Unglued: Making Wise Choices in the Midst of Raw Emotionsby Lysa TerKeurst
God gave us emotions to experience life, not destroy it! Lysa Ter Keurst admits that she, like most women, has had experiences where others bump into her happy and she comes emotionally unglued. We stuff, we explode, or we react somewhere in between. What do we do with these raw emotions? Is it really possible to make emotions work for us instead of against us? Yes… See more details below
God gave us emotions to experience life, not destroy it! Lysa Ter Keurst admits that she, like most women, has had experiences where others bump into her happy and she comes emotionally unglued. We stuff, we explode, or we react somewhere in between. What do we do with these raw emotions? Is it really possible to make emotions work for us instead of against us? Yes, and in her usual inspiring and practical way, Lysa will show you how. Filled with gut-honest personal examples and biblical teaching, Unglued will equip you to: Know with confidence how to resolve conflict in your important relationships. Find peace in your most difficult relationships as you learn to be honest but kind when offended. Identify what type of reactor you are and how to significantly improve your communication. Respond with no regrets by managing your tendencies to stuff, explode, or react somewhere in between. Gain a deep sense of calm by responding to situations out of your control without acting out of control.
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UngluedMaking wise choices in the midst of raw emotions
By Lysa TerKeurst
ZondervanCopyright © 2012 Lysa TerKeurst
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Chapter OneAn Invitation to Imperfect Progress
Emotions aren't bad. But try telling that to my brain at 2:08 a.m. when I should be sleeping instead of mentally beating myself up.
Why had I become completely unglued about bathroom towels? Towels, for heaven's sake. Towels!
The master bathroom is the favorite bathroom in our house. Although my three girls share a small bathroom upstairs, they much prefer our more spacious bathroom downstairs. As a result, our bath towels are frequently hijacked. I'll hop out of the tub and reach for the freshly laundered towel I hung on the rack the day before only to discover it isn't there. Ugh. So, I wind up using a hand towel. (A hand towel. Can you feel my pain?) And while using said hand towel, I am muttering under my breath, "I'm banning the girls from our bathroom." Then, of course, I never do anything to make the situation better. And the same scene repeats itself time and time again.
I'd been dealing with the bath towel, or lack thereof, situation for quite a while before Art got involved. Up to this point, he had somehow managed to escape the woes of using a hand towel. But not this day. And his happiness did not abound upon discovering nothing but air where the towel should have been.
Since I happened to be nearby, he asked if I might please go get him a towel. I marched upstairs, convinced I'd find every towel we own strewn randomly about in my girls' rooms. I was preparing a little scolding speech as I marched, marched, marched up the stairs. With each step I felt more and more stern. But when I went from room to room, there were no towels. None. How could this be? Completely baffled, I then went into the laundry room. Nope, no towels there either. What in the world? Meanwhile, I felt a tightening knot of tension in my neck as Art again called out for a towel.
"I'm coming, for heaven's sake," I snapped back as I walked to the linen closet where the beach towels are kept.
"You'll just have to use one of these," I said, tossing a large Barbie beach towel over the shower door.
"What?" he asked, "Isn't this the towel the dogs sleep on?"
"Oh good gracious, it was clean and folded in the linen closet. I wouldn't give you a towel the dogs had been on!" Now my voice came out high-pitched, and it was clear I was really annoyed.
"Uggghhhh. Is it too much to ask for a clean towel?" Art was asking a question, but to me it was more like a statement. A judgment. Of me.
"Why do you always do that?!" I screamed. "You take simple mistakes and turn them into slams against me! Did I take the towels and hide them who-knows-where? No! Did I let the dogs sleep on the Barbie towel? No! And furthermore, that isn't the Barbie towel the dogs were sleeping on. We have three Barbie towels—so there! Now you have the dadgum 4-1-1 on the towel issue. And none of this is my fault!"
I headed upstairs in a huff to give the girls a piece of my mind. "Never! Ever! Ever! You are not allowed to use the towels in our bathroom ever, ever, ever again! Do you understand me?!" The girls just looked at me, dumbfounded that I was getting this upset over towels, and then started profusely declaring that they didn't have said towels.
Back downstairs, I grabbed my purse, slammed the door, and screeched the tires as I angrily peeled out of the driveway on my way to a meeting. A meeting for which I was now late and in no mood to participate. It was probably some meeting about being kind to your family. I wouldn't know. My mind was a blur the rest of the day.
And now it's 2:08 a.m. and I can't sleep.
I'm sad because of the way I acted today. I'm disappointed in my lack of self-control. I'm sad that I accused my girls when later I found the towels in my son's room. Go figure. And the more I relive my towel tirade, the more my brain refuses sleep.
