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Andi Hess
OGL 482
Miriam Lohrmann
June 4, 2022
Many people will say, “It’s in the past, just leave it there. What’s the use of revisiting it?”
The truth is that you cannot and will not experience deep, true, and lasting change until you
engage your story. Our brains form what’s called neurological pathways based on past
experiences and relationships that inform, guide, and make or break all future experiences and
relationships. The good news is that our brains have the ability to reshape these past experiences
due to neuroplasticity, which is the brain’s ability to change, and one of the ways this can happen
is through engaging with your story and changing the narrative. Even with experiences that
weren’t negative, engaging with your past and acknowledging your experiences and relationships
The first experience most of us have with relationship is with our primary caregivers and
they have a massive role is shaping how we see and feel about ourselves, how we form bonds
with other people, how we regulate emotions and much more. Unfortunately, an early memory I
have with my father is not a happy one for me and as a woman in her late 20s I see how deeply
that impacted my belief in myself as a young girl. Math happened to be a subject with which I
struggled immensely when I was young, and I gave up quickly when I didn’t understand a
concept. One night my dad and I sat at the dining room table as he attempted to explain to me
how to find the answer to the specific problem. We were both tired and frustrated and I already
felt incredibly defeated by my inability to catch on. My father’s frustrations intensified until he
finally yelled at me and said, “what are you stupid?” My stomach sank and confirmed what I
already had begun to believe about myself every time I sat down to do math or anything else that
I wasn’t immediately good at. I ran from the table crying and shut myself in my room. Being the
youngest and the only girl in my family I already had heaped pressure on myself to perform for
the love and affirmation of my parents. I saw that my brothers received this when they did well
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in school so I attempted the same, but the voice in the back of my head would return to remind
me that I couldn’t even when I tried. I didn’t speak to my dad for two days until he came home
from work with a bouquet of roses and asked for my forgiveness. I did forgive him, but
unfortunately the damage had been done and wouldn’t be undone for many years.
As I went through middle school I continued to struggle with a hatred of my body and
how it didn’t look like the other girls and the sustaining belief that I wasn’t intelligent and
therefore couldn’t succeed in school and in life. I absolutely dreaded my future and the thought
that one day I’d have to “make it on my own” because I genuinely believed that would be
impossible. The fear that gripped me was crippling and I even had thoughts of ending my life
because of it. The other face of this fear came from the poverty in which my family and I lived.
This was the world I knew, and I had an almost impossible time believing it could change. Some
of the beliefs about myself began to shift as I grew taller, joined sports leagues, and discovered
that I could make people laugh. If I couldn’t do well in school, I thought to myself that I would
always have friends if I was the funny one. The actual funny thing was that I received excellent
marks in English, Rhetoric, Logic, Writing, Public Speaking, Latin, Spanish, and essentially
anything that wasn’t math. Even with that being true, I still had the pathway in my brain
A major shift came one night when I attended a conference that my parents forced me to
join and my angsty 16-year-old self was not happy to be there. For context, I was raised in the
Christian church, heard all the stories, went to all the events, and even believed in God, but had
no interest in maintaining that lifestyle. At this conference however, I heard about a Jesus that I
had never encountered in my 16 years of learning about this man. The experience I had that night
is difficult to put into words, but what I can say is that I was met with a tangible love and
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compassion that was otherworldly to say the least. I had never before encountered who I believe
today to be the real Jesus and he sat with me, expecting nothing in return, relishing the
opportunity to be with me and deeply desiring closeness with my heart. A constant warmth and
profound feeling of love washed over me as I sat in this moment and I almost didn’t want it to
end. I left that room confused, overwhelmed with emotions that I didn’t know existed and
questioning everything I thought I knew and that was just the beginning.
