Recently I was blessed to hear Jim Woodford speak, author of “Heaven.” It was a moving experience for me, one that touched my spirit deeply.
That which impacted me the most was the description of the Angels. They of mighty stature and the purest violet eyes one can imagine, and then some.
He shared how they are with us always, from our first moment of formation til our last breath. The awe of this fact fills me even now.
With me always.
My Guardians of God, sent to protect, guide and comfort me.
Even then, in my can.
My can. This is how I think of my times tossed away into the trash, literally, by my Mother,for “allowing” my Father’s abuse.
Except now, God has used the vision of Heaven he gave to this author to comfort me in the now as the then is healed even more.
You see, I have often wondered at the fact that, though I remember the feeling of abandonment I felt those long nights, I have no memories of fear or loneliness.
I understand now… it was my Angels who sat with me. Who wrapped their wings around me, miraculously to fit within with me. They stood guard over me that no harm come to me, shielded me from the hot and the cold, loved me in my abandonment.
As God is waking me to this truth of those times, He is also showing me this…
It isn’t my can, it never was.
I was placed in the trash, discarded, tossed away, but it wasn’t my can.
I can release this time of abuse, for it was never mine.
I didn’t ask for it, as I was told.
I didn’t deserve it, as I was told.
I didn’t belong in the trash.
It wasn’t my can then…
It isn’t my can now!