When knowledge meets memories
Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 7:36 am
With the the naivety of childhood gone and the memories coming up beginning to be dealt with I understand things I didn't understand before.
For me it means realizing how many times I was just a moment away from death and/or being very hurt. I stop and look at all the pictures of my past and it makes me angry.
It also means seeing how many times God protected me. I wonder how many times we miss His hand in our lives.
I went to the cross on Saturday and had the most wonderful experience. I was so broken and was seeking Gods presence. I knelt at the cross and could fill with filling up inside of me. Was amazing.
Yesterday I went again, to find answers. There was no filling up like the day before. I was disappointed. I sat for a long time and just talked. I knew what was between me and the cross was my anger and my guilt because of my anger. I could only look at the foot of the cross. He said, lift your eyes up. I said I can't, I'm not worthy. He nudged again and I focused on the center of the cross like my husband had showed me to do the day before and God said, "He is." Meaning Jesus is worthy.
The walls of guilt began to crumble.
The anger remains. Just being honest here.
It's just the past. It's just the flesh. So why does it matter. Why does it effect me so.
After cool church I was thinking about why I see God as being angry at me if I do something wrong. What came to my thoughts was a picture that's been haunting me. I see the faces of the many men and they are all angry towards me. I didn't do anything to deserve it. Well I did something. Left my toys out or disobeyed so it made my dad furious so I ran from him which I knew I was not to do. So I was in a place I shouldn't of been (middle of a drug deal) because I was running, something I shouldn't be doing. I see Gods face and he is angry as well. I felt he was angry at me just like all the rest of the men. Where they angry or just evil? I know I have trouble discerning other emotions from anger. Excitement seems like anger to me.
The anger comes from the pain and the pain seems hopeless. I know much of the past when I look at it It doesn't trigger a response, just ugh, yuck, there it is, oh well, it has no hold on me anymore. Or at least very little hold on me. I have a memory I've not dealt with. I know I have to. It keeps nagging me. So it must be almost time. Gotta get through this one first. I keep saying to God, I'll deal with that one next, and then we're done right? There's always one to deal with and one tapping on the closet door waiting to get out. Deal with the one, toss it out, let the other out and begin to deal with it and another one starts tapping on the closet door.
I don't know how people do this with out the Lord. I know I couldn't. There's no way.
For me it means realizing how many times I was just a moment away from death and/or being very hurt. I stop and look at all the pictures of my past and it makes me angry.
It also means seeing how many times God protected me. I wonder how many times we miss His hand in our lives.
I went to the cross on Saturday and had the most wonderful experience. I was so broken and was seeking Gods presence. I knelt at the cross and could fill with filling up inside of me. Was amazing.
Yesterday I went again, to find answers. There was no filling up like the day before. I was disappointed. I sat for a long time and just talked. I knew what was between me and the cross was my anger and my guilt because of my anger. I could only look at the foot of the cross. He said, lift your eyes up. I said I can't, I'm not worthy. He nudged again and I focused on the center of the cross like my husband had showed me to do the day before and God said, "He is." Meaning Jesus is worthy.
The walls of guilt began to crumble.
The anger remains. Just being honest here.
It's just the past. It's just the flesh. So why does it matter. Why does it effect me so.
After cool church I was thinking about why I see God as being angry at me if I do something wrong. What came to my thoughts was a picture that's been haunting me. I see the faces of the many men and they are all angry towards me. I didn't do anything to deserve it. Well I did something. Left my toys out or disobeyed so it made my dad furious so I ran from him which I knew I was not to do. So I was in a place I shouldn't of been (middle of a drug deal) because I was running, something I shouldn't be doing. I see Gods face and he is angry as well. I felt he was angry at me just like all the rest of the men. Where they angry or just evil? I know I have trouble discerning other emotions from anger. Excitement seems like anger to me.
The anger comes from the pain and the pain seems hopeless. I know much of the past when I look at it It doesn't trigger a response, just ugh, yuck, there it is, oh well, it has no hold on me anymore. Or at least very little hold on me. I have a memory I've not dealt with. I know I have to. It keeps nagging me. So it must be almost time. Gotta get through this one first. I keep saying to God, I'll deal with that one next, and then we're done right? There's always one to deal with and one tapping on the closet door waiting to get out. Deal with the one, toss it out, let the other out and begin to deal with it and another one starts tapping on the closet door.
I don't know how people do this with out the Lord. I know I couldn't. There's no way.