The first person in my life that opened the door to what I call “being awake for the first
time” was one of my older brothers. He and I were best friends growing up and I wanted to do
everything he did, and he cared for me in every way. He was never the brother that didn’t want
his little sister around and in fact made his friends play with me whenever I tagged along. I knew
this guy like the back of my hand and people even jokingly called us ‘the twins.’ While the 16-
year-old me was the last at home and having the aforementioned encounters that shook her
world, my brother Justin was at a school of ministry in California having a few life changing
moments himself. When he came back to visit, he was different. He always loved me and treated
me with kindness but this time, he loved me, spoke to me, championed me, encourage me and
treated me with the purest love I had ever experienced before. I was a little uncomfortable
because this man that I had known inside and out was different and I didn’t like change. I had
never encountered a person that would love and sacrifice their own comfort for me like he
would. It began to shape in me different beliefs in myself as he would tell me every day, “you
are so incredible…you are going to do amazing and bigger things than I’ll ever do…I am so
proud of the woman you’re becoming.” Looking back, I just know my neurological pathways
began to change as someone who I trust and looked up to was shifting the narrative I had
As I finished high school, I knew I needed to go to the same school my brother had
attended. If they could do that with him, what could they help me achieve I thought. At 18-years-
old, I moved to Northern California with my childhood best friend, and we embarked on one of
the greatest adventures of my life. In my first year, I had a mentor from Australia named Katrina
that had great impact on my personal growth and progression. Our first meeting was not
something I was ready for and now am so glad it happened. She asked me about my relationship
with my parents and when we got to my mother, I hit an obvious wall. She dug a little deeper and
asked if we could play a word association game and I agreed. She began slowly, “cow” and
quickly I replied, “milk”, “postman” she said, “mail” I replied and finally the gut punch came,
“women”, “weak” I replied. My stomach dropped, a wave of heat and embarrassment washed
over me, and I sat in the cushioned seat motionless, confused, and angry at myself that I would
let that slip out of my mouth. She said she wanted to stop the game there and dive into what had
just being opened. As we discussed, she came to understand that I was raised in a house with a
father and three older brothers who were strong, vocal leaders and in my heart I wanted to be a
leader as well. I lacked a picture of what a strong, vocal, female leader looked like and therefore
deemed it impossible for myself. Growing up I struggled believing that my mom was able to
emulate that for me and I held deep resentment towards her that I didn’t even realize. Katrina
asked me to say 3 nice things about my mom and I sat in silence for what seemed like an
eternity. To be honest, I don’t remember how that interaction ended, but I do know I walked to
my car and cried, knowing I was a different person in that moment and held an awareness about
At the end of that same school year, I took a trip with a team of 20 others to Thailand for
missions work in a few different areas of the country. We flew into Bangkok and took a van to a
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village called Mae Sot. There we met with a woman who ran an orphanage and the stories of
these children forever marked me. One young girl quickly attached herself to me and a few
others and was desperate for love and affection. If my memory serves me, she wasn’t more than
12 years old and had a deep cut on one side of her face. One day we found out that her parents
had sold her for a bag of rice to feed the rest of their family and that the cut had come from her
father and a broken bottle when she tried to stay with her mother. Another young girl at the age
of 15 had been rescued from a temple where she had been the sex slave of the Buddhist monks.
She had endured what I can only equate as daily torture and it broke our hearts. The second
week, we traveled to Chiang Mai which hosts one of the largest sex trade industries in the world.
Our hope was to work in the red-light district and bring help and hope in any way we could. My
heart was crushed seeing little girls as young as 5 years old be purchased for the night by men
old enough to be their grandfathers. I wanted to fight them or scream or do something. I felt so
helpless. My leaders pulled me to the side and gave me a perspective that has changed me
forever. They said, “Miriam, think of how broken and alone these men are that they would stoop
so low and seek intimacy in such a depraved and evil way.” I can’t say that it made me feel
differently in the moment, all I felt was seething hatred. But today that statement has shaped in
me a reminder that we’re all broken, we’ve all been hurt and rejected, and everyone is seeking
Back in the school once again, one of the leaders of the institution quickly became my
favorite and helped me understand some of my early distaste for the Christianity in which I grew
up. People are flawed and often shaped their understanding and doctrine regarding Christianity
around their predisposed prejudice or bias, and I experienced much of this as a young woman
especially around the topic of womanhood. This leader however, changed that for me and helped
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shape my understanding of this topic. His funny quip was often that Jesus was the first feminist
in history during a time where women were seen as property. As you look at his life however
you discover how passionate he was about including them in his life, his ministry and teachings
and how he took every opportunity to connect with them. During that period, it was illegal for
women to learn the Torah or sit under the teaching of a Rabbi. Jesus however openly opposed
this tradition and made sure they learned alongside men and understood their place in the
kingdom of heaven not as a servant or second class citizen but as a beloved and cherished
daughter of God. A woman was once brought to him accused of being a prostitute with aa angry
mob readying themselves to stone her and hopefully entrap Jesus in the process. His famous
words followed, “whoever here has never sinned, you can throw the first stone.” One by one the
crowd dropped their stones and left. As he knelt to pick up the woman, she thanked him
profusely saying he had saved her life. He replied to her, “there is no one here to accuse or judge
you.” This school leader opened an understanding for me of the calling on my life to lead as a
woman and that those who would oppose that mission openly oppose God’s desire for every
woman on earth. He felt so passionately about this that he wrote a book to explain the way
women have been robbed of their rightful place and the ways in which men have disempowered
them for too long. I found a belief in myself that I had never felt because my identity no longer
rested on what others thought or expected of me, but on what the one who created me said.
