Why Are You Trying to Out Love God?

Love is a powerful thing isn’t it? This word covers so much ground, from the “love of chocolate cake” to the “love between parents and their children”. Love is defined as: An intense feeling of deep affection - and let me just say there is no truer example of this truth than that…I LOVE a good moist chocolate cake!  However, using this word “love” to describe the connection that exists between a parent and child will fall desperately short, as that love, (obviously), is far more significant than any affection for chocolate cake. In fact there is a word for it called: Beloved – which means to be dearly loved, most treasured, adored and cherished. It’s true; the love between a parent and child is truly unlike any other kind of love. It is in this love where a parent will find themselves consumed with a desire likely not experienced prior – to want more for this precious life than even for themselves. Indeed, awareness arises that they would lay their very life down to insure that their little one has every chance to grow up healthy, happy and strong. We also see this type love within other family dynamics as well, such as with a spouse and siblings.

I don’t know what it is like in other countries and cultures, but having grown up in America, there is one thing that everybody knows – When a loved one is in need, there is nothing but NOTHING that you won’t do for them - and that is as it should be. There are times though, that this love and readiness to be there for your beloved doesn’t work out so well. Worse still, it can actually do more harm than good. One of these situations is when the loved one being helped is someone in active addiction/alcoholism, (or some other destructive life situation). The dilemma for those who love them is often astounding. They face dealing with the circumstances stemming from their loved one’s life such as: Job terminations; Debts; Loss of housing; Personal injury; Arrests; Court dates; Legal expenses; Children to care for; as well as: Loneliness; Isolation; Exhaustion, and the list goes on. All the while, the loved one is generally quick to give “reasons” for why these things are happening to them and are often making promises for change – playing on their position as the beloved to get someone else to take responsibility for their actions or lack of action, that has resulted in the numerous consequences in their life.

For the family, there is the desire, and often the need to believe these promises, because of the desire for the best in their loved one’s life. There is also the deep fear that failing to help could somehow result in a worse consequence happening, up to and including death. The family is left to live an existence, which no one should have to live in: Where they fear doing too much could lead to harm and not doing enough could lead to harm – all while being realistically incapable of having such perfect knowledge of what their loved one’s true need is or even the ability to meet that need. It is an impossible task, and so their life is held hostage for a never ending ransom. Odd as it may sound, the family falls into a vicious cycle very similar to the one their loved one is living in. 

This is what I mean: 

(A)  For the addicted person, when they have their drugs/alcohol (fill in the blank), they are relatively ok; when they don’t have it, they are a miserable lot to be around. The well-being of the addict/alcoholic is contingent on being under the influence.  

(B)  For the family, when their loved one is ok – then they are ok. When their loved one is not ok – then they are not ok. So their well-being then ceases to be about themselves and becomes increasingly contingent on their loved ones state of being – thereby making them all the more desperate to “take care of the messes” in order to have some degree of peace in their own lives.

When I was married to my ex-husband and he relapsed I experienced for the first time, being on the other side of the fence – as I am a recovered addict/alcoholic myself. I attempted to manage the increasing fear and issues on my own, as I felt “I” should have a better handle on this situation since I had both personal knowledge and professional knowledge of the illness, (as I was also an addictions counselor). However I would soon find that this was not the case. In fact I was doing everything short of painting my face and following him around at night – consumed with fear of every terrible thing that might happen. Finally I went to my supervisor at work and disclosed to him what was happening and all that I was feeling. I can recall so clearly him leaning forward and saying, “Rebecca – do you believe in God?” My heart sank a bit, as I thought he was going to give me the – “prayer works” talk. (Let me interject here that I knew prayer worked and was the best thing anyone could do. But at that moment I REALLY needed to hear something more.) I replied, “Yes”. He then said, “OK – good. Do you believe that God is perfect love?” To which I said, “Yes I do” – Uncertain as to where this was going.

He smiled at me, leaned back in his chair interlocking his fingers with his hands resting on his chest and said, “Rebecca, did God ever prevent you from making stupid decisions?” I said, “No.” He said, “Well, when you made those decisions, did God prevent you from experiencing consequences?” Again I said, “No.” He then asked, “And when you had those consequences hard enough that you asked for His help – did God turn you away?” I answered, “No.” He replied, “OK – so then, did God swoop in and make all your consequences just go away?” I laughed and said, “Uhhhh…no!” Where he would take this conversation next changed my life forever. He leaned forward, with his left elbow resting on the arm of his chair and right hand on his knee, smiling, and said, “Rebecca…so why are you trying to out-love God?” I sat for a moment stunned, attempting to process what he had just said to me, while he proceeded to say: “God is the most perfect example of love any of us could ever have and through that He demonstrates how to love others. It isn’t preventing them from making poor choices, it isn’t ignoring them or punishing them, it isn’t making them do what is right and it isn’t stopping consequences and pain from being experienced. You have got to re-define love.”

In that moment it was as if a curtain was pulled back revealing a truth before me that had been there all along, but I had been blind to: That loving someone didn’t mean being God for them, rather, loving them meant relying upon God for wisdom in knowing how to love them in a way that was healthy. I realized that it was not for me to fix him, make him not use or even convince him of the truth – rather, to share with him a solution, set healthy boundaries and be willing to offer assistance should he decide to take action for his own recovery. On my own strength I could never have stuck to this and would have remained in the situation I had found myself in. Thankfully I found that getting support, taking suggestions and utilizing guidance from others who had more experience than me, was the greatest asset I had.

