Healing Scars

While I recuperate from surgery, God has not been inactive in my life. Though quiet on Twitter, I've been busy elsewhere. I want to share something I realized along the way.

Many teach we should confess sins, and thus be forgiven. But "confessing" actually goes beyond that single purpose.

When I speak about something, particularly something close to my heart, I make it more real to myself as well, bringing it to my conscious mind so it can be addressed.

When I discuss old wounds, admitting those scars (those "deep, dark secrets") are still there, I also brought them to God's Light, where they CAN be dispelled. This not only includes things we call "sins," but also things that hurt us over the years. God can and does wash away both!

This wasn't just bringing things to God in the silence of my heart. This was dragging the whole "kit and kaboodle" to the cruel light of this world - telling another in life! To me, and likely many, the thought of doing so scared the crap out of me!

I didn't want these thoughts and memories on the surface of my mind, and certainly not out in the open where others can see and judge me by them. So I buried them - and then hid the shovel!

But the truth is, they never got healed that way. They only come back to bite me like an iceberg in the night, where the majority of the negative influences are below the surface, in my subconscious.

I finally had a heart-to-heart with someone, grabbing a pinch of courage --- OK a LOT of courage --- and several boxes of tissues to do so. I shared the scars I carry within, all the negative images I have of myself, all the things that hurt me over the decades.

It was HEALING. 

Yes, I brought it to God in prayer - MANY times. And when I prayed, I was comforted. But God also works through our sisters and brothers for a reason.

When I buried something as far from my mind as possible, I offered God the pain, but not the root cause. 

God does not work against free will, no matter how strong the urge to help a Child in anguish. Talking with another brought it to my conscious mind, and into God's Light.

So God waited for me to decide that I did not want to hide them any more. Then these old, but still raw scars, were gently taken from my hand... and dissipated into sweet Joy.