In my final year in the school, I interned for a man named James who quickly became a
father to me. His constant question became almost irritating had it not been so profoundly
helpful. As we would discuss my future plans, current problems I faced or past pain he would
first ask, “what does it look like practically to bring a solution or healing to that area?” I would
give basic or generic responses and I would get back, “what does that look like practically?” He
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wore me down so to speak until I looked at the issue as if I was standing outside of the house and
could see the entire thing. I was so concerned with the little details and he would often say,
“those are branches on the tree, I want us to look at the root system that built them.” I still use
those tools today and think about the ways in which my brain was reshaped to gain perspective
transition for me since I had been a coworker with those I was now in charge of. I have always
been someone who values relationship and wants to be liked by those around me. I slowly began
to grow in my ability to walk the line of being kind, respectful, and honest with what I was
requesting of those around me. Often times I felt mean, but I pressed on and when I left they had
only good things to say about my time there and the style of training and management I
implemented.
My next major stepping off point was when my time came to move away from California
at 24 years old. I had spent my entire adult life there at that point and while I knew it was the
right decision, it was also incredibly difficult. I felt like I was jumping off a ledge with no end in
sight. I left behind work, my home, friends who had become family and the place where I had
received the most radical healing, love, healthy community, and fun that I had ever experienced.
I knew I was leaving a changed woman but didn’t feel ready at the same time. I found my next
home in Arizona with my oldest brother and sister-in-law, and little did I know the ride I would
Soon into my time in Arizona, my grandmother passed away and I was devastated. She
was more than a grandmother that you see every once in a while, and barely speak to. She was to
this day, the most incredible woman I have ever met, the matriarch of our big family, and most
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importantly my friend. Soon after I lost her, the pandemic hit, and the world was turned on its
head for everyone. It was scary, unsettling and I was living in a city in which I knew 4 people. I
felt isolated as I’m sure many did and unsafe wherever I went. A few months into the pandemic,
my sister-in-law went into labor with my niece Elizabeth who lost her life on their way to the
hospital. This was an experience unlike anything I’d ever encountered before, and I sat at home
with their three older children who still believed that their parents would be home soon with their
new baby sister. My brother wore grief like a heavy cloak as he came home to tell his kids what
happened. His face had changed as he had not only looked death in the face, but it bore his
daughter’s small body. I got to hold her before her cremation as tell her all the things I had hoped
and dreamed for her as I looked at her tiny fingers and toes. How could I miss someone so much
who I had never known? That year marked me in ways that I don’t think words could form. Grief
and loss are powerful in the best and worst ways. They inform your worldview and give you a
perspective on life that nothing else can. After all the devastation that my siblings and I had gone
through in the two years I spent in Arizona, it felt like it was time to open a new chapter. They
decided to move to a town in Tennessee called Chattanooga and asked if I would go with them.
They’d been there once before and fell in love the moment they saw it. I agreed to go as well
because I loved being with them and was also ready for a change. A year ago, we moved to the
Relationships influence the brain more than anything else in our lives and experiences
have a similar effect. Our brain experiences emotional pain in the same region that it experiences
physical pain. Many will look at an experience and or a feeling they’ve had think it’s
insignificant or simply silly to give any attention to, but there’s no such thing as leaving
something in the past without healing from it first. If we refuse to acknowledge our relationships
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and past experiences, every experience we have in the future will be dictated by them. When we
encounter an experience or relationship in our present or future that is similar in any way to your
past, the brain’s natural defense is to tell you, “This is how this will end because it has happened
before.” We will never be able to live in the present and move on into a healthy future without
first revisiting and healing our past. It gives us context for our lives, understanding of the person
we are and often a reminder of the kind of strength we have. The most major theme I saw as I
revisited my story was the consistency of God to show up in my life in my worst moments. I
know many believe that having faith like mine is ridiculous or entirely wrong but if I reach the
end of my life and somehow it turns out to have been all in my head, I will count it as the
greatest adventure I ever had and be thankful for every step of the way. It is so empowering, and
hope filled to imagine yourself not alone and that there is a deity that deeply cares for and values
your life. To think that they have a road mapped out that is designed to prosper you and not harm
you, and to give you a hope and a future. I’m excited for the journey.
Losing
Grandma,
pandemic
&losing
Elizabeth
Moving to
Arizona
Mentor James
School Leader
AKA KV
Trip to Thailand
Meeting with
Katrina
First encounter
with God
Math with Dad
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