Tattered Shirt

The last few weeks have been a whirl wind! I am surprised that July is almost over! I swear I just looked at the calendar and it was May. Why does time go by so fast, and if time is going by so fast how come things from the past can linger for so long?


Truth is… It’s not lingering. I am holding onto it! Guarding it tightly! Holding onto it because I know it to be true! The problem is, it just simply isn’t a truth. It’s just something I’ve turned into truth for myself.


God’s been working with me on letting go, carefully, compassionately and lovingly working with me on letting go. Yet I’ve been holding on tighter.


This visual came to mind this week. It was in that moment it clicked


A mother standing in front of her young daughter who is gripping a very tattered, very stained much too small shirt that the child had come to love. Maybe the little girl even thought she ran the best wearing that shirt, or that she played the best wearing that shirt, or for whatever reason she avoided getting into trouble wearing that shirt. She’s taken that shirt on as a part of her identity. Now what the child doesn’t see what the mother does. The mother sees it’s too tight, every time the little girl squeezes into it. The tight old shirt is beginning to cut off circulation in the arms. She’s is clearly uncomfortable when wearing it as now her behavior has changed, no one likes being uncomfortable and crankiness occurs maybe we can go as far as saying melt downs occur!! Then there is the fact that it looks plain ridiculous! If she could only see what the mother saw! Now this mother knows she has let this go on long enough. Everything has a time and place and it is time to end this! The mother also knows she has replaced the shirt with a brand new better one! It’s the perfect size, the child will be able to be free in the shirt, not so restricted and the best part is it’s clean!


The hard part comes now as the mother tries to pull the shirt from her beloved daughter’s hands. She knows this is going to be hard, so she’s braced herself to be calm, to be graceful, and to be just be loving!After all her daughter’s feelings are at stake. She knows what is best, but she also knows this is going to hurt. She gets her daughter’s attention slowly not pushy begins to reach for the shirt. The child begins to scream and shout. The child begins to cry, a painful as they are so emotionally attached to this shirt. The mother feels her daughter’s pain and continues on. She reminds the little girl that she loves her, she’ll always love her, but it is time to get rid of this and move on. Something better is in store. The little girl not satisfied with this, not believing this as truth backs away and struggles to get the shirt on. If her mother is going to take it from her. She’s going to have to rip it from her body!


The mother seeing this stands back, not willing to physically rip the shirt off the child. She could, she’s bigger she’s stronger.The mother knows her little girl has to let go on her own.


The child continues to scream, she continues to act out. She backs herself into a corner. Yelling she’s NEVER coming out again. She wants to be left alone! All she needs is this shirt. She doesn’t need anything, or anything one


The mother smiles sadly and reminds the little one again she loves her. She promises her that she will always be there for her, and she asks her to trust her. Now the mother sits down on the ground giving the child room,but not leaving the room. She utters an I love you again. Not once does she say. “My little one, you are being ridiculous!”Not once does she say “You’re behavior right now is stupid!” No. She just sits there “When you’re ready” She calls out to the little girl my arms open. “I will hold you, I will wipe your tears, I will kiss your cheeks. I will show you something better. I will always love you!” She’s not saying the child won’t have repercussions for this behavior as she knows every thing comes with a lesson.Every choice has an outcome.


The mother continues to sit there just loving her daughter through this. Her heart actually heavy knowing how upset her child is. She knows that she has to come to this conclusion herself.


Hours go by, it feels likes a life to the mother as the little girl, cries, gets mad, hides away and sulks. The mother never stops saying “I love you, trust me, I am here for you.”


The little girl finally grows tired of screaming, her throat hurts, her arms hurt from the shirt. She crawls out of her corner and catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. It was in that moment she sees what her mother sees. The shirt is gross, it’s too small and frankly she looks ridiculous.Tears begin to fall as she’s now embarrassed for her behavior.


The mom stands now walking over to her daughter kneeling in front of her. She holds out her arms out to her daughter.


She instantly runs to them. I am sorry she cries.


The mother holds her as she said she would. She wipes her tears as she promised she would. “Can I have your shirt now?” She asks. The little girl nods and allows her mother to peel the tight shirt off her body finally freeing her. The little girl actually notices how much better she feels. Her eyes light up when her mother revels the new shirt. She quickly puts it on and now looks at herself in the mirror. It fits perfectly!It’s clean. It’s freeing.


The mother has now taken the dirty old shirt and has throws it away, before she goes back to her daughter pulling her into her arms.Holding her tightly and reminding her how loved she is.


I’ve been struggling with holding onto my own dirty old too tight once favorite shirt. I wasn’t willing to throw it away. If it was gone who would I be?


God’s been sitting there on the floor in front of me. Arms wide open. Saying I am here. I’ll be here. I am not going to rip that away from you, you are going to have to make this choice yourself. In fact he was saying I love you so much, I am going to help prove it to you. Pops of joy planted right in front of you.Gifts of love just for you! “Look up Jacqueline. Look up from that shirt and look at the pops of joy just for you. Jacqueline, I love you so much. I am going to put people into your life who will love you! They will be able to show you just a little glimpse of how big my love is for you. Trust me. I know what’s best, I know what is freeing.”


