Blame It On The Blanket

I'm blaming it on my new, soft, warm, cozy  blanket. I didn't want to get out of bed this morning. It is another cool, dreary day without sunshine. We've had a long sequence of them lately. I don't handle that well.


I've lived my life with a veil of depression clouding most of my days. I don't know if I would have been like this without the abuse. But I know my past has been a big part of the depression..

Twelve years ago, God led me through several intense years of healing from the pain, loss, and unforgiveness of my abuse. After that time and with the help of antidepressents, I felt like a new person.

Five years ago, an extremely heavy and dark cloud settled over me and I couldn't get out from under it. It blindsided me beacuse I didn't think I would ever feel that way again. It has been one of the most difficult and uncomfortable times of my life.

It's beginning to lift. Looking back, it seems as though God has been using this time to heal me further, cutting deeper into my wound. Bad habits and negative thought patterns have developed from the defense mechanisms I had created as a child in order to protect myself. It is not an easy process going through these changes. But God is faithfully working on me, and someday soon I believe I won't have anything to blame on the blanket.

It Started With Matthew

When I was in my 20's and a new mother, I was still fragmented inside; battling negative voices, self-contempt, and irrational fears. I had been badly damaged by sexual abuse as a little girl, and I  was desperately seeking peace of mind and purpose for my life.

I was like a boat whose moorings had become untied and each wave was sending me crashing further away from being the person that I should have been.

I was in the grocery store when I ran into a young woman from my neighborhood. She invited me to a non-denominational Bible study called Bible Study Fellowship. It was in this Bible study of the book of Matthew
that I fell in love with Jesus Christ. I didn't know the Bible was so alive and relevant. I didn't know it could make me feel so alive.

As we studied Matthew verse by verse that year, Jesus became so real to me. I had been in church all my life but I didn't really know Jesus. As He began His ministry; turning water into wine, resisting Satan's temptations in the desert, preaching the Sermon on the Mount, I was in the crowd following Him, thirsting after His every word, soaking it up like a sponge.

And when His life culminated in His death on the cross, I realized that He had done that for me. He loved me when I was most unloveable and He wanted to show me the way to a better life. Jesus has been my best friend for over 40 years. He has never once let me down, never once failed to be there for me.

He saw a person in me that I couldn't see. Over the years, He's been chiseling away at my hard armor of distrust. It's been painful, and slower than I would like, but He's been faithful. He's not finished and I'm a work in progress and eternally grateful.

"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your soul", Matthew 11:28-29,
NIV.

He is Worthy

Jesus is my Hiding Place,

Shelter from the violent storms.

Like a soft blanket,
He wraps me tightly
and keeps away the coldness.

He covers me with a huge umbrella,
loving protection from
the biting rains.

And He is worthy,

has proven Himself worthy,

only He is worthy

of my trust.

Overcoming the Past

She was so young and trusting
that year the boys
led her to the secret place
and took her innocence.

After that her heart
ceased to live
and a thick hard shell
covered up her secret.

For a lifetime she labored,
spinning herself quietly
into a tight cocoon,
fearful of the light.

Until Jesus beckoned so brightly
He couldn't be ignored,
cracking the darkness,
uncovering her shame.

It wasn't her fault.
This settled her soul
and she began to believe
and determined to fly.

Patiently unraveling the layers,
she stepped hesitantly out
before spreading her wings,
soaring towards the sun.

Secret Place of Shame

                                                                 Secret Place of Shame

I was six years old when the older boys next door took me to their secret place. Although the memories are vague, they've always been a part of me, clear enough to imprint in me a picture of someone who was different, damaged goods, not like the other girls.

My clearest memory is when an older guy in my school told me, "I know what you're doing with them". The shame settled over me so totally, completely, and devastatingly, that I'm still, fifty plus years later, trying to get over it.

I recognize that time as a turning point for me, as forming a crack in my soul, as an off-balance sifting of my identity so that I never saw myself the same again.

It has taken a lot of years and a lot of God's love for me to see myself as a child of God, a beloved daughter of the King, a person of worth, and not someone damaged beyond repair. Some days, even now I forget.

 On those days I need to remember my testimony: "God reached down from on high and took hold of me; He drew me out of deep waters. He rescued me from my powerful enemy; from my foes who were too strong for me. They confronted me in the day of my disaster, but the Lord was my support. He brought me out into a spacious place, He rescued me because He delighted in me", Psalm 18:16-19. NIV

Like Waves-Gulf Shores, February, 2011

 White crested waves crash powerfully
into soft sand,

rearranging the landscape one pebble at a time,

sifting, pushing,

relentless in their control of the land.

It reminds me of Jesus' work on me.

He never gives up,

pounding and stretching me mightily,

painfully at times.

Until I'm sifted and softened,

rearranged

to fit the mold

He has carefully fashioned for me.

Basking In Son-Light

Have you ever seen a butterfly
mounted on a flower
spread it's wings
and bask in the sunlight?

That's like me, not alive
until I take time
to sit in Jesus' Son-Light
and fill with His essence.

I crave His light above all,
desperate without it,
too prone to darkness
and fears stirring within.

After time in His presence
I'm lit up and strengthened,
changed from within
and passionate about living.