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April 30, 2021 By HallieZ 4 Comments

WE. DO. NOT. FORGIVE YOU

We are standing next to one another, all of us, who were impacted by the arrest of Josh Duggar by federal agents, yesterday.

We are the daughters. The sons. The sisters. The brothers. The wives. The ex-wives. 

We are the shunned. The fractured.

We are the voice that will not be silenced. 

We don’t believe there is any justice, and yet, we fight for it every day of our life.

We aren’t sure there is a way out of this tar pit called life, but we keep moving, and we hold every inch of progress we make.

We can’t stop crying today. 

We had put our crying on hold for a bit, bottled the grief up, put a cork on it.  But the cork got popped again, yesterday. Sometimes that happens. 

We are ok with that.

We  were children.

We stood over chairs, your lap, over toilets, with our pants pulled down, and you beat us with sticks. With belts. With electrical wire.

We held the books you bought at the conferences, that taught you how to do this without going to jail.

We dressed in tents, in jeans too big, dresses that tried to drown us in the rivers where we played. 

We were children. 

You taught us that our bodies were not ours to give. 

But you took what you wanted, and called that God.

YOU LIED.

We understood, we obeyed. 

You put the books of another Josh in our hands, and said those were God’s words. THEY WERE NOT.

We were children. 

You kept us from our grandparents, our cousins. You kept us from our neighbors and the world that longed to show us something more… not perfect, not always good, but something bigger,  something REAL. You hid books, and stories, and faces that looked different from ours, and called that GOD’S WILL. 

You lied.

Some of us were born with a uterus, with breast. Blood that came from our body in clumps, or a stream, a curse, and a gift.

We were named Jezebel.

We were called rebellious.

We stood in the shadow of shame, while you told us who we were.

We stood in the shadow of heresy, while you told us what God wanted us to be.

We read the stories of the witches, because we both feared and loved them.

I am a woman. But I know you have hurt my brothers just as much as you hurt me. And I will not dare speak for them, you spoke for them long enough. And you LIED to me about who they were. When you lied to them about who I was? You stole their future. You stole their success. You wounded generations, and you will answer for it.

WE. DO. NOT. FORGIVE YOU.

When you told her an education and  career would be a waste resources, because she’d be busy raising the children? You lied.

When you looked your daughter in the face, and told her “your husband didn’t commit adultery because his penis didn’t GO INSIDE HER VAGINA, and therefore God will NOT allow you to divorce him”.

When you learned your sons had molested your daughters, and you put them on farms, and in “restoration” programs, and NOT IN JAIL, YOU BETRAYED US.

When you saw bruised and broken children, and you “mentored” their parents and did not protect the children.

When you banned us from family gatherings, because we did not “submit” to your patriarchal rule.

When you gathered around one another, and created an echo chamber and egged each other on to further abuse.

WE. DO. NOT. FORGIVE YOU.

Filed Under: DEPRESSION, divorce, Feminism, Grief, healing, homeschooling, life after missions, Sacred Feminine, Spiritual Abuse, Uncategorized

September 19, 2020 By HallieZ Leave a Comment

Why RBG matters to me

People are complicated.

I don’t believe anyone is, or does, all good, or all bad.

When I think about Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg (from here on out, referred to, with the utmost respect, as RBG), that’s one of the first things that comes to mind. 

I was raised to believe she was evil.

My kids have been told by others that she was evil. 

A confusing thing to them, to be sure, since I have a picture of her in a sacred space in my home, for reasons I will share here. This also creates a wonderful opportunity for my children to explore what good and evil really is, and how nuanced it can be.

Being raised like I was, with gender exceptions most people in the modern world would consider barbaric, I am always on the lookout for men and women who embody the hope and truth I know intuitively, in the deepest parts of my body and brain. I look for these people, and I watch, and I learn. I heal, and I grow as a person.

RBG is one of those people for me.

I was born in 1980, and my early years set a tone of equality and possibility for me, as a girl-child. I was taught, and believed, that I could be anything, do anything I wanted. 

