Monday, August 12, 2013


As I struggle to return to writing, I'm grateful for friends who are keeping my place active by sharing their hearts here. Susan is another blogger who found her way to my place many months ago and I'm so glad she did. I had the privilege of guest posting at her beautiful place back in April.

I love Susan's heart for her children and for God. I know she will touch your heart too. 

Much love, Beth

A guest post from The Unraveled Mom.

I love and adore my four children.  But it is also a lot of work.  Homework, poopy diapers, illness, dishes, laundry, and endless battles of will - they keep my head spinning.  And  I unravel.  The urge to snap supersedes my self control. 
regret those moments.
But sometimes, it is much deeper than a stressed out moment over the baby bathing in spilled apple juice. Sometimes, it's evidence of a depleted relationship.  A depleted heart.  And that's exactly what happened to me.
  I experienced a BIGGER unraveling.  
It started when I was a child.  It was all I ever knew.  It was my normal.
Anxiety.  Social anxiety.  And panic attacks.
Anxiety has always silently dictated my thoughts and actions.  But I learned how to manipulate my life around it. Honestly, I never considered it a heart or faith issue. I never even contemplated the existence of an intense internal battle.   I never considered the constant nagging anxiety to be a product of a spiritual thirst for God that, despite my faith in God, I regularly fed with all else except  Him.
Then I had four children.  I love them very much but the mounting responsibilities of motherhood created an unresolved tension that left me in a constant state of stress.  The anxiety wore me out.  But it was not necessarily visible or noticeable to anyone else.  So I did nothing.

But after my fourth child was born,  I suffered postpartum depression.  The anxiety quickly plummeted into full blown panic attacks and intensified an anxiety driven, and quite embarrassing, muscle spasm of my neck and shoulders.
I finally unraveled.  Big time.
My struggle, as much as I hated it, ultimately saved me.  It finally led me face to face with my sin  – I did not trust God.  And I genuinely rejected His creation: I did not view myself as the treasure He made me to be.
Even with this confession, I still had a major problem. I could not profess God’s truths.  I have long known the truth about who God is and who He made me to be.  In the depths of my heart, though,  I could believe it for anyone else but not for ME.  My mouth could not say that I am His treasured possession or that God hems in the most intricate parts of my life.  My fear always took over as I truly believed that I am nobody in God’s eyes.  I believed that I had somehow slipped into the plan of salvation by accident.
I prayed for God to transform my heart. I searched His word.  I sang His praises.  I surrounded myself with God’s truth to drown out Satan’s lies.  God had brought me to this low so that my eyes would look up to him.  And slowly, His truth transformed my heart.
And I am free from the bondage of anxiety.
But don't misunderstand:  Freedom is not perfection.  I still struggle.  I have had months in which the temptation of anxiety seems to defeat me.  I have had a few panic attacks.  And sometimes, my muscle spasm rears it’s ugly head when I am under pressure.
But it’s only a momentary loss of perspective.   I drown my thirsty soul in His truth and He daily sets my heart free. That constant, internal turmoil – it’s gone.  God has blessed my husband, my children – my family, with a new me.
It is my hearts desire, then, that God would use my struggle to bring Him glory.  So, I pray that my writing through The Unraveled Mom would be dear to your heart as you feel a little less alone and a lot more encouraged in your faith’s journey.
The Unraveled Mom


  1. Freedom is not perfection.

    Beth, this post is beautifully written and amazingly vulnerable. I am a believers who struggles with anxiety and perfectionism. God has redeemed me, but there are times when I allow the lies of satan to define me. It is in those moments that I need to unravel and come back to His truth.

    He makes beautiful things out of the dust, and your testimony is living proof of His goodness! Thank you for sharing :) SO glad to have you back!

  2. Susan,
    Thank you for sharing on Beth's site. I guess I'll join the club and say that, I too, struggle with an anxiety disorder - ocd. The enemy is all too quick to jump on that bandwagon to plant his lies that he knows will circle in my head. Psalm 40:1-3 is my life verse. It talks about God raising David out of the "mud and mire" and putting his feet on a solid rock. God has done that for me and put a new song in my mouth. Not that I don't still struggle with the anxiety from time to time, but it has been significantly less since I really started to believe that God delights in me. Thank you for sharing so honestly from your heart!
    Blessings to you (and Beth too),

  3. Thank you so much for your honest words... God loves that we come to Him in our brokenness and He is able to put is back together again. He then can send us off with the right perspective -- His perspective! I have been in places of anxiety, doubt and mistrust too. I have walked with Him through PPD, loss and great burdens... I have also found Him to be always faithful and "unravelable!" It is so good to have other Sisters in Christ share their journeys to help us know that we truly can do all things though Christ... Blessings to both you Beth and Susan for sharing!

  4. Hi Susan! (and Beth!) What an amazing struggle you have gone through. I was an OB?GYN nurse for 12 years, so I know a bit out PPD. Yikes. And in all that struggle, you came up loving the Lord, and looking up to him. That is just beautiful. What a transformation.

    Thank you for sharing. It couldn't have been easy. I am constantly inspired by the way bloggers are so willing to reveal their travels in life.


  5. Thank you, Beth, for allowing me to share! You are such a blessing!!


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