Lisa Brittain writes about freedom, trust and surrender. She asked me to write about freedom.
She reminds the reader that when we look to the Lord, we are radiant and without fear. (Psalm 34:5).
This morning, I read my contribution to her blog. It’s an odd excitement to see your words in other places, I hope it will always be exciting. I believe it will.
Today, it prompted a sort of urgent self-reflection, a gentle stirring me to right a slight wrong.
Early still, I’m awake and thinking about this new “forgetting and forgiving is freedom” place God has me.
I know it’s the right place, this place of deliverance longed for for so long.
Yet, it’s not about me.
I’m glad I caught it early.
Self-examination in the quiet space of morning caused me to trash quickly a post, one about not joining in the conversations about new and overwhelmingly increasing numbers of sexual abuse disclosures.
I harshly used the word “bandwagon” to judge others who are finding their voice and bravely revealing what they’d hidden for so long.
My 5:30 a.m. journal is a note to self:
Are you boastful when you declare your progress?
Are you self-righteous when you proclaim your healing?
Somewhere I remember self-righteousness being like filthy rags.
And my sermon to self?
“Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.”
I will preface the sharing of my post on freedom by being clear.
I understand how important it is to confront physical, sexual, emotional abuse and if appropriate, even the abuser.
I understand the powerful freedom that comes from declarative disclosure, ideally with a trusted and trained therapist.
It is important to say aloud and as often as needed:
“He, she, they should not have hurt me.” or “What happened to me was wrong”.
Yes, I do understand.
I understand the strength you never thought was yours equipping you in your disclosure and growing stronger and stronger.
I understand to decide to step away from those wounds, to move on towards new and vibrant places with a countenance of confidence is a decision of will and of faith, of determination and daily rising up to meet the road with God beside me.
I’m not able on my own.
My decisive daily prayer of what to do now with my survivor story that was once horrific and now, hopeful has become:
Lord, what do I have to say that others need to hear, to read, to know? Help me to help and not hinder and to speak more of my hope through you than my harm through them. May it be so.
Because of mercy, Amen
Here’s an excerpt from my post on which Lisa gave space for my freedom story.
For so long, I’ve held tightly to my harm from abuse. My days and nights have been marked by reminders that prodded the scars of my heart’s wounds, the scars that would be forever tender. Talking with others who understood or at least could attempt to be empathic, I was committed to my mindset, a decision to “keep my stuff”. It was a huge part of me…
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