In the Middle of the Mess: Strength for This Beautiful, Broken Life

In the Middle of the Mess: Strength for This Beautiful, Broken Life


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How do you turn your struggles into strengths? Beloved Bible teacher Sheila Walsh teaches readers how the daily spiritual practices of confession, meditation on God’s Word, and prayer result in fresh freedom in Christ.

In her long-awaited new book, Sheila Walsh equips women with a practical method for connecting with God’s strength in the midst of struggle. From daily frustrations that can feel like overwhelming obstacles to hard challenges that turn into rock-bottom crises, women will find the means to equip themselves for standing strong with God. Using the spiritual applications of confession, prayer, and meditation on Scripture to form a daily connection to Jesus, women will learn how to experience new joy as a child of God who is fully known, fully loved, and fully accepted.

In In the Middle of the Mess, Walsh reveals the hardened defenses that kept her from allowing God into her deepest hurts and shares how entering into a safe place with God and practicing this daily connection with him have saved her from the devil’s prowling attacks. Though we will never be completely “fixed” on earth, we are continually held by Jesus, whatever our circumstances.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781400204915
Publisher: Nelson, Thomas, Inc.
Publication date: 11/07/2017
Pages: 192
Sales rank: 1,131,927
Product dimensions: 6.20(w) x 9.10(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

Sheila Walsh is a powerful communicator, Bible teacher, and bestselling author with more than five million books sold. She is the author of the award-winning Gigi, God’s Little Princess series, Peace for Today, Loved Back to Life, The Storm Inside, Five Minutes with Jesus and The Longing in Me. She is cohost of Life Today with James and Betty Robison. Sheila lives in Dallas, Texas, with her husband, Barry, and son, Christian.

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Everyday Salvation

First there is the fall, and then we recover from the fall. Both are the mercy of God.

— Julian of Norwich

Every morning the sun comes up anyway.

— Rich Mullins

I looked at my face in my dressing room mirror-pale and tired. I was losing weight. I wasn't trying to, but I didn't have the heart to eat these days. I felt sick and cold inside. What was wrong with me?

It was time for my daily television show, and Gail, our floor director, entered my room. "Five minutes to air," she said. I picked up my notes, headed out into the studio, and took my seat on the set of Heart to Heart with Sheila Walsh.

The lights came up, and the heat set against my cheeks. The director pointed to me, and I opened.

"Hello, and welcome. I'm sure you've heard other recording artists perform songs such as 'Sing Your Praise to the Lord' and 'Awesome God.' Today's guest has written these and other hit songs. But not only is he a writer and recording artist, he also feels a responsibility to be real, to tell the truth, to be genuine with his audiences. His latest album, The World As Best As I Remember It, Volume 2, gives us a hint: he spends time thinking about life. Welcome, Rich Mullins."

The studio audience offered conservative church applause, and the cameras turned to Rich at the piano as he sang, "Oh God, You are my God, and I will ever praise You." There was something about the way he sang, the depth of his lyrics, and the pain that welled into that chorus; it was as if that aching was just beneath the surface, haunting his music. It was both a comforting and unsettling piece, the kind of song that leaves you feeling raw and ragged. The lyrics bored down to the place where my secret lived, a secret I could never tell.

After playing his opening number, Rich walked from the piano and took a seat opposite me on the studio set. The applause died down, and I asked Rich my first question. "What are the most important things in your life?"

I still remember his answer.

"At any given moment it might be slightly different, but I would imagine that nothing would be more important than becoming fully who you were supposed to be. You know what I mean? For me, that's what salvation is all about."

I wish I'd known how profound his response was. I wish I'd dug deeper and asked him to talk more about his understanding of salvation, the process of becoming more fully who we're supposed to be. I had no idea how much I would need his wisdom in the weeks and years ahead — the wisdom of a thirty-six-year-old musician. Instead, I pushed forward with my preplanned questions.

"How are you different at thirty-six than twenty-six?"

"Oh, I'm very different," he said. "I have failed enough that I've learned that it's not the end of the world to make mistakes ... every morning the sun comes up anyway. I think when you stop being afraid of failing, you become a lot more free."

Throughout the interview, Rich talked about accountability, community, and the loneliness of not being known. He was speaking to my deepest pains, my deepest needs, but I didn't quite understand yet. What's more, I didn't know how to ask for help. The very idea of being free, of being fully who God created me to be, felt cruel and unattainable.

