Another aspect of facing truth and being made free is acknowledging the pain inside myself. I appreciate one man's work to learn healing techniques for people under his brief care as a medic. He's written a short book and recently published a video explaining three easy steps to emotional healing. I marveled as he explained the simplicity of it...and since watching that I've been working on oodles of areas in my life which have surfaced in just a week or so.
This morning the heaviness I felt seemed to have several causes, some of which I've mentioned already. Two more seem to be deep emotional and mental pain because of the narcissistic abuse I've endured all my life as well as a sort of hiding I think I've done in order to survive it all over the long haul.
I had no idea when I took a break from things years ago that so much needed to be exposed and unearthed within me. I needed to learn about the need for deliverance, the reality of true inner healing, that everyone is not basically kind and that we can reap junk from what other people have sown.
The good news in there is multifaceted:
I am still adored (and have always been) by the One who knit me together.
He isn't afraid of the big bad wolves.
He has made ample provisions for the ills of this life.
Facing other people's junk, weeding the crud they added to the garden of my life and learning to sow good things even when things seem bleak and barren is really a master plan of living an exuberant life.
This morning the heaviness I felt seemed to have several causes, some of which I've mentioned already. Two more seem to be deep emotional and mental pain because of the narcissistic abuse I've endured all my life as well as a sort of hiding I think I've done in order to survive it all over the long haul.
I had no idea when I took a break from things years ago that so much needed to be exposed and unearthed within me. I needed to learn about the need for deliverance, the reality of true inner healing, that everyone is not basically kind and that we can reap junk from what other people have sown.
The good news in there is multifaceted:
I am still adored (and have always been) by the One who knit me together.
He isn't afraid of the big bad wolves.
He has made ample provisions for the ills of this life.
Facing other people's junk, weeding the crud they added to the garden of my life and learning to sow good things even when things seem bleak and barren is really a master plan of living an exuberant life.