I have to figure this out. What is my problem? Why can't I seem to control my reactions? I stuff. I explode. And I don't know how to get a handle on this. But God help me if I don't get a handle on this. I will destroy the relationships I value most and weave into my life permanent threads of short-temperedness, shame, fear, and frustration. Is that what I really want? Do I want my headstone to read, "Well, on the days she was nice she was really nice. But on the days she wasn't, rest assured, hell hath no fury like the woman who lies beneath the ground right here"?
No. That's not what I want. Not at all. I don't want the script of my life to be written that way. So, at 2:08 a.m., I vow to do better tomorrow. But better proves illusive, and my vow wears thin in the face of daily annoyances and other unpleasant realities. Tears slip and I'm worn out from trying. Always trying.
So who says emotions aren't bad? I feel like mine are. I feel broken. Unglued, actually. I have vowed to do better at 2:08 a.m. and 8:14 a.m. and 3:37 p.m. and 9:49 p.m. and many other minutes in between. I know what it's like to praise God one minute and in the next minute yell and scream at my child—and then to feel both the burden of my destructive behavior and the shame of my powerlessness to stop it.
I also know what it's like to be on the receiving end of unglued behavior and to experience that painful sting of disrespect that makes me want to hurt the one who hurt me.
And the emotional demands keep on coming. Unrelenting insecurity. Wondering if anyone appreciates me. Feeling tired, stressed, hormonal.
Feeling unglued is really all I've ever known. And I'm starting to wonder if maybe it's all I'll ever be.
Those were the defeating thoughts I couldn't escape. Maybe you can relate. If you relate to my hurt, I pray you will also relate to my hope.
The Hope of Imperfect Progress
What kept me from making changes was the feeling that I wouldn't do it perfectly. I knew I'd still mess up and the changes wouldn't come instantly. Sometimes we girls think if we don't make instant progress, then real change isn't coming. But that's not so. There is a beautiful reality called imperfect progress. The day I realized the glorious hope of this kind of imperfect change is the day I gave myself permission to believe I really could be different.
Imperfect changes are slow steps of progress wrapped in grace ... imperfect progress. And good heavens, I need lots of that. So, I dared to write this in my journal:
Progress. Just make progress. It's okay to have setbacks and the need for do-overs. It's okay to draw a line in the sand and start over again—and again. Just make sure you're moving the line forward. Move forward. Take baby steps, but at least take steps that keep you from being stuck. Then change will come. And it will be good.
These honest words enabled me to begin rewriting my story. Not that I erased what came before, but I stopped rehashing it and turned the page afresh. Eventually, I started blogging about my raw emotions and imperfect changes. In response, I got comments whispering, "Me too."
"Being unglued, for me, comes from a combination of anger and fear," wrote Kathy. "I think part of it is learned behavior. This is how my father was." Courtney honestly admitted, "I come unglued when I feel out of control because my kids are screaming or fighting or whining or negotiating and won't listen. I like silence, calm, obedience, and control. When it's not going 'my way,' I come unglued and freak out and it goes quiet. And then the regret comes."
And the comments kept coming, all of them expressing the exact same struggle, the same frustration, and the same need for hope. Women with kids and women without kids. Women caring for aging parents and women struggling with being the aging parent. Women working in the home and outside the home. So many women whose daily circumstances differed but whose core issues were the same.
I realized then that maybe other women could make some imperfect progress too. And this book was born from that simple realization. But I had to laugh at the irony of it. I had just published a book called Made to Crave that dealt with what goes into my mouth. Now I was writing a book called Unglued to deal with what comes out of my mouth.
Unglued is about my imperfect progress—a rewrite for the ongoing script of my life and a do-over of sorts for my raw emotions. It's an honest admission that this struggle of reining in how I react has been hard for me. But hard doesn't mean impossible.
How hard something is often depends on your vantage point. For example, consider the shell of an egg. Looking at it from the outside, we know an eggshell is easily broken. But if you're looking at that same shell from the inside, it seems an impenetrable fortress. It's impossible for the raw white and tender yolk to penetrate the hardness of the eggshell. But given time and the proper incubation, the white and yolk develop into a new life that breaks through the shell and shakes itself free. And in the end, we can see that the hard work of cracking the shell was good for the new baby chick. The shell actually provided a place for new life to grow, and then enabled the chick to break forth in strength.
Might the same be true for our hard places? Might all this struggle with our raw emotions and unglued feelings have the exact same potential for new life and new strength?
I think so. I know so. I've seen so.
Indeed, emotions aren't bad.
The Promise of Progress
God gave us emotions. Emotions allow us to feel as we experience life. Because we feel, we connect. We share laughter and know the gift of empathy. Our emotions are what enable us to drink deeply from love and treasure it. And yes, we also experience difficult emotions such as sadness, fear, shame, and anger. But might these be important as well? Just as touching a hot stove signals our hand to pull back, might our hot emotions be alerting us to potential danger?
