For years, I believed that living without shame was like living without blood...there was just no way I could ever do it. Every morning, I would put my shame on like a dress around my heart. My "shame dress" was heavy and colored with guilt, dishonor, self-reproach, and humiliation. Inside I was a wreck. Yet like a typical shame sufferer, I kept it to myself. The only thing worse than the shame I was carrying was others knowing what was really going on in my heart. What was I so ashamed of? My shame came from my poor relationship with Jesus. You see, I knew that I needed to be seeking Him more, reading more, praying more and feeling more...something. However, I came up empty-handed every time. I could not get the hang of this Christianity thing. Was a relationship with Continue Reading
6 Ways to Defeat Lies & Live in Freedom {Link-Up}
It’s the same old script playing over and over in my head, like the ticker scrolling across the nightly news reel. At least now, I’ve learned to recognize it, and I know where it originates. But I long for the day when the all-too-familiar pain that accompanies the lie dissipates as quickly as it enters my heart. The memory erupted last week, spilling over all ugly and oozing the evidence of a soul infection I thought no longer existed. The kind that spits out so fast, you have to catch your breath and take a minute to process “why this, and why now?” You see, for the past 6 months, I’ve been in the fight of my life. A spiritual fight to silence the lies once and for all. Have you ever been in this place, where life bears down so heavy that you can't hear the truth for Continue Reading