Being a Safe Space

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I just need a safe space to _______________.

I hear this phrase on a weekly – if not daily- basis.

I just need a safe space to talk.
Listen.
Cry.
Find compassion.
Be welcome
Be unconditionally loved.

Three days before my birthday my sweet hubby was laid off. Organizational restructuring. You’ve got two weeks. As it is, we are in the abyss of the in-between, the unknown, the not-quite-there-yet.

In every sense.

Financially.
Full time jobby.
Marriagey.
Parenty.
Dreamy.
Homey.

If you’ve been reading our journey, you’ve heard me share about how this has simultaneously been the most beautiful and hardest season ever.

And today I was angry.

In fact, I wrote these very words down in a journal this morning. Because I needed to feel them as I penned each letter and watch them come out on paper.

I’m angry.
I’m scared about finances.
My hope light has gone out.
Dreams seem like a mean notion.
I’m jealous of others jobs/opportunities.
I feel like we’re ruining our boys.
I’m wondering about my purpose.
Why has this been so hard?
Why isn’t it working?
Hope feels far off and comical.
I can’t sleep.
Last night I dreamt of jumpy, spider-like bats that dove and slunk across my neck, threatening to strangle or bite.
Where is God fighting and rescuing?
Should we move back?
Is there room for messy?
I feel like I’ve laid it all down… for what?
Is this a freaking joke?

Yep, I did.

In fact, there were other words that I wrote and thought that I won’t share. I say this because we all have days or seasons where we’re simply not okay and it feels shameful to be in that space. So what do we do? We hide. We go inward. We plaster on self-talk positivities. We eat obscene amounts of cinnamon gummy bears or binge on Stranger Things. We stay in the shadows and wait for the sun to shine in our souls.

After I wrote, I felt a bit lighter. Like a space pocket opened up. And then I opened my Bible to Ezekiel 37 and read about how God asked Ezekiel to breathe life into dry bones and God attached sinew and skin and literally made life from death.

Then he said to me, “Prophesy to these bones and say to them, ‘Dry bones, hear the word of the Lord! This is what the Sovereign Lord says to these bones: I will make breath enter you, and you will come to life.  I will attach tendons to you and make flesh come upon you and cover you with skin; I will put breath in you, and you will come to life. Then you will know that I am the Lord.’” – Ezekiel 37:4-6

Life from death.
Breath from bone.

And then I thought about safe people. Who can I reach out to and admit ‘I’m not okay’ without feeling like I need to add, ‘But it’s going to be fine and well in the end?’ Who will welcome my mess? Who’s been there, who “gets it” and has compassion for those of us who are going through it now?

Because these are the people we reach out to, right? The ones that have walked the hard road of layoffs, financial strains, thready marriages, infertility, loss, the real life stuff. These are the ones who God has manifested victorious but not without the initial hard. These are the ones I call or Vox or text and say, I’m not okay. I will be, but for today I just can’t.

And their response is: It’s okay you’re not okay. It’s okay to mourn. It’s okay to be angry. I know you won’t stay there. But just like Aaron and Hur held up Moses’ hands when he grew weary (Exodus 17:12), we’ll do that for you. 

We all need to rest and be carried and know we’re accepted in the middle of the hard.

We need safe people.
Safe spaces.
In these faces and grace places is where compassion is born.

And when the next friend goes through their hard day(s) I’ll compassionately say, I’ve been there. I’ll hold your hands up. 

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  1. Bekah, thank you for your reassuring words today. My family and I are in a bit of a mess right now too. For every blessing God bestows the enemy comes and unravels something new. I would love a time of peace, but we are smack in the middle of the storm. Some day we’ll both look back on this season and be amazed at the work God was doing behind the scenes.

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  2. Bekah~ I will stand in prayer for you and your family. I am well ahead in years from you and have walked so many hard, unknown places. We were transplanted to Orange County over twenty years ago~ But we did move back east for 2 years with all our kids and then moved back to California. Lifting your sweet family up in prayer and praying for opportunities to come your way❤️????

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      Nancy, you have much wisdom to share in your journey. Looking back, how did God meet you in your unknown spaces? Asking for a friend 🙂 Cheers to the continual faith journey. xo

  3. Behah- Praying for you and your family in these hard times and asking that God will reveal the reasons and direction sooner rather than later.

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  4. The journey is your home…it may seem like chaos to you, but He has ordained every step. He is Good, He Sees, He loves and you can trust Him. ‘I’ve never seen the righteous forsaken, nor their seed begging for bread.’ Ps 37

  5. Oh sweet Bekah! Thank you for describing one of your darker moments. I get you on the shame part – it’s easy for Christians to feel guilty about having feelings! But God have them to us so that we can transition to the next part. Coming to the end of myself sometimes is when I can see God the best. Journaling helps me, too. Love and big hugs to you today my sweet friend.

  6. You, my friend, are so brave and I admire your heart, your writing, your faith and your fearlessness. You are leading the way for others to lay the crap down and find wholeness on the other side. Thank you Jesus for the Bekah Pogue’s of the world. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

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  8. You are in such a “In between” space right now, and Its such a tough spot to be in. Ive been there, and IT IS ok to not be ok!! 🙂 When things don’t seem to add up and things just keep getting worse, I always have to remind myself there’s always hope. The sun will shine again, you will feel it, and look back and say, “Ah ha… thats what you were up to during that hard season, Lord!” But hold fast my friend, during this season. He’s got you. He loves you. and your going to be ok again. 🙂

  9. My husband lost his job two weeks before Christmas, while I was in the middle of my maternity leave from work, our newest babe only 6 weeks old. “Who would just fire someone with a new baby right before Christmas? Who does that?” exclaimed my 8-year-old daughter (my sentiments exactly kid)! So a dear supportive friend just sent me this song and it is a good one to get stuck in my head https://youtu.be/PlBiE4dXT2I
    I just have to remember that whoever my battle is against, even if it’s my own despair, God is still with me. Xo

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