4 Great Ways to Help Others through their Hard Times

by Christa Upton

This post is dedicated to wonderful family (including very extended family!) and friends who have been faithfully helping us through our hard times.

So you know someone going through a really hard time.  Sometimes you won’t know what to say, and that’s okay!!!  Sometimes a suffering person just needs someone to listen, not necessarily talk.

Sometimes words can help, though.  Three of the things I think can help—in addition to just listening—are: acknowledgement that the troubles ARE difficult, encouragement, and questions.

First, when someone honestly acknowledges the difficulty of someone else’s troubles, it can lighten the load.  I think it is because the friend is choosing to take the emotional distress of the sufferer’s situation into their own thoughts.  In this way, the friend is helping to carry the burden.  The friend is giving up their “comfort” in order to think about what the suffering person is going through.

Acknowledgement also guards against minimizing a sufferer’s pain.  Minimizing usually hurts; acknowledgement usually helps.

Second, sincere encouragement is almost always a good thing.  Some people have a tendency to react to difficulties with, “What did I do wrong?!?!”  Of course this is a false premise in many cases.  Though difficulties can come from bad choices, others are just “part of life.”  Sometimes difficulties actually come because we have done something right!!!  Regardless, it can certainly help to hear words of encouragement.

My caution, though, is to be sure the words are encouraging.  Sometimes words meant to be an encouragement are discouraging beyond belief.  One way to test this is to put yourself in the person’s place as much as you can mentally/emotionally.  Say stuff to yourself and see how you might feel.  (This is pretty much the Golden Rule!)

Of course, misunderstandings are bound to happen, and don’t forget that people going through deep pain are sometimes raw.  Compassion is always warranted.

Also try your best to be sure you are speaking the truth.  Think of Job (in the Bible) and his friends.  Job’s friends were much more of a comfort to him when they sat silently with him in his sorrow than when they were speaking falsehoods to him!

Third, questions are a wonderful invitation to sufferers to talk about their troubles.  Suffering people sometimes do not know how much to express their pain to friends but can be desperate for an outlet.  Don’t feel like you always have to “fix” everything they have told you.  It’s a nice thought and sometimes good to “fix,” but sometimes things “can’t” be “fixed.”  Just simply letting them talk about struggles can help them sort feelings out, look at their suffering in a different light, share the burden, and deal with things better.

One final thought—in everything, don’t forget prayer.  Some people naturally have a gift of encouragement, but anyone can pray.  The Lord knows exactly what the suffering person needs, and He can guide you to thoughts or words or something that can help.

Christa Upton  Black Hills Picture Books   PO Box 293    Custer, SD 57730

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Homeless, the Second Time

by Christa Upton

Two weeks after leaving our moldy house, we found a townhouse.  We figured it would be short-term for a variety of reasons.  We just didn’t realize how short-term.

2 ½ months after moving in, I bent down to pick up a box by our piano.  The whole bottom was soaking wet!

After some investigation, we found a large patch of soaking-wet carpet on the wall adjoining our neighbor.  We immediately notified our rental property manager.

Keep in mind that we had had a long conversation about my Multiple Chemical Sensitivity (MCS) with the property manager before we signed any contracts.  We tried to make sure we wouldn’t have chemicals forced on us.  (They were very happy to forego their usual cleaning and let us do it ourselves with non-toxic cleaners.)

Back to the wet carpet….they had a guy come out and take a look.  His “plan” was to spray some stuff and aim a fan at the wet floor and wall.  The property manager didn’t even want to figure out where the water was coming from!!!

We knew that within 48 hours there would likely be mold inside that wall.  Plus without addressing the problem as a whole, there was no guarantee that more water wouldn’t come in causing more and more mold problems.

Not only would the mold make me very sick again, it would also affect our possessions that we had just rescued from the mold house (by HEPA-vacuuming and/or washing) and the mattresses and everything we had just bought to replace our possessions ruined in the mold house.

So we began packing up to move.  The sooner we were away from the impending mold the better.  Plus I was already fighting cigarette smoke from one attached neighbor, gas stove (very hard on my body even with normal use), and inherent building chemicals.

That day we went to see several rentals.  When we returned, I began to enter our townhouse but was met by cleaning chemicals filling the air.  Cleaning chemicals were coming through the walls from the neighbor.  (Looking back, I’m surprised that didn’t happen sooner.)  My MCS symptoms increased, and I had to stay outside until Steve aired out the place.

But the worst part about this move was that five days previous, we had had one of the worst experiences of our lives.  Our daughter Sarah (who was five years old at the time) has seizure disorder.  On this day, her emergency seizure medication failed, and her seizure kept coming back and back.  As she was leaving for the ER, she was conscious enough to be crying for me to go with her, but I could not go.  We knew I would get very sick with the hospital chemicals and would be a liability, not a help.  I don’t even like to think about this day, much less write about it, but I want to share for those readers who might be overwhelmed by their grief or fear, too.  The pain was worse than any physical pain I’ve ever had; it was piercing anguish watching them drive away without me.

At the ER, they had to go very slowly giving the anti-seizure meds (because too much will stop breathing).  As Steve watched, he fought the fear that she was dying.  Indeed, she was experiencing status epilepticus; apparently up to 33% of status epilepticus patients die.

