Are you there God? It's me, Sunni....

Saturday, March 12, 2011


I discovered today that God is demanding me to forgive those who've wronged me as Colossians 3:13 says, "If someone does wrong to you, forgive that person because the Lord forgave you".  It's taken me many years to understand this.  I do now feel a bit lighter, if that makes sense; I feel like I don't have to carry the heavy burden of hate.  I'm used to burning bridges.  I'm the engineer; I study the environment, hire the construction workers, dictate those to build that bridge, then I set fire and watch it burn.  This can't be me anymore.

I'm often extremely mortified by my dreams. 
I'm intrigued enough that I've done some research.  "Renown psychologist Carl Jung observed that portions of our whole personality which we knowingly or unknowingly judge become disowned, and are frequently projected outward in dreams, taking the form of aggressors, devils, monsters, intimidating animals or natural events (e.g. tidal waves), and so on. Jung referred to these symbolic figures as "the shadow". Whether we become aware of such elements of our shadow through nightmares or daymares, re-accepting these judged and disowned portions of ourselves is the message and the awaiting gift ("
I struggle to see my aggressor in my recent nightmare as a projection of a portion of me.  Hm..  Yes, this is certainly disconcerting.
"The pursuer usually represents a fearful aspect of our shadow, and hence an exaggerated version of a denied or inhibited portion of our own personality that would benefit us if integrated and appropriately expressed ("

I am not plagued by these often but when they do come on to haunt me, they're relentless.  Let's research...
It has something to do with irritation of the diaphragm, pulling downward in an awkward jerk, causing the owner to suck in air suddenly.  When this air hits the owner's voice box, the hiccup occurs.  Bleh...  I've had these for about two hours now. 
Some cures....

NONE of the following have worked.  Yes.  I did try these.
  • Think of all the bald men you can.

  •  Tell yourself "I'm not going to hiccup again."

  •  Don't do anything; just wait for the next hiccup.

  • Hold your breath (for 8 seconds, for as long as you can, etc.).

  • The following had me giggling...
  • Fart.

  • Ummm..
  • Burp.

  • Don't swallow.

  • Burp a little bit.

  • Say "pineapple."

  • Stand on your head.

  • I'm tempted to try this....
  • Make yourself vomit.

  • Talk non-stop for ten seconds.

  • Not a problem for me...  My consumers would LOVE this...
  • Repeatedly tell yourself "you are not a fish."

  • Count to twenty with your fingers in your ears.

  • Hold your head far back and stroke you throat.

  • Urinate; concentrate on both peeing and breathing.

  • Guffaw! 
  • Gently rub your ear lobe until the hiccups are gone.

  • Massage right below your rib cage (on both sides).

  • Apply pressure to your forehead just above your eyes.

  • Rub the back of your tongue to stimulate the gag reflex.

  • Try to say "now!" out loud just before your next hiccup. 

  • Press yourself to the carpet as hard as you can and hold it.

  • Gross.. Not here.
  • With your eyes closed, massage your eyeballs through your eyelids.

  • Run; keep running for at least 10 minutes after the hiccups have subsided.

  • I'd probably vomit.  But hey, that's a suggested cure from above...  Let me tie my shoes..  =X
  • Rub your soft palate with your finger or a cotton swab until you almost gag.

  • Hold your tongue with your thumb and index finger and gently pull it forward.

  • So... Boo to hiccups...  I'm not too optimistic about losing em either.  >.<  Thank you to for the suggestions...

    Love of music. <3
    Have I mentioned that I adore Casting Crowns?
    Here's lyrics to "Prodigal" by Casting Crowns...

    Living on my own, thinking for myself
    Castles in the sand, temporary wealth
    Walls are falling down, storms are closing in
    Tears have filled my eyes, here I am again

    And I've held out as long as I can
    Now I'm letting go and holding out my hand
    Daddy, here I am again, will you take me back tonight
    I went and made the world my friend, and it left me high and dry
    I dragged Your name back through the mud
    That You first found me in
    Not worthy to be called Your son
    Is this to be my end?
    Daddy, here I am
    Here I am again

    Curse this morning sun, drags me in to one more day
    Of reaping what I've sown, of living with my shame
    Welcome to my world, and the life that I have made
    Where one day you're a prince, the next day you're a slave

    Parable of the Prodigal Son
    resonates within me.  For as long as I have strayed from God, I've stayed in darkness.  Now that I am striving to climb out of my pit, I am confident that God will readily accept me again.  In coming to myself, I will come out of my hopeless state.  Micah 7:19 tells me, “You will again have compassion on us; you will tread our sins underfoot and hurl all our iniquities into the depths of the sea”. 

