Modelbuilder's Journal Day 5
Posted: Fri Jan 02, 2015 11:11 pm
Hello journal. I cannot say that I am sitting down with eager anticipation of writing the following but discipline must pick up where eagerness and anticipation fall away or are just lacking. With what I put on these pages yesterday comes today another part of the problem, I will give the problem a name and it is a nasty name: The name is self hatred and its roots grow deep into my garden. With all that happened in those few short years the weed of self hatred was planted, fertilized, watered and nurtured - really kind of sick is it not?! I try to think on God's love for me and others, I can walk into the church I attend and see and feel how much God loves the people there, and sometimes I catch a glimpse of God's love for me, but to stay in a position and receive and grow in that love is something I have not been able to do. I understand it in my head but it rarely gets to my heart and that is where it needs to get to. The first time I saw an illustration of Jesus throwing his head back and laughing I was speechless - a God who smiles did not fit the way I saw or see God. I am not saying for one moment that my view of God is without flaw but it never occurred to me that Jesus might actually be happy about anything, smile at anyone or enjoy much of anything. I know Jesus loves me, I have sang that song to all of my kids, but my heart is blocked off and I very, very limited heart knowledge of it - but I sure do know the scriptures about God's love in my head!
I spent so many years denying the pain, medicating it in various way and just being unaware of the source of the pain that the kid inside me and I are pretty disconnected. Furthermore, attempts to heal and connect with the kid are what you might call exceptionally painful. I do not like him let alone love him as he is just a horrid reminder of hideous events and he was too weak to stand up and fight and all of the fallout that came along with those events. But the dirty little secret is that his pain is my pain and what was done to him was done to me. I have forgiven the individuals involved, I have forgiven God for letting the whole sorry business take place, but embracing that boy and forgiving him..................I have said the words before "I forgive you," to that lad and gone so far as to tell him that no one will ever hurt him like that again, but I cannot make myself accept him for any real length of time or with any lasting success. I am tired of this trail around this mountain and am so ready for a different path, trail, road, highway, river, sea or ocean. I take my comfort in God - what is impossible with man is possible with God.
I spent so many years denying the pain, medicating it in various way and just being unaware of the source of the pain that the kid inside me and I are pretty disconnected. Furthermore, attempts to heal and connect with the kid are what you might call exceptionally painful. I do not like him let alone love him as he is just a horrid reminder of hideous events and he was too weak to stand up and fight and all of the fallout that came along with those events. But the dirty little secret is that his pain is my pain and what was done to him was done to me. I have forgiven the individuals involved, I have forgiven God for letting the whole sorry business take place, but embracing that boy and forgiving him..................I have said the words before "I forgive you," to that lad and gone so far as to tell him that no one will ever hurt him like that again, but I cannot make myself accept him for any real length of time or with any lasting success. I am tired of this trail around this mountain and am so ready for a different path, trail, road, highway, river, sea or ocean. I take my comfort in God - what is impossible with man is possible with God.