Somewhere between the ages of 7-10 a huge shift started happening in my family of origin. As our family plunged deeper into the world of homeschooling, and religious fundamentalism, the teaching related to the DNA I was born with became much darker. 

The loudest voices in my head, from that time, through adolescents and early adulthood, are the voices of my parents, and the people they chose to have in my life as influencers. *

“woman are equal but have different roles”

“women should be keepers at home”

“you don’t need a career because you will be home raising children”

“having your own income is dangerous, because the devil will tempt you to leave your husband if you don’t need the money he earns”

“women getting paid less isn’t bad, it’s just they cant’t do as good a job because hormones and stuff. Anyway, women get paid based on their work just like men do.”

“women who fought to get the vote are heroes, but now everything is equal”

“your children will be bad people if you aren’t a keeper at home”

“men who stay home while they wives work aren’t following God’s plan for a family”

I could go on forever. But there you go.

In my heart, I have ALWAYS known these things are not true. It is possible that my siblings have a different experience, because they probably didn’t get those early messages of equality from our (rather) radical parents that I got. 

Unraveling these messages and perversions of God’s love has taken epic work over the last years. Deep diving into jewish tradition and teaching about how God created humans was an important first step for me.

Looking at powerful women in history, and reading their words and stories has given me the courage to live with courage as I raise my children.

RBG was one of those voices for me. To watch her challenge the exceptions of an entire culture motivated me.

To read her words helped me know I wasn’t crazy, when I saw gender inequality in my world.

Knowing she held her faith close is something that gave me hope that being ME didn’t mean I had to turn my back on God.

I don’t need her to be a saint, or evil, to be ok with who she was.

I don’t need her to be a saint, or evil, to grieve the passing of her life from this world.

I am thankful for her work, and the ways she changed the the world for better for my children, regardless of the DNA they were born with.

Your memory is blessing my life, in my family, Ruth Bader Ginsberg, you notorious woman of valor.

1000

* These are the beliefs I had taught to me. This is my experience, and I cannot ask clarifying questions of my parents, to try to better understand, since I am shunned by my family of origin. I do think these things are fairly accurate, because the now-adult people I was raised with, affirm and confirm that this is their experience.

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April 28, 2019 By HallieZ 1 Comment

i can wait

Feeling trapped, afraid of rejection, I force the words out

“I don’t know what I want”.

He speaks clearly.

“I can wait”.

All the bells go off in my head. I am scared and I wonder if it is real, but I am not sure and I don’t know.

Softly, he cautiously voices the last thing I was expecting to hear.

 “I am not asking you for anything you can’t give”.

I don’t know how to do this, really. I don’t know how to accept a man holding space for me.

It is easier for me to just assume that all men only want one thing.

It is easier to sign on for the toxic and not-nuanced expectations of what it means to be a man.

I know how to be demanded of.

I know how to give in to control and coercion. 

I know how to submit, how to swear to a man that I am not real and never existed and agree that it is true, what I want doesn’t matter. In fact, what I thought I wanted isn’t something I want at all and is actually quite BAD.

He holds me close. His breath matches mine and I watch the clouds go by.

All is still.

This is new.

I am scared.

Maybe it REALLY is ok with him, if I am real. 

Maybe it REALLY is ok if I want and need.

Maybe my answer is worth waiting for.

  • He is the men who have come into my life since my divorce and given me glimpses of what a man can be. Thank you for being a part of my journey.

Filed Under: divorce, Feminism, healing, kindness, life after missions, love, Sacred Feminine, Uncategorized

January 23, 2019 By HallieZ 1 Comment

1,000 Band-Aids

I need one thousand band-aids today.

Wait.

1,000 isn’t even close to enough,, and I can feel it all around me today.

A band-aid for you Ted, in your ripped pants exposing your body to the elements. I put coffee and some donuts in your hand and I listen to a story, but I know it isn’t enough.

A band-aid for you, angry woman, who screamed at my kids and their dad Saturday at the pro-life march. My daughter’s heart was with you, but how could you know? She’s sobbing in my arms because she knows you’re hurting, for some reason, and she’s only 12, and she doesn’t get to choose where she goes. But she loves you.