I didn't know God had a plan in place to help me understand. I didn't know that in just a few weeks everything in my life would come crashing down and this would be the beginning of a fresh understanding of salvation for me. I didn't know that this kind of salvation — the salvation Rich spoke of — isn't a pretty process. Sometimes it's a costly, bloody mess.

I hadn't thought about this interview with Rich Mullins in years, but his name kept coming up in conversations. So I decided to find the interview on YouTube. When I did, I asked my husband, Barry, if he wanted to watch it with me. The familiar music began, and as the show opened, I was transported back to that time and place.

Neither of us said anything for a few moments. Then Barry asked, "Do you see the date of this show?"

"Yes. It's May 1992," I said. Then I realized the significance of the date.

"How long was it before you ended up in the psych hospital?"

"Three months."

"But you look fine. If I didn't know, I'd never believe you were on the edge of a breakdown."

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was right. I looked very put together and in control, but I was dying inside, disappearing a little more every day.

"I was very good at looking fine. That was one of my problems."

"It's not only that. Listen to your accent," Barry said. "I've watched some shows you taped in 1990. But here, you sound so much more Scottish. I wonder why?"

I thought for a moment, remembering those dark days. "I think I was falling down a hole back to where it all began," I said.

My interview with Rich was only weeks before my collapse, but I looked fine.

Day after day, I sat with a studio audience and told them that God loved them and everything would turn out well. And I believed this with all my heart — at least for the audience members. But I was utterly convinced that I was too far away, too lost inside myself for the good news to reach my every pain. There were broken places I'd hidden from light so I didn't have to feel the pain quite so much, but those places were pushed deep into my soul, far away from healing too.

Perhaps I hid the pain because it was in the past, and I knew one day I'd be home with Christ and all my struggles would be gone. I just had to hang on until then. I believed the past was taken care of and the future was secure. But I didn't know how to live fully saved, fully myself, fully in the present. I didn't understand what Rich meant when he said salvation is found in becoming fully who you are supposed to be — right now, in the present.

I wonder how many people live the same way. How many of our friends? Our family members? Our fellow churchgoers? I wonder how many pastors step into their pulpits on Sunday mornings bringing words of life and hope to others while they keep their pain secretly hidden?

Frederick Buechner paints a picture of it: "The preacher pulls the little cord that turns on the lectern light and deals out his note cards like a riverboat gambler. The stakes have never been higher. Two minutes from now he may have lost his listeners completely to their own thoughts, but at this minute he has them in the palm of his hand."

Will he tell the truth? Will he let us into his mess? It's a hard thing to do when everyone looks to you for help. The temptation to say the right thing is almost insufferable.

God is good.
You can hear these words booming from the pulpit, can't you?

The trouble is — and this was true of me all those years ago — many of us already know the right thing to say, and we let it roll off our tongues without hesitation. But if we were to stop and ponder, we might find that what is intended to be a helpful reminder can also be a dangerous prison. It can also make us feel that there's something wrong with us.

I wonder how many of my churchgoing friends believe that sharing the broken truth about their lives would alienate them from church? Are they asking, "If God is good, why do I still feel so bad inside? If God loves me, why do I feel so alone, so unloved?" For years, I appeared on television or stood onstage and talked about the love and mercy of God. What I didn't understand was just how wide and deep that mercy is. I didn't understand that I still needed saving — from the secrets, lies, and pain that haunted me.

My internal pain is difficult to speak aloud because it's so unspeakably complicated. There's no easy way to sugarcoat this. I've been tormented by thoughts of suicide for most of my life — first of my father's, then of my own. Is this a shocking confession? It is to most people, and it should be. But when someone you love takes their life, when suicide moves from the realm of the unthinkable to part of your family story, the demons of that reality come calling.

When I was very young I didn't think about ending my life. As a child it was different. I had a recurring nightmare — I was about to be executed for a crime I hadn't committed. I was led down a long corridor to an execution chamber, which was stone on one side and glass on the other. I could see my family through the glass, but they couldn't see me. They were talking and laughing and couldn't hear my screams for help. I woke up each night, sweating and heart pounding, just as I reached the chamber. I'd crawl out of bed and hide in the toy closet covered in my soft toys until the morning. I never told anyone. It was my shameful little secret.

The dreams haunted and haunted, and when I was nineteen, it all became too much. I was a student at London Theological Seminary, training to become a missionary in India. I didn't realize it then, but I had convinced myself that if I became a missionary — if I did something I didn't really want to do but did it for God — then God would see how much I loved Him. Maybe He'd take away the pain, the torment, the nightmares. But no matter what I did, or how hard I tried, it never felt like enough. The pain and fear never passed. I came to believe that I would never balance the scales; I'd never be able to pay for what I'd done to my family. The nightmares would never stop. And so, I took a train into the heart of London on a dreary English evening. I walked around in the rain for a while until I was soaked to the skin.