Whether you are a family member who is also in addiction, (or some other form of), recovery, OR are solely the family member of someone with addiction, etc... I encourage you in knowing that there IS hope and you are NOT alone! If you or a loved one struggles in this area, there are many people ready to offer you support in your community through groups such as Al-Anon, Nar-Anon, Celebrate Recovery, Freedom and more.  You can connect with people in person and/or on-line and begin the road to recovery and wholeness today!                                                                     

© 2015-2021 Rebecca Balko

AA - The Great Destroyer

So far, I’ve been alive and kicking on this planet for 47 years and in that time I’ve been active, at one point or another, in schools, churches, marching band, clubs, youth groups, jobs, fellowships, committees and more. I’ve been interested in drawing, photography, swimming, springboard diving, playing musical instruments, stand up comedy, educating children and adults, snorkeling, writing, public speaking, etc.. I consider the things most important in my life to be my relationship with God, my recovery, marriage, step daughters and family, my friends and my job. 

In each of these areas, the experiences have had a wide range of outcomes, from very good to very bad – very happy to very sad. Among the areas of interest I have a couple of examples which are as follows:

I joined the band in 6th grade and remained in until my Jr. Year of High School. In that time I learned to play the flute and piccolo. I had the experience of playing in the halftime show for the Dallas Cowboys vs. Pittsburgh Steelers Game: Marching in the NYC Macy’s Day Parade and marching on top of one of the World Trade Towers for the Guinness Book of World Records, with the chance to possibly go to CA for the Rose Bowl parade my senior year. I briefly did springboard diving as a youth and seemed to be a natural – my first competition was a county meet and I got 6th place, which was thrilling to say the least. (My coach told my mom he believed I had the ability to become very good).

With regards to the things most important to me: I also enjoyed the experience of believing in God and finding out I had a purpose in my life through Him; Learning that there was a solution to be found in living life based on some very simple and concise principles; Getting married with all the dreams that came with it - having the added pleasure of gaining step children, and learning through all of them what it was to see that there is something in this life FAR more important than myself; Finding the joy in being a part of a loving family and discovering that in gaining friends with whom I found a deep love, even with no blood relation; Lastly, the sense of accomplishment and contentment found in a job that pushes and pulls, to allow the experience of passion for growth and development to occur.

Now all that being said, there is another side to this coin. Let me go back now and tell you:

When I joined the band in 6th grade I found out that when I heard a song I could play it without the need to read the music. It was incredibly exciting – no matter what it was, in a very short time I could sound it out and play it. So I chose to never learn to read music and went undiscovered until my Jr. Year of High School – when trying out for seats in winter band. (A new tryout room had been made that was sound proof and so I couldn’t prepare before I came in.) When I went to try out and didn’t know the song I was faced with being “last chair”. Needless to say, my Director was shocked that I couldn’t read one note. Humiliated – “I quit” and dreams of the Rose Bowl Parade went with it. Although my diving coach had expressed a belief that I had considerable ability, I couldn’t stand the fact that I wasn’t winning 1st place shortly after that first meet and ultimately I chose to leave diving.

Although having a “belief” in God and that He had a purpose for me, it wasn’t very “fast”, so instead I pursued a quick fix by making drugs and alcohol my solution – ultimately leading to my utter destruction; I got clean and learned that there were some principles by which I could live and my life would change in ways I couldn’t imagine, but it just took to long – so I used again…and fell apart again; I had a family who loved me and believed in me, but I did not appreciate what they had to offer, busying myself instead by looking for happiness elsewhere – and they were hurt; I got married with a lot of dreams, but my relationship selection was based on “need” rather than “like”…and that never ends well – so divorce followed; In marriage I had step children…and in divorce I lost them – a pain I didn’t even know was possible; I had a couple of good friends…but sadly, I didn’t know how to be one and so people were hurt that never should have been; I had jobs and even had employers who believed in me and encouraged me to no avail – because I was never satisfied with what I had, always wanting something better and if it wasn’t…wanting nothing at all.

ALL of this can be attributed to AA, as it is, in my experience, the number one destroyer of dreams, families, jobs, joys, friendships, futures and a myriad of other things. It leads eyes away from the awesome prize of ALL that life has to offer. It causes the grass to continually be greener on the other side of that fence. It causes a haze of gray to cover those things in life so precious they shine like a diamond in the summer sun – so that their beauty is allowed to be lost.

Yes, AA leads people everyday down a slow and subtle path of demise, leaving a wake of pain and destruction behind. Arrogance and Apathy – the deadly duo: Arrogance leads to an inability to see beyond our own self-centeredness. It causes wisdom to fall to the wayside because it has ALL the answers. It never needs to look at itself and requires no help. Apathy is its first cousin, leading to the selfish tendency to say to one's self – “It’ll be fine – don’t worry about it” or “I’ll do it later”…but later never comes.

Thankfully there is a solution to this deadly duo and it is to begin with an acknowledgement to one’s self that this problem exists and then asking for help - whether it is with a trusted friend, a professional or better yet and with the God who made us. The next step is to take suggestions and direction from one or all of those mentioned above and put action behind it. In fact the best cure in the world for AA, is to: Talk about it; Acknowledge its existence to ourselves; (and) To follow that with deliberate action in those areas which have been affected, in order to set right the wrongs that have occurred.

I can say with assurance, that all is never lost forever, that wholeness CAN be restored and a new life can begin. It’s my hope that if you struggle with AA -that you will reach out today and ask for help so that your tomorrows will bring you joy!

 © 2014-2021 Rebecca Balko