Yes, but I must remember God gave me emotions so I could experience life, not destroy it. There is a gentle discipline to it all. One I'm learning.
So, in the midst of my struggle and from the deep places of my heart, I scrawled out simple words about lessons learned, strategies discovered, Scriptures applied, imperfections understood, and grace embraced. I wrote about peace found, peace misplaced, flaws admitted, and forgiveness remembered. I celebrated progress made.
And that's the promise of this book. Progress. Nothing more. Nothing less. We won't seek instant change or quick fixes. We'll seek progress. Progress that will last long after the last page is turned.
We will walk through our progress together. You're not alone. Neither am I. Isn't that good to know? Isn't it good to have this little space and time together where it's okay to be vulnerable with what we've stuffed and to be honest about what we've spewed?
There will be tender mercies for the raw emotions. No need to bend under the weight of past mistakes. That kind of bending breaks us. And there has already been enough brokenness here. No, we won't bend from the weight of our past, but we will bow to the One who holds out hope for a better future. It's a truth-filled future in which God reveals how emotions can work for us instead of against us.
Our progress is birthed in this truth, wrapped in the understanding that our emotions can work for us instead of against us. And then we get to cultivate that progress, nurture it, and watch it grow. Eventually, others will begin to see it and take notice. That's progress, lovely progress. Imperfect progress, but progress nonetheless.
Oh dear friend, there is a reason you are reading these words. There is a hurt we share. But might we also drink deeply from God's cup of hope and grace and peace as well? The fresh page is here for the turning. A new script is waiting to be written. And together we will be courageous women gathering up our unglued experiences and exchanging them for something new. New ways. New perspectives. New me. New you. And it will be good to make this imperfect progress together.
Chapter TwoI'm Not a Freak-out Woman
Sheer panic had me banging on the control, alt, and delete buttons simultaneously. "Please! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" I turned off the computer, rebooted, and hoped beyond all reason that this little glitch was in fact little.
"Please work," I urgently whispered, hoping to appeal to the tender side of this machine I didn't have a clue how to fix.
My daughter had wanted to show me something really cool on the computer, so we snuggled up and waited for the website to load. Suddenly, a black warning box flashed up instead, covering most of my screen. You know it's not a good sign when your computer screen demands that you send $49.95 via your credit card to the Internet Security Program because you have been infected with something only they can fix. I knew it was a scam.
But I also knew whoever was behind it had no concern for me, the project due this Friday that was now locked inside this computer, or my suddenly raw and tangled emotions. Some evil computer masterminds with too much time on their hands and brains bent toward crime were holding my computer hostage. Everything I did to try to stop the virus just made it worse.
I picked up the phone to call my computer guy only to discover something had also messed with my phone. My entire contact list had been erased. What? I didn't even have my phone near the computer! How could both my phone and my computer go haywire at the same time?
My pulse raced. "You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me!" I yelled while banging the side of my phone into my hand. Surely a little sideways jolt would reconnect whatever had gotten disconnected inside. Surely.
Then things got inexplicably worse. I suddenly felt like I was living out the lyrics of a bad country song when, in addition to all things technical going wrong, my dog started getting sick all over my bedroom carpet. Of course, it had to be the carpet. Ninety percent of the flooring downstairs is either wood or tile, which makes cleanup easy. But easy just wouldn't do in this moment.
Surely one of my children would be eager to help me. But whining was the only response I got to my command for someone else to clean up after the dog so I could put an end to my technological Armageddon.
It was too much. Coming too fast. The perfect storm. And though I'd promised myself over and over and over I wouldn't explode, I did.
"Never, never, never will a child in this house ever be allowed to touch my computer! And if this dog throw-up isn't cleaned up by the time I walk back into my room, I'm giving the dog away!"
There would be no Proverbs 31-ish award given to me that night.
No kids to rise and call me blessed.
No husband bragging about me at the city gates.
No laughing at the days to come.
Indeed, nothing but tears and regret. Big, huge piles of regret. And dog throw-up. And a broken computer. And a psychotic cell phone.
I went to bed feeling like a cloud of yuck had wrapped itself around my head. There was no tidy ending to that day. No redeeming moment. No epiphany that rushed into my conscience and showed me how to fix it all. Just more stuff on my already overwhelming to-do list.
The next day I went to see one of those really smart computer guys, hoping to hear he could push one simple button and all would be well with my computer, my phone, and my dog. Call me Pollyanna.
In the end, he knew nothing about cell phones or dogs, and there would be no such thing as a one-button fix for my computer. The entire operating system on my laptop had been corrupted. However, he was able to retrieve most of what was stored on the hard drive. He downloaded it to an external hard drive, which he then copied over to a new computer. A new computer that cost me money I hadn't planned on spending.
