over the years of being in Christian ministry. Yes, there were many men and women that supported me but there were more that tried to shut me down at times.

Invisibility permeates a woman’s life because culture at large, in many places around the globe, simply disdain women leading to everything from sex trafficking to prostitution to inner wounds of depression, anxiety and fear.

God has been teaching me a lot over these past few years regarding this subject. To actually be seen, I had to see what it was really like to be invisible. I had experience after experience in life, showing me that no matter what I did or said, people were not listening to me. I lost my voice. I lost confidence. I lost ‘me’. I did not even know why. In fact, at this conference that I just attended, a woman got up, came over to me, put her arms around me and said, “You have lost your voice. The enemy has tried to shut you down for many years. But, God is restoring your voice, sending you to the nations to speak and declare His words.” That one came from left field like a hurricane force wind through a woman of grace and glory. It was at this moment that scales dropped off my eyes.

So what do you think? Any comments?

I will leave you with a quote from the back cover of the book.

A mom in her early fifties, Clover knows she no longer turns heads the way she used to and she’s only really missed when dinner isn’t on time. Then Clover wakes up one morning to discover she’s invisible – truly invisible. She panics even more when her family doesn’t even notice a thing. Her best friend immediately observes the change, which relieves Clover immensely – she’s not losing her mind after all! – but she’s crushed by the realization that neither her husband nor her children ever truly look at her. She was invisible even before she knew it.

Clover discovers that there are others like her, women of a certain age who seem to have disappeared. As she used her invisibility to get to know her family and town better, Clover leads the way in helping invisible women become recognized and appreciated, no matter what they role. Calling Invisible Women by Jeanne Ray

In Christ

Debra Westbrook

Please pray and consider having Rivers of Eden minister in your gathering, home group, conference or church in 2014. This is our year of release wherever and whenever God opens His doors bringing His grace and His glory through us to those to whom we are called in this season. You can contact me on Facebook or Twitter.