Back at the townhouse, I called family and our pastor, tears streaming down my cheeks.  Our pastor gently reminded me that God is in control, and then he headed to the ER to meet Steve & Sarah.  Another dear friend headed to meet them, too, and later came to help me and our older kids.

The doctor started Sarah on a new medication, which has really worked well for her.  But at the time, they told us it would take at least a week to reach therapeutic levels.

So five days later, we found ourselves moving, and the stress was over the top.

However, a lovely friend found us a place to stay—her relative’s house that was not in use at the moment.  It got us through to the next place God would lead us.  And God, in His grace, kept Sarah from having any more seizures until eight months later.

Christa Upton                                                                                                                                        Black Hills Picture Books                                                                                                                     

 

 

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Homeless, the First Time

by Christa Upton

March 2010.  I had been very, very sick for almost 1 ½ years.

A hidden enemy lurked beneath our flooring, in our walls, and in our crawlspace.  Every day for 2 ½ years, it had been secretly tearing down my health, until I was bedridden with complete exhaustion and weakness.  I suffered heart irregularities and severe pain (sometimes agony).  I could hardly eat or sleep.  I could hardly walk to the bathroom. I was barely functioning.

The enemy’s odor in that wet spring began to reveal its ugly presence; it was mold, and lots of it.

We called four professional mold remediation companies to check it out.  We began putting two and two together from everything they told us.  Dead mold is still toxic. We talked with experts on the phone.  We did some serious research on the US Environmental Protection Agency’s website.

We finally realized—our house was making me sick.

Sleeping in the yard did not work because I could not breathe properly outside there.  I was often choking from the smoke of burning trash and leaves at night in that neighborhood, plus it was too cold to sleep without shelter more than a tent as sick as I was.  Likely there was outdoor mold as well (which can get worse at night).

We knew I would not last 5 minutes in a hotel.  Over the past year, I had begun reacting severely to all kinds of things, including cleaners, shampoos, lotions, detergents, etc.  I had very little idea why.

Later we figured out that two of the mold remediation companies knew what they were talking about and had excellent mold removal techniques.  A third company had trained their representative with somewhat reasonable but not thorough knowledge of mold facts, and one was armed with dangerously false information about mold.

Unfortunately, we immediately followed one piece of advice from the last company and opened up the dividing wood between our crawl space and our attached garage.  (It might have been good advice BEFORE the mold had grown down there….)

Within a few hours, my weakness increased until I could barely speak, move my body, or eat.  I was really scared.

We began to make frantic phone calls to try to find someone we could stay with, but many of our friends’ homes had inherent triggers that would not work for me.  Others had tiny houses; one close friend had a child in the hospital at the time, literally fighting for his life!

The next day, we had an appointment to see a duplex for rent.  I grabbed my purse, Steve helped me to the car, and that was the last I ever stepped foot in that house.

After touring the duplex, I lay down on the floor (embarrassed) because I was too exhausted to stand up (and the duplex had no furniture).  The Realtor explained how she knew the townhouse was too small for us.  (Too small?!?!  Do you realize our house is a major danger and we have nowhere else to sleep tonight?  Of course she could not really understand, and we do not blame her.)

We drove away, and I turned to Steve.

“I can’t go back there.  I just can’t do it.  Can we just go to Wal Mart or something and try to think what we can do?”

But then Steve spotted the place of work of an old college friend.  Steve ran in and explained our situation.  They immediately offered for ALL five of us to stay with them, that very night.

Whether that was “near” or “actual” homelessness, it was a scary experience.  I was so grateful for my friend that emailed us that day:  “And the God of all grace, who called you to His eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will Himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast.”  1 Peter 5:10

 Christa Upton    Edgemont, SD   57735

 

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Welcome to my new blog!

by Christa Upton

I am glad to have you here, and I welcome your comments!

Did you ever think that if you “followed the rules” and worked hard that you would certainly succeed in life? Have you ever been surprised by suffering in your life?

Imagine losing your health, your independence (at age 38), your dreams for your life, your dreams for your children, your livelihood, your home, your reputation, your stability, your life savings, most of your possessions, some of your friends, some of your (extended) family, and your ability to participate in 90% of our societal activities. Imagine that none of these losses came about due to immoral choices. This is what happened to me.

But here is something even more surprising than my Job-like suffering: suffering has not conquered me!!

I live in the “prison” of severe Toxic Injury, also called Multiple Chemical Sensitivity, (MCS), an illness that completely changed my life. I also suffer the great sorrow of seeing our little daughter struggle with the limitations and pain of spina bifida and seizure disorder.

I will be blogging about what it is like to go through my struggles: near (or maybe actual) homelessness (depending on how you define it), having to sleep in our car because I was so sick, facing rejection by those who do not understand, having my heart rent in two watching our daughter suffer….

I will not spare you honesty. Sometimes I tell God I think He is allowing too much suffering in my life. Sometimes I want desperately to give up. But God will not let me give up.

That is why I am writing today instead of curling up in a ball and refusing to deal with life.

I also want to write about what MCS is, what good has come from it for us, why suffering has not conquered me, and why suffering doesn’t have to conquer you, either!

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