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Zero-Sum Thinking and The Abundant Life
Man… never did I ever anticipate Elon going scorched earth… with anything! Viewing him (most of the time) through rose-colored glasses, I’ve always been drawn to his clear and simply stated opinions on X; his mic-drop insights; and his courage, like going all in on free speech with the purchase of Twitter.
I’m in a mild state of shock.
Now, before we get into a scrappy discussion about the Big Beautiful Bill, the amount of cost-cutting included, whether Trump’s strategy is the right one … and so on, I intend this post to be about how zero-sum thinking puts limits on our capacity to experience the abundant life. I guess that was a spoiler. Sorry.
Forget that and stay with me, please. I’ve been thinking about this.
I’ve written several times about my oldest daughter’s issues. Three and a half years ago, during the week before Easter, her loser boyfriend dumped her. She became suicidal and was put on a 5150 involuntary hold. Held for almost two weeks in a mental health facility, we knew nothing of what was ahead. I assumed that after her release, she’d methodically return to health through intensive outpatient programs (IOPs), twice-a-week therapy sessions, and the regular dosages of a special mix of prescription drugs. And that all of this would return her to her right mind. And we would live happily ever after.
That was the plan. Yes, little problem-solver mom would put everything back in order.
Uh-huh.
There were multiple 5150s, including one precipitated by a call to the sheriff’s office, me on the kitchen floor wrestling a knife out of her hands while my husband spoke to the 911 dispatcher. Take a note there. No, it’s not like that. I just have a faster Spidey Sense than he does.
Things eventually shifted away from psychotic episodes and emergency mode, but it was slow. She hated the IOP sessions … they didn’t know what they were doing, she knew more than they did, and it wasn’t helping her. My frustration with her grew to new levels despite doing my best not to show it. The daily weight of dread began to consume me.
And then again, there was a shift. She watched her best friend walk for her diploma, finishing the degree program that they had started together. When she got home, the first thing she said was “Mom, I need a purpose. Some direction. I want to go back to school.”
She applied to university and got in.
It was an amazing reception of smoothed-out red tape and support services. Perfect. But, within a few months, she started feeling unwell … in a new way. Neither of us knew what to do. For me, she may have been complaining to get attention. For her, she didn’t want to be a burden.
Take another note.
Turns out she was ill. Very ill. The night I told her to “Come home” was the last chance she would have to drive the 200-mile trek with her eyesight intact. God’s protection somehow got her home. After multiple ER visits, she was diagnosed with a rare autoimmune system disease prevalent among people of her ethnicity. If not stopped in its tracks, the doctor said it would become chronic. Her treatment began; a horrendous treatment that has lasted since February of last year. She is within a few weeks of its end.
Anyway, when she got sick at school, the university didn’t flinch, rushing to accommodate her for the rest of the semester via online learning. One class had to be dropped, but she was able to make it up through online summer school.
She never stopped. Slow but sure. She continued into the Fall and Spring semesters, living in the dorm for a few nights a week, and making the trek home every weekend. All this time, under an often debilitating treatment for her illness.
So…
All this time, The Almighty was working up to laying down a message for me. You see, I’d been estimating the cost of my daughter’s issues. Costs to the bank account, cost of my time (my most precious possession), the cost of my freedom, and the cost of my short future ahead. I’d been fighting for her, but also for myself. Every mood swing, every outburst, every moment of entitled behavior, every “F-bomb” hurled my way, every disappointment when she failed to follow through on keeping herself groomed and her room clean… These were thefts of my peace, my winter-of-life years, and my ability to sleep at night, mare-free.
I was owed. I’d put in all I had.
So, yeah… I was owed.
Many would understand, right? Elon might.
And then the message from above… or from within… (when you’re halfway through the exchange of your life for His, it can be confusing
Anyway, the message:
GO THE DISTANCE
Huh?
GO THE DISTANCE
(Honestly, I pictured a dog on a muddy road in a major downpour running his heart out to please his master, tripping and falling along the way, getting back up, shaking off his disorientation, and resuming the pursuit … going the distance.)
The message popped. The blinders fell off my eyes. I saw Him, carrying us both to a destination of His choosing that can’t be clearly seen. Not our choosing. Not my choosing. There is no ETA, no promised outcome, and no guarantee she will ever be able to take care of herself.
But I understood.
