It's not that I'm not thankful this morning. I'm just having a difficult time focusing and finding my way to a place of thankfulness.
I know I am blessed beyond all reason. I know that God loves me as His own child. I know that He will always care for me. I know that I have wonderful people in my life, brought by God, to help me see Him more clearly. BUT, I also know that the abuse I suffered frequently replays in my head, and I am overcome with sadness and regret that it happened. I am overcome with the realization that that little girl is me. Those things didn't happen to a random "someone". I would and do feel immense sympathy and compassion for all who suffer any form of abuse, and it is my deepest desire that the abuse cycle be broken.
Sometimes, though, I am simply overcome with my own story. I tend to keep it in the third person, referring to myself during those episodes as "she". It is too painful to own it thoroughly. I don't want any of the episodes to have occurred. I know they are part of who I am; I have learned lessons through them; I have grown exponentially because of the work I have done in processing those experiences. Some days, though, I'd rather not have learned those lessons and grown. Some days I just want a happy, shallow, mindless world to live in -- a Norman Rockwell painting -- where I am happy and trouble free, and so is everyone else.
But that is not real life. So I talk and I write. I pray and I read. And I reach for that contentment that Paul shares.
So for today I will strive to be content with borrowing Paul's thankfulness, until I find my own again.
Oh sweet friend, I'm thankful you're finding a way to borrow gratitude in the midst of struggling to feel it yourself. Keep clinging to the promises! ♥
ReplyDeleteKeeping you in prayer through this holy season. I am also a survivor, not of sexual abuse but physical and emotional abuse. It's been a journey. And remember, women are like teabags, you never know how strong you are until your put into hot water.
ReplyDeleteKeep steadfast in the Lord!
Keeping holding on firmly to the hem of Hs garment, never let go.
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