My life didn't make sense to me. I loved God and I believed He loved me, but I felt lost and sad. After hours, I hustled to the station to catch the last train, and that's when it happened. I walked to the bridge over the railway tracks and looked down. The voices came: Jump! Just jump. It'll be over in a moment.

The voices called, but I woke up to the terrifying darkness of it all. I mustered my courage and called out the only name that I knew would help: "Jesus!" The voices stopped, and I stepped away from the edge, from the execution chamber, and back onto the safety of the bridge. Heart pounding, tears rolling down my face, I felt ashamed and frightened. It was the first time I remember the feeling that would become so commonplace in my adult years. I was afraid of myself.

This would be an easier story to tell if it had only happened once, but it didn't. Some nights, I've looked at a bottle of pills and thought how easy it would be to swallow the whole lot. I had other thoughts of jumping, of slitting my wrists.

Thirty years after that night on the bridge those suicidal thoughts remained. Sometimes it would be a fleeting thought, but there was one night when I knew that I was in a battle for my life. I don't remember much about that day, but as evening fell I felt such a weight of darkness on my soul. Fifteen years earlier I had been diagnosed with clinical depression, but that night I began to understand the hellish dance between depression and spiritual warfare.

Christian had fallen fast asleep. Barry could tell I wasn't doing well and suggested I take a bath and relax. I couldn't. I told him I was fine and just needed a little alone time. As the night wore on, the house grew cold and still, and it felt as if evil had crawled through cracks in the wall. The evil seeped across the floorboards and down to my toes. It crept up my shins, up my torso, up my neck. It stuck to me.

The weapon that night was a large knife. I saw it lying on the draining board in the kitchen, and the voices were deafening.

Just pick it up. It won't hurt. It will be over soon. You don't have to live like this anymore.

I walked into the living room and lay facedown on the carpet. All I could say over and over was one name: "Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!" The hours passed — one o'clock, two o'clock. At three in the morning something inside me shifted. I remembered whose I was. I stood up and shouted out, "No!" I picked up a verse I've known since I was a child and wielded it like a weapon, "For everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved" (Rom. 10:13 hcsb).

I called that verse out loud and I believed it. I called on His name and believed Him. I had been saved from hell and into eternity ever since, as an eleven-year-old girl, I accepted Jesus as my Savior. But that night I needed saving in the present, and I knew it. It wasn't that I needed to become a Christian again; instead, I needed the power of the living Word of God to save me from the present tormentors. And that night, as I called on the name of the Lord, I found Him pushing back the darkness, the evil-all those suicidal thoughts. I felt Him saving me.

This is the truth I would discover that night: Christ came to save us in this present moment. The gift of salvation is God's active, present gift to us, no matter where we are.

That was the night I truly grasped the truth of Ephesians 6:12. My battle was "not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms" (niv). And this battle was one for my life.

It's the same in your life, too, isn't it? Even if you aren't plagued by depression or thoughts of suicide, you have your own struggles, big and small. Perhaps you're a single mom at the end of your rope. You feel all alone, and at times you take your frustration out on the ones you love the most.

Maybe you just can't get your head above water financially, and every day feels like a struggle to make ends meet.

Perhaps your own body has betrayed you. Chronic sickness is debilitating not only to the body but also to the soul.

Or perhaps you work with people who make life difficult. No matter what you try to make things better, they seem committed to making your life hard.

Sometimes it's the great, big darkness that swallows us whole. But often, it's the small, daily things that wear us down the most. How can we be saved from the very things that are woven into the tapestry of our daily lives?

Too often the meaning of salvation is reduced to a simplistic formula. The very question "Are you saved?" implies a once-and-for-all action. In terms of receiving Christ as Savior, asking to be forgiven for our sins, it's certainly that. And that would be all we'd need if the presence of sin was gone the moment we became Christians. You just tick the box and move on. If all our brokenness was healed the moment we came to Christ, we'd have no need to call on His name over and over again — but that's not my story, and I suspect it's not yours either.

My friend Nicky Gumbel, vicar of Holy Trinity Church in London, wrote, "'Salvation' ... is a huge and comprehensive word. It means 'freedom' ... There are three tenses of salvation: we have been set free from the penalty of sin, we are being set free from the power of sin and we will be set free from the presence of sin."