“Okay,” I said.
As I said the word, my entire being was refreshed.
The future is wide open. Always has been. No ends of galaxies with God. He is infinite. He loves without limits. And He gave and gives everything. If we say Yes, lean into Him, and trust Him with open hands … I think that’s something akin to the abundant life. He gives more than we could ever need or imagine, perfectly tailored to who we are.
The object lesson:
It’s not about credit given as something due us. It’s not about owning our time and dictating how it will be used, and not used. And it’s not about guaranteed outcomes of glory and recognition.
It’s about dying to self in trade for Christ in me, and experiencing the abundant life He promised, without conditions. It won’t look like what we thought or what we think we deserve (we “deserve” nothing).
Look, I can imagine how Elon feels. He risked a great deal; he suffered losses and persecution, and he poured out what he felt were gifts, talents, and treasures as his contribution to the United States Rescue Team.
The trouble is that he had expectations. Possibly subconscious. One might say unrealistic. But still, they were his expectations, they were not realized, and now he feels betrayed. I get it.
But… another but… we’re talking about Elon here. I have faith that whatever spirit of love and generosity is in Elon, the one that prompts him to do heroic things in the interest of our country, will emerge again and put him in his right mind. Maybe he will learn something new about himself, as we all must in order to redeem the difficult times of disappointment that drive us to behave in… how do I say?… unproductive ways.
Quick Update:
At the end of May, my daughter graduated with honors, earning a BA in Psychology. On Monday of this week, she started her new job as a care coordinator at a residential treatment center for teens and young adults.
She will be a good care coordinator.
And I am happy to have her home. We laugh a lot.
Thank you for your prayers.
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Grace lived and shared. A powerful tribute of faith, strength and trust in Him.
I am deeply humbled reading this.
It’s also fortunate you didn’t have what some people experience from police/sheriff when they call for help with a mental crisis: cops/deputies show up, and the person they were supposed to help is quickly killed.
aww… thank you. He really is grand and glorious.
Very very fortunate. The county we live in is mostly rural and the people who work for the county are really kind, always very nice, and understanding. Doesn’t mean there aren’t bad actors, but on the whole, great people.
Great story , so glad your daughter/family has emerged from the nightmare into the light .
Legacy building .
Best wishes for your daughter, GLW. A lot of people are never successfully treated for their mental health problems, so I’m glad it is working out for her.
Thank you. It is a good season right now. The rain has subsided and the road isn’t so muddy. And there’s still a road. No off ramps. No way to know where it’s taking us. The difference now is that she knows He is with her and that she is loved. Hugely. That goes for me too.
Thanks Randy. Me too! The Almighty is the great healer. The treatment plan isn’t always pleasant, but I think sometimes the Spirit needs to get in there and tear things down in order to rebuild something better. Not fun but worth it.
Lovely, GLW, thank you. True Hope in God is absolutely not about expectations fullfilled. I’ve come to believe that It’s more about surrendering with trust in His love for us. All will be well, our plans and preferences notwithstanding.
Yes! The older I get, the less I know, leaving more space for God to have say. I read The Cloud of Unknowing a long long time ago. It was a difficult book. Maybe now starting to get it a little bit.
I wish both you and your daughter God’s grace as you both move on through life. You both deserve it, IMHO. Dealing with constant mental illness in loved ones is very difficult. You are a wonderful Mom!
Thank you for your kind words. Anything wonderful or good has nothing to do with me. It is Christ in me and Christ in her. I have to say that today in this moment because I was reading Andrew Murray’s book.
I actually should want to say it, right? Here’s the quote at the end of the chapter. Forgive my incessant pontificating!
”It is not enough to cast out self; it will not help you unless He comes in; Christ the stronger must come in and dwell there, and then He keeps the house in safety. Let us all deny that cursed self; take up the cross and follow Him. He will take us to the place of safety and victory.“
I doubt claims of physical miracles primarily because I think they are unnecessary.
I do believe everyday we are bombarded with messages of profound significance. They available to us any time. The gift of a miracle occurs in those rare occasions we actually apprehend them. I very much believe in internal subjective miracles those occurring in the heart and mind
Profound stress is the time when the profoundest insight occurs. I think that happened here.
Hi Terence! I appreciate your perspective on miracles. But I’m a little confused … did I mention miracles in the post?