I was relieved to have a working computer again but annoyed that all of this had happened in the first place. Until ...
One month later my new computer was stolen. I know. Hard to believe, but oh so painfully true.
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I really enjoyed this book. Terkeurst is a best-selling author who wrote this Christian self-help book without making it seem like an overtly self-help guide. She is the first to admit her flaws, chief among them is an occasional inability to filter the words that come out of her mouth. We all say things at times, in the heat of anger or frustration, that we later regret. Terkeurst tells many stories, some embarrassing, some painfully raw, that depict how she used her faith to help her keep her emotions in check and make the right choices. It gives simple steps to help improve our lives. I really enjoy reading books where the author reveals his or her faults and insecurities. I find it especially refreshing when the author incorporates his or her faith in the steps of improving our lives. For this reason, if you enjoy Terkeurst's book, I suggest you try Anthony Youn's engaging "In Stitches." It is the enormously entertaining, funny, and touching story of a young man who struggled through many insecurities to find his true self, his love, and even God. I highly recommend it.
It's helpful to have someone who is able to write on a subject that is applicable to us all with simple steps to move forward and walk in confidence and faith. Lysa is such a talented writer, I've really enjoyed reading her books and cannot wait to get my hands on this one!
Why did I choose this book? Because I needed some wisdom about surviving a chaotic life. And, I wasn't disappointed. In Unglued: Making Wise Choices in the Midst of Raw Emotions by Lysa Terkeurst, you'll read the authors personal time of coming 'unglued' as well as stories she witnessed. She takes these chaotic times, pulls wisdom from the Bible and offers sound advice on trusting God. Lysa Terkeurst writes to her reader in a genuine, conversational style. You will connect with her immediately and discover that we are all imperfect. It's very easy to connect with the struggles she mentions, very easy to identify that we all come unglued from time to time. The personal experiences and events were some of the most enjoyable parts of the book. Stories range from funny to heartbreaking and everything in between. If you are looking for some sound, biblical advice on dealing with a chaotic time and doing some self examination as a means to manage them, you'll enjoy this book. Use it as your next small group study. It's a great resource for women with hectic lives.
A little disappointed that it was only 155 pages, when the actual book is 192 pages. That's a lot pages missing. Why is this ??? I purchased this one on here so that I'd have a choice to take my Nook to Bible study or the actual book. Glad that I have the book with all the pages, cause will have to use it since the ebook is not complete. Otherwise, I love Lysa's books and would recommend them to everyone!
My bible study group is going through this book right now, and while we haven't finished it yet, I can already say it is a great read. Lysa shares real life experiences that make it feel like you're sitting with a girlfriend, but she also shares biblical truths that open your eyes to the importance.....and possibility.....of controlling emotions when everything around you may be chaotic and stressful. I have enjoyed it very much and would recooment this book to anyone.
Well worth getting. Be ready to mark all the helpful pithy truths. The author doesn't hesitate to use the funny and not so pretty stories from her life to illustrate the times when she has stuffed her emotions as well as when she has let them explode. Her methods of dealing with them are practical and Biblical.
I am not a self-help reader in general but her humor and frank self assessment was a breath of fresh air. I feel I can work on my imperfect self with the guidance of this book :)
Lysa is honest. She lays her junk out there for the world to see. I enjoy her writing style because it helps you see that you are not alone in the things that are happening in your head and in your world. Our Christian community needs to lay down those glued on smiles and everything is grand exteriors so we can be real people helping and supporting other real people. I highly recommend this book.
As we all live these crazy busy lives, we so often find ourselves 'reacting' to lifes crazy moments rather than taking a moment to process what just happened and why. That and so many of us do not have good christian friends to help us get through life. I thank the author for her candid portrayal of life and for sharing some of the experiences we all have.
This was a definite read for me, feeling often the way she states she felt! I have definitely already started putting her suggestions to practice!
A must buy if your looking to truly work on your emotions and dive deep into spiritual truths related to it. I do both this book and the companion devotional. There's times they repeat themselves but I have no regret buying them both because the concepts are so big and I am fully committed to changing I don't mind rereading it to make sure I'm really learning to the level of daily application.
Excellent read for any mom! Thank you for being real with where you are at great practical applications.
As always, Lysa shows you that you are not alone in your struggles and presents a light hearted but powerful tool to help you grow both personally and spiritually. An awesome tool to aid in my "imperfect progress."
Flying through this book. Very easy to read. I have already noticed a difference with my reactions.
This book helped me out so much with the way I viewed things and how I reacted to situations.
Tough because of what happened in the book but a great read.
Do you ever wonder if anyone is experiencing the same things you do, feeling the same emotions, and trying to "keep all the balls in the air at the same time"? If so, this book is for you. It is well written and you have an almost instant identity with the author. She shares some common circumstances of women and "glue" to encourage progress dealing with them.