For months I’ve held onto this. For months I’ve thrown my own tantrum. For months I ignored those pops of joy. For months I tuned out those people in my life who were there loving me. Showing me glimpses of God's love for me!


This week one of those friends finally said something that caught my attention. My first reaction was to shut down, to play it off. To simply tell her it wasn’t true. She was wrong. She had no idea what she was talking about. Very much like the mother in my story above this friend stayed calm. This friend showed grace and this friend stood back. It didn’t matter I was arguing it. She refused to argue her point.


Me being the stubborn girl, I am had to push one more time.Still she didn’t argue her point, but she did say one more thing that caught my attention. Something that made me realized I had failed a goal I had set up in our friendship. I was devastated.


Finally this week came and as funny as it sounds God and I went to blows. Correction I went to blows and he like the mother sat there saying “I will love you through this tantrum.”


I started running this week, I was trying to run from God,or myself both inescapable!I’ve been angry before, but I have never been this angry before. I shut myself down for two days. I shut the world out. I did my job of course but when I got home Jacqueline was shut down. I wasn’t angry at my friend, that much I knew but why? Why was I so angry!



So why was I running and yelling and fighting? I realized what it was. I realized I was holding onto this too tight too small shirt. It had become my security blanket. It kept me safe. It kept people at a distance. Even from those who I claim are the closet to me. This is why I was upset, I had failed my goal.My friendship should have NEVER had a goal. My goal was in reality a wall that was keeping my friend safe from me! I shouldn’t have to keep my friends safe from me!! I should just be 100 percent me, and they will love me for that. They already have loved me up to this point for just being me. Why couldn’t I trust them to get to know all of me? In reality I felt as if I failed her, and myself.


Now that was clear, I had to go back to the first thing she said. The first thing that caught my attention! She called attention to the fact that I was indeed holding onto something.


Now she brought it to my attention and stepped back it was up to God and I figure to out what it was. It was on me. So again some more crying, tantrum throwing I finally caught a glimpse of myself. Just as silly as that little girl looked wearing that too small shirt, is how I look carrying a burden that I am not meant to carry. I’ve fallen to my knees, I’ve asked for forgiveness to God.I’ve asked him to please take it. I don’t want that burden as my identity. I have kept onto it because I’ve taken it on as my identity. I was too scared to admit it, too scared to figure out who I was with out it. Yet I realized carrying that burden. I knew I didn't want it, but I was too scared to get rid of it. But it was taking away from me becoming who I am meant to be. I love people, I LOVE my family and friends. How can I carry God’s light if I am carrying a burden?


I gave him that dirty old rotten identity burden shirt to throw away. I’ve thanked him for that visual he gave me of that mother while I was running. (The visual distracted me from the fact I just ran three miles.) I thanked him for my friends who love me enough, to push me past my comfort zone.To call me out on my behavior. Who challenge me to own it. Yet who are still there in the end saying. I love you.



It’s going to take work to keep me from hunting for that old identity, the enemy would love to hand it back to me and pretend it’s a new better shirt. So it’s coming up with a new strong buster, it’s filling my mind with verses, it’s listening to the good music. It’s GOOD positive and fun conversations with that people that matter most to me. It’s about owning my behavior. It’s about being real. It’s about staying in counseling, it’s about working hard to keep my friends close, it’s about breaking down those walls. It’s about growing!


I’ve come to far in my life, to allow myself to destroy myself. My enemy is not getting this girl. I will NOT carry that burden anymore. My friend is right. It’s tiring and I am tired of it. I am tired of coming back to the same icky feelings, having the same sad conversations, I am tired of missing out on what is going on their lives. I am tired of missing the joy in each moment.


I am growing, I am changing, and I am living and I will not be wearing that old identity! I will be wearing the new clean,forgiven, loveable Jacqueline Identity.


I will be okay when I make a mistake, I will be okay when I reach out of my comfort zone, I will be okay when I accept inventions to hang out with my friends. I will be okay.


Striving to be that very special light, striving to be a contagious Woman of God.


To my friend, who I am praying reads this… Thank you… God’s used you to show me his unfailing love. You have know idea what a journey this was.. How painfully beautiful! Or just how much I appreciate you! How much I love you! Thank you for firm love! Thank you for choosing to love me!


To my friend who sat quietly by this week, just watching and pointing up with a smile, allowing me to hit bottom before I looked up! Thank you for loving me in my tantrum moments and thank you for not allowing me to give up! Thank you for pointing to God!


Promising myself to grow, but understanding I am not a perfect person and this journey is going to continue and I will walk humbly through keeping my eyes on God. For it is him that I will find my true identity


And I find myself singing… My God is so GREAT! So Strong and So MIGHTY! There’s nothing my God CAN NOT do.”