So, when you confess your sin to Christ, your past is gone — the penalty paid in full. And in this confession, we also know that Christ secures our glorious, eternal future. This eternal future is one free of sin, grief, and pain. As John wrote in the book of Revelation, "God Himself will be with them and be their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. Death will no longer exist; grief, crying, and pain will exist no longer, because the previous things have passed away" (21:3-4 hcsb).

But that's not it; there's more.

There is a present-tense salvation, one that's offered to us right now in the middle of our mess. Salvation is far greater and more present than we imagine. The Greek word for is sozo. It means "to save, to deliver, to heal, and to make whole." And that delivering, that healing, is a daily and ongoing process.

Christ can save us from the present experience of pain and shame, no matter how ugly the internal terrain is. To me, my present pain is unspeakably ugly, and it's been that way since long before the night in the London train station. I've kept secrets for so long — still do from time to time. I've nursed shame the way a child nurses a blanket. In those days, I didn't know how desperately I needed Christ's ongoing salvation. I didn't even know it was available, but as I look back over my life, Jesus was standing with outstretched arms offering it in so many ways: through the Word, His church, and a ragamuffin musician like Rich Mullins. He wanted to free me to be who I was created to be — one who didn't struggle with secrets and shame.

Do you want that kind of freedom? Freedom to be who you were meant to be apart from your own pain and shame, big or small?

You might wonder whether this kind of salvation is possible for you. Can we live in this world without fear of failing and without the shame attached to it? I think it depends on how you define failing.


