“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you;
Before you were born I sanctified you;
I ordained you a prophet to the nations.”
Jeremiah 1:5
Patrizia Schwartz, also known as Trixi, was born in Germany, raised in South Africa from age 5. I migrated to New Zealand with my husband, Clive, & our 2 boys, Jesse (26) & Misha (22) in July 2014.
Over the years, I've dabbled with various creative ventures which include sewing, knitting, crocheting, embroidery & cross-stitch embroidery, choir, dance & drama. I rediscovered my creative abilities in September 2017 & it has been instrumental in my healing journey. I tried my hand at painting in September 2019 & started my studio, Trixi's Creations with a focus on Healing heARTs shortly after. I'm a mixed-media artist who works in pencil and coloured pencils, watercolours, acrylics, pastels and digital scrapbooking.
For most of my life I've believed that LIE that I'm a Jack of all trades, master of NONE. However, God's Truth is that He created me that way so I can reach more people. I'm a "Jack of all trades, master of DIVERSITY."
Strong, gentle, fierce, tenacious and compassionate, I create whimsical pieces that spread the message that God loves you, is there for you, and you’re never alone. As a faith-filled, life-speaking, fully devoted follower of Christ, my desire is to touch people’s hearts with the love of God & bring healing to the nations through creativity. My number 1 passion & purpose is to change the world🌏 1 💔 heart at a time.
Prior to becoming a stay-at-home & homeschool mom almost 20 years ago, I held various roles in the corporate sector, the last of which was a half-day job in which I served as an Office & Systems Administrator, prior to that Personal Assistant, Secretary, Receptionist & Administrative Assistant.
Me
ABOUT
This is my Story
I can't remember how many times I've shared my testimony with someone in the hopes to encourage them only to be told: "You should write a book!" However, that's not yet an area I've got courage to venture into, so I'll share my journey here as I go along...
Please note that I don't share my story to dishonour, blame or shame those who have wounded me in any way but merely to expose how my own sinful responses towards what happened caused me to remain stuck in the trauma of the events in the hope that my testimony will bring hope to those who are struggling with the same issues.
It's inevitable that offence will come in life, but whether we respond to it in a godly or ungodly way is entirely our choice. What happened to us as a children was not our fault but what we do now, what we think, how we dress, where we go, who we go with, and what we touch, we you touch & who touches us is our full responsibility!
God has given us a rule book, the Bible, to tell us how to win a life. Jesus came to heal the broken-hearted & bind up their wounds. He came to set the captives free. Healing & restoration also comes by confessing to one another James 5:16. We are wounded in relationships but we also heal in relationships. Having confessed, we need to receive, to let forgiveness cleans. 'But if we walk in the light as He is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus Christ His Son cleanses us from all sin.' I John 1:7 Although the Blood cleanses us, it is not the task of the Blood alone to heal but the felloswhip with one another that brings healing & restoration. We need to be restored to the fellowhip of our fellow citizens. Only their acceptance & embrace can heal years of suffering & ostracism. That is after all, how we experience God's love.
Knowledge will never override experience. You can tell me you love me untill you're blue in the face, but because of my lifetime experiences of abandonment & rejection, I will never believe you unnless I experience it through your actions. I share my story so that others may find hope in knowing that If God did this for me, He will do it again for them too.
This is how we OVERCOME:
And they overcame and conquered him because of the blood of the Lamb and because of the word of their testimony, for they did not love their life and renounce their faith even when faced with death. Revelation 12:11
Beetroot Panic
I Stuffed Up
Claiming Back the Colour in my Life
I Thought Playing was a "Waste of Time"
Flags a Prophetic Picture of Wings
Ice Skates
Fiery Furnace
Pain that's Buried Alive, Stays Alive...
Servanthood is my Spirit
I'm a Pioneer!
Chaos
Having Support is Important
Yet Unresolved
"What's on your mind?" Facebook asks me every day... well usually I fight my battles in silence & share a testimony once I'm through the testing & pruning. It's much easier to share a testimony after the fact, than it is to share what I'm currently wresstling with. Fact is, I don't always have it all together & like a dear tribe sister said recently, even when things aren't going well, I'd still be laughing, so here's something other than a highlight reel below...
Please Hear what I'm NOT Saying
Today started on a very high note for me, but ended in a tearful & very difficult day. At the Market Makers meeting, something snapped in my heart, when Pastor Jo closed the service just before Pastor Greg came up from behind & asked if I had been prayed for. I'm ashamed to admit "Yup, I knew it, He's just like Dad, He doesn't care about me!" had popped up in my mind.
I composed myself & headed off to work. Elias was busy & suggested I head back home earlier than I had planned & come back after 1 pm when I could have his undivided attention to work through the things I needed his input on.
I didn't lie when I said I was going to be late because I had an unexpected visitor but the real reason Ester was here is that she came to pray with me, because she was there at Market Makers in the morning when I started to cry & held me long after everyone had left. She had checked in later to see if there was anything she could do for me...
There are some areas of my heart where I've broken through & progressed beautifully but a few remaining areas where I'm still a painful mess.
I've been reading quite a bit lately...
"Most often those who hurt most are silent. For various reasons, we don't allow ourselves to experience the pain we feel. Therefore the pain ends up being covered with work, alcohol, sex, drugs, depression, compulsive eating, dieting & the endless list of acting-out behaviours that indicate to alert observers that all is not well. Having failed to scream, we are now screaming through our disorders, addictions & compulsions. To scream is normal when facing tragic events. Not to scream may reveal the extent to which we are bleeding to death on the inside."
This quote from Failure to Scream by Robert Hicks resonates with me because I still do a fair amount of pushing down before I allow myself to grieve. "You should be beyond this!", a pastor told me years ago when I went to ask for help, so now I just don't ask. "Just get the hell over it!" I so often tell myself.
