The first part of training camp has been all about looking into self and seeing all the things that have been suppressed in my life. For me it has meant grieving wounds to my heart from past relationships from friends and family. It has been freeing to let go of some of the lies and events that have hurt me and to embrace the Spirit of truth of my identity in Christ. We all have different backgrounds and have experienced different arrows to our hearts. People have said hurtful things to us years ago that have been buried deep within. Buried so deep that we don’t even realize that it is even there affecting us, directing us, controlling us. We have been shaped and molded into the people we are today because of our past.
It is like rock climbing up a cliff face. We start at birth at the base and we reach out our hand for a safe place to hold on to. We begin to make strides up the face but sometimes a hold that appears to be secure and safe is a rock that crumbles when we put our weight on it. We lose our grip and fall getting beat up against the hard rock. Our body is bruised. But we get up and trust again. However the scars remain. With time they become faded and we may even forget about them, but yet they remain imbedded in our skin.
I brought some of those forgotten scars to surface this week. I wept like a baby to be honest. Tears long over due poured. These weren’t just any tears these were tears of healing to a scar covered body.
I am learning the more I free myself from my false identity created by lies the more my heart opens to my true identity as Christ’s beloved son.