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Table of Contents

Foreword xi

Introduction xiii

Chapter 1 Everyday Salvation 1

Chapter 2 Burying Our Secrets 17

Chapter 3 The Walls We Build 31

Chapter 4 You Don't Have to Hide 43

Chapter 5 No More Bumper-Sticker Faith 55

Chapter 6 Let Go 69

Chapter 7 Beautifully Broken 83

Chapter 8 Rejecting the Lies We've Believed 97

Chapter 9 Get Back Up 111

Chapter 10 You Are Braver Than You Know 125

Chapter 11 Fully Known and Fully Loved 137

Chapter 12 Miracles in the Middle of the Mess 149

Acknowledgments 165

Notes 167

About the Author 169

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In the Middle of the Mess: Strength for This Beautiful, Broken Life 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read
CherryPie0420 More than 1 year ago
I have struggled with clinical depression for the majority of my life. It is something I do not like to talk about. It's a scarlet letter that I try to hide from the world and I have built up a wall to keep many people from penetrating it. Some can empathize but unless you suffer from the same disease it's hard to really understand the thoughts, emotions, and fight that go along with depression. Depression is hard and it hurts. Sheila Walsh understands this plight. Suffering from clinical depression herself, I immediately felt a kindred spirit when I began to read In the Middle of the Mess. Sheila is raw, and real, pouring her heart onto every page. She does not sugarcoat her journey through depression and dealing with the loss of her mother, but instead embraces it and focuses on the blessings that can be gleaned from the messy times in our lives. The truths within this book will pierce your heart as you read the various stories from Sheila's personal life and even though I hate that Sheila has been through everything that she has been through, there is a solace in knowing that I am not alone in my daily struggle with depression. I put down In the Middle of the Mess feeling more empowered than I have in a long time. I am not alone in this fight and neither are you. *I received a complimentary copy of this book from Thomas Nelson through NetGalley in exchange for an honest, unbiased review. All opinions are my own.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very good insight and reminders that God is love
JennGrand More than 1 year ago
The inside cover of this book begins with the question, “Are you afraid your mess is too big for God?” Wow. I feel like most of our first instincts would be to say, “of course not!” But when it comes down to it, in reality, sometimes our answer would turn out to be yes. None of us is free of messiness in this life. Try as we may, we will never be perfect. We will screw up, we will be disappointed, we will be hurt. And Jesus is right there in the middle of it with us, if only we allow him into our mess. Sheila Walsh shares through personal experience what it is like to allow Jesus to enter into the messes of life, and how life changing it is to receive his love, grace and acceptance in the midst of a less-than perfect life. This is an amazing book for anyone going through a struggle or trial, or even anyone who doesn’t think they are, because one day soon enough you probably will be facing some kind of struggle and this book will be an amazing tool you will want in your life!
MelissaF More than 1 year ago
Wow. I needed to read this book. This is probably the best non-fiction book I read in 2017. I have never read anything by Sheila before but I have heard her speak a few times in Women of Faith conferences and I always enjoyed her. This book is raw and messy. Sheila gets real with her emotions. I was worried at times that it might become depressing but it really didn't. She talks about how we need to keep going to Jesus with our stuff, keep confessing. It isn't one time fix all. It can be, of course. But more often than not we need to keep going to Jesus. He loves that! He wants us to come to him with our junk. She also talks about the importance of sharing your junk with others (I couldn't agree more) and having a community of people who you can go to when you are feeling weak. There is a reflection at the end of each chapter that takes you deeper in your own journey. I can't recommend this one enough. A copy of this book was given to me. All opinions are my own. 
pdillagrace More than 1 year ago
I always enjoy reading and hearing about an individual’s journey through life and how God uses even our messes for His purpose. Reading about Sheila’s experiences was no different. I’m sure many readers can relate in different ways to her testimony as did I in some ways, but I believe it will have a greater impact ministering directly to the hearts of those in specific situations with specific needs. I was given an advance reader copy of this book in exchange for my honest opinion.
SusanMB More than 1 year ago
I loved “In the Middle of the Mess” by Sheila Walsh! Her honest, inspirational, and authentic words spoke to my soul. She beautifully writes to the reader in the same way we need to speak to Jesus, honest and soul-baring. Sheila speaks from a place of raw vulnerability and walks the reader through the trenches she traversed and later saw how God was there with her the whole time. It’s a poignant and honest perspective on our darkness and the Lord’s light. Sheila shares that we don’t need to hide our hurts or anger from Jesus thinking He’ll dismiss us, instead He will hold us closer in our times of need. Sheila Walsh has battled depression and suicidal thoughts throughout her life. At times Sheila felt she wasn’t worth saving until the night she realized that “the gift of Salvation is God’s active, present gift to us, no matter where we are.” She goes on to tell the reader how to be free to be who we are meant to be apart from our pain and shame. Sheila shares the heartbreaking grief of losing her Mom and Dad in such a tender, relatable way which touched my heart. She writes of the truth and healing she received as she walked through the loss of both her parents. The author states that “In the Middle of the Mess” is an invitation to find healing and strength in the middle of our mess. I loved the message of needing to unearth the pain, anger, and fears to Jesus and to be real with Him because He will be there to give us salvation. So powerful! She goes on to say that we need to confess what we’re feeling each day, trusting Him, knowing He is with us. We need to be truthful and dig deep. Sheila Walsh has found that confessing in the darkness to Jesus daily has made her feel secure and held and that He loves her despite and because of her darkness. She conveys that people might not be comfortable with their truths which makes them even more important to let go of. Sheila invites Christ into the dark places. She emphasizes how important it is to confess all parts of ourselves to Him, to be honest, no matter how bad or hard it is to speak it out. It's the confession that we know how much we’re loved. A few of my many favorite quotes from “In the Middle of the Mess” by Sheila Walsh: “When I stop reaching from a place of pain and instead respond by taking my wounds to God, I find peace. By meditating on His great love for me, even in the middle of my messy emotions, I find strength. Only then can I understand that I am a well-loved child of God. Only then can I respond from a place of love.” “Telling the truth to Christ saves us, right there in the middle of the mess.” “I’m not afraid of the pain; I’m afraid of the silence that leaves us all alone. I’m afraid of the secrets that left you all alone. Amid the silence and secrets, it’s easy to believe every desperate lie inside our heads, every monster that hurts us.” “So, I’m punching a hole in the silence. I’m kicking in the door of secrets that keep us cold and lonely.” I absolutely loved In the Middle of the Mess and I am grateful to Sheila Walsh for pouring out her heart and soul into this much-needed message. Her faith-filled words are inspirational and encouraging! Sheila’s book is a blessing and I am confident her words will touch many hearts. Thank you, Sheila, for putting words to those dark places we all carry within.
Teresa_Konopka More than 1 year ago
While the cover features a broken teacup and the title boasts words like "mess" and "broken life", I was not expected for how intense this book would be. Readers learn firsthand about the author's father who committed suicide after he escaped from a mental hospital. They also learn about the author's mother and how her death affected those around her; the mother's sad case of Alzheimer's is detailed. Readers also learn about the author's nervous breakdown, thoughts of suicide, and mental institution visits. Yes, there are triumphant areas of this book where the author speaks about God and quotes Bible verses. This book has Christian undertones as there are many references to Jesus. There is definitely hope in this story, and I'm sure many readers will respect how far Walsh has come in her own personal journey of healing. However, given how depressing the majority of this book is, I definitely want to warn readers. This is not a book to make you smile.