After a lifetime of feeling numb due to boxing up emotions, because I concluded emotions were dangerous, I now feel like I'm on a roller-coaster ride at the rapid pace the Holy Spirit has been resurfacing the unresolved trauma to unpack my box 📦& believe me, sometimes it's loudly buzzing with bugs. From time to time the volcano of boxed-up emotions erupts & today was one of those days.
I'm still learning to feel my feelings & scream my screams. Today my heart's been screaming on so many levels & so many tears have been rolling down my cheeks due to severe grief of not having a mother or father I can go to with my fears & insecurities, for comfort & wisdom.
Apart from healing hearts, I'm an encourager too, & I can often see more in people than they can see in themselves. I've also felt called to be a "Spiritual Mother" to others for decades & have always been one to take the motherless & fatherless amongst my peers under my wing even though I was myself burying my own grief of motherlessness & fatherlessness. This weighs rather heavy on me because I feel ill-equipped not having a "spiritual father or mother" myself & therefore no modelling to know what, how & when I should be doing it.
"The Cry for Spiritual Fathers & Mothers" by Larry Kreider has been on my bookshelf for years, waiting to be read. I finally picked it up to read this week & it's been pushing so many buttons...
"As I travel throughout the world training leaders and potential leaders, I see a consistent and desperate need for spiritual fathers and mothers to be in vital relationships with spiritual children. Whether they are new believers, Christians for many years, or pastors, the need is still the same. Deep down inside, many are longing for spiritual fathers and mothers.
God is calling us to become spiritual parents to prepare the next generation for spiritual parenthood. He desires to restore a sense of responsibility in spiritual fathers and mothers toward their children. Spiritual parenting fills the void and closes the gap of broken relationships between the old and the young.
Wouldn’t it be great if someone saw your potential in Christ and decided to invest in your life? This is the point of a spiritual parenting relationship—we can go a lot further spiritually if we work together in family-like units to reach the world."
I've spent my life looking for a father figure to fill the gaping void Dad's absence left in my heart. As I was reading, it suddenly dawned💡on me that's exactly what Elias has been doing. I can't express how grateful I am for the way he leads, even though I struggle to see in me what he & others see in me.
He's encouraged me in so many ways —my self-confidence and who I am in the Lord — he's pulled stuff out of me that nobody was ever able to pull out. He sees things nobody's ever noticed. Nobody's ever seen the glimpses of diamonds & gold in me... He stepped up to do what Dad so dismally failed to do, calling me forth into life to be ME. He didn't give up on me even when my heart thought, it's just a matter of time before he'll be sick & tired of me.
I've been climbing the ladder of performance all my life. Neither my 2nd place in hurdles nor all my distinctions were ever acknowledged but criticised. Nobody came to cheer me on when I sung the solo or danced in the school plays... so when I come to him excited with what I had produced, like a little toddler would bring their drawing to mom & dad for acknowledgement, that's the wounded little girl inside hoping Dad will finally acknowledge her existence & achievements.
However, there's a confusion that springs up my defences when I perceive his sudden change over from gentle leader to "boss". There's a softness in his eyes & voice that disappears with the pressure he's under & it causes anxiety, a shut down in trust & a temptation to hide until the softness returns & I feel safe enough to be at ease again. That's the change he sees in my eyes when he so often says "there she is now!" And sometimes I get confused because I'm not sure where the boundaries of work & friendship are & am I even allowed to be my boss' friend? I need friendship that lasts.
Over & over I've waded my way across stormy uncharted waters even learning to home educate & write a blog to share what I discovered the hard way, when school failed our boys. Much like the 7 year old in boarding school coming home to the all contents of her cupboard on the floor every day, with no reason why & no instructions what was wrong & how to do it correctly. Just do it & when it's done, it's wrong. Once again, a task without parameters for me causing, unfamiliar territories, chaos & overwhelm🤦♀️as seen with my response to Conference & Awards Finalist Interviews 😢 That seems to have been a pattern in my life & work. Creating order out of chaos & leaving procedure manuals for newcomers to follow. Did I mention I hate chaos?🤔 It messes with my OCD. Over & over I've had to prove myself "good enough" to others & also myself.
Oh & then there's the case of that "Shame? Who? Me?" worksheet from the UNashamed teaching series I completed for the 3rd time on Wednesday evening. Imagine my disappointment when, although a few areas have improved, I realised, my life is still pretty much shame based & that's what's driving so many of my responses, causing the stubborn resistance to change as well as the imposter syndrome & constantly feeling like an intruder & a burden. I guess the next 6 weeks are going to be rough ride 🤦♀️Please pray for me as I pursue taking down the stronghold of shame in my life...
Sharing my breakthroughs (highlight reels) is easy for me but allowing people into the struggles whilst I'm in there, not so much because in the past too many have left when the going got tough. All too often I do have something to say, but I just can't get the words out, so please hear what I'm NOT saying.
Healing from Complex PTSD is a challenging process with many ups and downs. Confronting trauma can sometimes worsen it before it improves. Childhood trauma often leads to ingrained coping mechanisms based on fight, flight, freeze, or please responses (I do all of these), which can resurface during stress.
To manage post-traumatic stress from child abuse or neglect, it's crucial to build resilience. Despite effective therapy & healing, breaking away from these ingrained survival strategies can be difficult, and old patterns may re-emerge from time to time.
I continue to pray for enlarged capacity & the ability to keep my heart ❤️ open even when it hurts & I'm afraid of intimacy (in-to-me-see) with God & others.
I'm grateful for those who are walking this journey with me as I navigate my way through the maze of emotions & sinful responses that need to be uncovered & brought to death at the cross. I'm grateful for those around me who are so patiently loving💞 me back to life!