    "Mercy is when we don't get what we deserve.  Justice is when we get what we do deserve.  Grace is when we get what we do not deserve (Hope in the Midst of Depression:  How to Embrace Life Again, Mary Southerland)". 
    Titus 2:11-12, "For the grace of God that bringeth salvation hath appeared to all men, 12Teaching us that, denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly, in this present world;"
    It took me some time to understand the meaning of Grace.  It has become extremely obvious that God's grace is truly working in my life.  I want to mention someone here.  I'll call him CaptainK.  I feel that God sent this beautiful person into my life, not to save me, as this is a journey that needs to start with me stepping into my Chucks and walking His path, but to offer me guidance (a hand out of my pit).  God Bless CaptainK.  When I finally get to meet you, I won't be surprised if I feel so light, that I'm swept off my Chucks (feet). 
    We all require God's grace; it's unmerited, unearned and plentiful.
    Hallelujah. <3

    Monday, March 7, 2011


    I once had a client (a young female, adjudicated to a lock down facility for criminal activity and severe drug dependency) tell me that she almost felt that she had to live in the realm of depression in order to appreciate the small things in life.  Hm, imagine that.  She described sitting at a window and watching snow flakes lick the pane, or holding a mug of cocoa and losing herself in time watching the steam rise from the chocolaty surface, or standing in the rain with her face up toward the sky, feeling every drop on her worn skin. 

    I instantly understood and was able to connect with her on a level that neither she nor I realized existed.  See, she assumed one had to be "depressed" to sit and stop time while admiring the beauty in nature or even her own Swiss Miss.  She explained that she felt like a Freak. 
    Me?  I told her that I must be a Freak too. 
    Her eyes lit up
    No one told her that it is OK to sit in peace.

    This young girl had seen so much war and had done so much damage to her body throughout her short life; she simply didn't allow herself to have "peace".  She called her unique moments "depression" and was a Freak for spending time in silence. 

    She went on to question why God allows for catastrophes, murder,  hate, loss... 
    She cried.  She explained that she has to believe in something or she won't make it to see her future days.
    It seemed that she was looking to surrender to Him; she just had so many questions.  See, she didn't know how to love.  Or trust. 
    I found myself unable to answer her.  I did what I could; I consoled her and told her that I didn't have answers to her questions but that God has a plan for her and her story will change the lives of many if she is willing to share.
    I think of her often.

    Sometimes it's hard to look in the mirror. 
    My name is Christine (Sunni) and there are few things in life that I am absolutely sure of:
    1.  I'm 22.
    2.  God is my Savior and sooner or later I will surrender my whole self to Him.
    3.  God has sent me an Angel and is allowing me the pleasure of raising her as my daughter.
    4.  My thoughts can be overwhelming.
    5.  I was put on this earth to give to and love God's children as He tells me in Matthew 25:40.
    6.  I have a long path ahead of me. 
           always                             .Sunni.

    Sunday, March 6, 2011


    A very special person shared this with me today:
    "Remember that shadows only exist because there is light, so anytime you remember these dark times, it's only because there is a Light in your life now that allows you to see those shadows and move on."

    For some reason, God chose today to force me to face a demon that has been biting and pinching, picking and gnawing at the tenderest places of my soul.  Wow.  I am thankful for this. 
    In order for me to walk the lit path that I now see, I must forgive, surrender all my anxiety and fears to God and swallow my deceiving pride. 

    David Crowder Band's SMS Shine:

    Send me a sign
    A hint, a whisper
    Throw me a line
    'Cause I am listening

    Come break the quiet
    Breathe your awakening
    Bring me to life
    'Cause I am fading

    Surround me with the rush of angels' wings

    Shine Your light so I can see You
    Pull me up, I need to be near You
    Hold me, I need to feel love
    Can You overcome this heart that's overcome?

    You sent a sign
    A hint, a whisper
    Human divine
    Heaven is listening

    Death laid love quiet
    Yet in the night a stirring

    All around the rush of angels

    Oh, the wonder of the greatest love has come

    Shine Your light so all can see it
    Lift it up, 'cause the whole world needs it
    Love has come, what joy to hear it
    He has overcome
    He has overcome

    Saturday, March 5, 2011

    A Beautiful Mess

    Amy Grant's "Better than a Hallelujah"

    God loves a lullaby
    In a mothers tears in the dead of night
    Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
    God loves a drunkards cry,
    The soldiers plea not to let him die
    Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.

    We pour out our miseries
    God just hears a melody
    Beautiful the mess we are
    The honest cries of breaking hearts
    Are better than a Hallelujah

    The woman holding on for life,
    The dying man giving up the fight
    Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
    The tears of shame for what's been done,
    The silence when the words won't come
    Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes.

    We pour out our miseries
    God just hears a melody
    Beautiful the mess we are
    The honest cries of breaking hearts
    Are better than a Hallelujah

    Better than a church bell ringing,
    Better than a choir singing out,singing out.

    We pour out our miseries
    God just hears a melody
    Beautiful the mess we are
    The honest cries of breaking hearts
    Are better than a Hallelujah

    These words speak volumes to me.  I'm currently battling some inner demons (part of the reason why I felt the need to begin a blog) and this song encourages me to speak my struggles to God for He adores when I come to Him with hope that He will assist.  He has...  He still does...  In sharing this song, I hope that someone might hear the lyrics and feel capable of surrendering to God and allowing Him to wrap His Whole Self around you.  You'll make it through, we both will.
    Sometimes I find that my advice is meant for my little self.  I sit here chuckling at myself because in my attempts to make it seem like I have struggled but now see the light at the end of the tunnel, I've come to own the fact that I have only now accepted help.  I'm knee deep in my own self conscience on that damned battle field.  There, I said it.  SO maybe this post is a for me by me deal.