A bandaid for you, rich lady. You have everything, it looks like, to most of us, but as I dust another shelf that doesn’t need dusting, my heart pounds in time with yours, and I know it’s never enough, and it doesn’t satisfy in the way that you need.

I don’t just need band-aids.

I need the antibiotic ointment ones.

Scratch that.

I need the ones with the fucking cure for all the world’s problem.

I want a miracle drug on those bad boys.

I don’t just want to put a band-aid on you, I want to wrap you up in gauze, douse you in saline solution, and sing you to sleep. Hold you in my arms. I don’t care if you smell like the street and the garbage and the pain, I want you to somehow know you are beloved.

I need the biggest bottle of lavender oil in the world and a hot tub the size of earth to hold your pain. To soak you in love. 

I see you.  

I love you.

Filed Under: Grief, healing, kindness, life after missions, love, speaking up, Uncategorized

April 15, 2018 By HallieZ 2 Comments

#Proverbs31IRL


A virtuous woman, who can find? She is far more precious than minimum wage. 

She is worth $25 an hour (according to the judge, but her paycheck has yet to be informed).

The heart of her multitudinous children (who ARE a blessing from the Lord, dammit!) trust her, and will have no luck convincing her to buy them an iPad.

She does them good, and does not yell at them, all the days of her life

(well at least, like, 95% of the time, you know, when she remembers her meds).

She is like the ship of merchants, and overstocks her barns with food from Costco. 

She rises while it is yet night and drives her children to school while simultaneously weaving, patching hand-me-downs and doing her magical work-from-home minimum wage job..

She considers buying a field, but realizes that her food stamps probably won’t transfer to real estate.

She perceives her merchandise is profitable, and puts it on her to-do list to start an Etsy shop in 2025 when she’s done doing the laundry.

She dyes her hair with pink, and is clothed with strength and dignity, and she sure as hell ain’t got time for stilettos. 

Her lamp goes out at night, but there are charities who get her electricity back on.

SHE is not afraid of snow, but unfortunately her school district is, so FUGGETABOUTIT! You can sleep when you’re dead!

She looks well in her house in her track pants and her badass tiara, and does not eat the gluten of fatness (unless she just REALLY deserves a doughnut).

She opens her mouth and drops truth bombs like it’s nobody’s business, and she smashes ALL THE PATRIARCHY!

She laughs at the time to come… because she knows she’s gonna prove wrong everyone who told her she wasn’t enough.

She was taught she needed a husband to define her, but the voice of Wisdom was a woman crying out in the streets, and she chose to let Wisdom’s voice define her instead.

Her children rise up and call her blessed, and her Father in heaven EXPLODES with pride, praising her:

“Many women have done excellently, but YOU surpass them all.”

Charm is deceitful, and financial stability is over-rated, but but the virtuous woman who loves the Lord kicks ass.

Give her her child support, and let all the people stand in awe of her amazon strength.

 


 By Deanna Fraser & Hallie Ziebart

I have had enough. Enough beating women over the head with this fictional woman. Enough telling us there’s only one way for us to be awesome. Enough skipping over Jael and Abigail and Deborah and… Enough making the single mamas feel like second class nothing. Enough.

Can you share your IN REAL LIFE Proverbs 31 moments with me?

 #Proverbs31IRL

Or link up a blog or story in the comments!

Or tag a friend and brag on them!

I was ranting to my pal Deanna about this the other day, and she wrote this version of Proverbs 31 for me. It is with her kind permission I share. And say… go check out her album. Deanna was a lifeline for me when we both lived in China. And both made it out alive. Broken, but alive!!!

 

AND… Some links to some stuff that might help you out if hearing Proverbs 31 talked about like this makes you want to rip me apart. Or, if just hearing the phrase made you throw up in your mouth a little bit.

Things you might not know about Proverbs31

A Smart Dude on Wisdom

Filed Under: divorce, Feminism, healing, love, Sacred Feminine, speaking up, Spiritual Abuse, Uncategorized

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