When feelings find me, new ones that I have hidden from to survive, they get under my skin. An emotional “itch” that can so easily turn into more. It feels like it is festering and growing, fed off of fear, as I internally revisit the incident. The end result to be loss of peace as panic attack mode rises.
I don’t like this me.
This morning was/is one of these me kind of days.
I knew I had a meeting that held the potential to make me feel little, all wrapped in fear, the wrong if I do or if I don’t kind.
I rose early, fasting and praying to Abba, that His bravery would be mine. Reminding myself that I am not then, I don’t have to be fearful and that, “There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love.” 1 John 4:18 (KJV)
I prayed that I would love this person, stay objective to what was shared and remember I am loved with the greatest of loves of my Lord.
It worked, no fear, for Abba always keeps His promises, just gotta remember to claim them. He helped me remember.
Thing is, I forgot other feelings. As soon as I felt that I was being misjudged, my words twisted and thrown back at me, I got defensive. Angry too, now that I think about it. I wanted to point my finger at this person and say, “Look in the mirror, how about the way you talk to me?”
But that is not the point, it isn’t what matters, in the end.
No, I must answer for me, not others. I need to work on where I am at fault. That won’t happen if I don’t open my heart to truth.
So, here I am, writing it out to stem the panic. To see with Spiritual eyes rather than human. Eyes on me, not others.
Judge not that ye be not judged.
I entered this meeting full of judging, attitude wise. So sure of my perfection, not open.
I want to cry just now, I am not liking me, I am ashamed and saddened at my attitude, that my heart, my Abba heart was so un-Christlike.
Can’t stay here though, no, gotta pick myself back up and move on.
Thinking I will let Jesus carry me awhile. I am sad. It is ok to need His help, He wants to help me.
That is what I am thankful for.
“I am sorry, Abba, forgive me. Help me to do better.”
Best thing is, He already has, trick being to forgive myself. That can be hard for abuse survivors, especially childhood ones. Hard but not impossible.
So, instead of beating myself up I will praise the Lord for this opportunity to learn and grow. I will find the joy in having moved forward in my healing, one small step at a time is still a step in the right direction.
I choose joy and peace, even as the storm rages.
I choose Jesus.