First of all, I’ll tell you I was thinking of “forgetting” to write a post today. Just now I looked back at my series from 4 years ago and found that day 10 was missing. It must be a thing, eh? It must be that time when I’m prone to quit. Not this time, you pesky October 10! I am not a quitter of good things! I can do something consistently for more than 10 days! You just watch me!
Second of all, a great big THANK YOU to all the people that have been following along in this series. My heart is that you find encouragement and hope here.
I’ve spent the past 9 days exploring the areas where I’ve felt less than. That’s not a place I dwell in anymore. There was time when I walked this earth clothed in shame and always convinced that I was a great big mess up. I felt like a broken misfit in this perfect world. Don’t we all feel like that sometimes?
Around 2008 I followed scrapbooking artists like Cathy Zielske, Ali Edwards and Stacy Julian. One of them talked about a book by Brene Brown called I Thought It Was Just Me. She addresses this thing called shame and the effect it has on us. I realized I was covered in this shame. Not only that, I was spewing it on my children. I don’t know if I even finished the book, but something new was planted in me.
This quote resonates with me. I lived in that feeling until a few years ago. I don’t know how or where it started, but it settled deep in me. I remember feeling so stirred up a few years ago about wanting to belong, but feeling like I couldn’t. I wrote about that in a blog appropriately titled “Belonging“.
Listen carefully, my friends. That little voice that’s telling you “if only you would have” or those feelings of guilt over things you can’t change is a liar. It’s a big, fat, hairy liar. It doesn’t have any weapons and it’s fairly simple to put to rest.
Simple does not equal easy.
Shame likes the darkness. It grows when we keep it hidden.
Let’s bring it to light, then. Be brave. Reach out to someone who will listen with empathy. Share your story. Chances are that person has a similar story. Tell the story of how you are no longer willing to be held a prisoner of shame.
I saw this quote, but couldn’t find any information on who said it:
Shame says that because I am flawed, I am unacceptable.
Grace says that though I am flawed, I am cherished.
Isn’t that beautiful? Cherished is not merely loved. Cherished means we have high value. We’re important. We are so important that our absence leaves a void in this world.
YOU are cherished. I am cherished. WE are most definitely cherished.
Ready to throw off that blanket of shame? Say it with me, “I am cherished!!!”
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