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The Truth Hurts. I Know I'm Making Some of You Uncomfortable
I know what I’m writing is making some of you uncomfortable. I get it; it makes me uncomfortable too. “Daddy, why don’t you love me?” struck a cord with those who have their own daddy or mommy issues. “Me and Jessie” may have brought up flashbacks of abuse, of a time when you felt like me or my beautiful German Shepard-Husky mix. Maybe you feel you can’t relate at all. OK, but someone or some ones and something or some things hurt you. And I’m willing to bet that if you took a page from your pain book, it too would read like a fictional story—perhaps suspense or horror. I’ve run away from the pain for too long. I said, “that didn’t happen to me” for so long because who wants to see themselves as their hurt. In these writings, I’m confronting those “some ones” and “some things” because I want to heal. There will even be times where I confront myself. Those confrontations don’t and won’t be easy. The truth hurts! But I want to know the full joy and the full me Jesus died for. I want to know that person he looked at and smiled upon when he thought of creating me because I don’t know that girl. I want to know the real me. Not the me that was shaped and created through hurt but the one God says I am. (I have a feeling I’m going to love her 🤗) Every time I write, publish and release, I’m telling it, “you tried to kill me and break me, but no more. Your reign of terror over me is done! I’m reclaiming my spirit.” I see it in the pictures of those two posts. The first of me and my dad made me cry. I felt bad for the woman I saw. The second made me cry too. I saw sadness, pain and a story in her eyes. Then I looked again and saw strength and amazing testimony. With every new grasp on me, the more I know God and understand what it was all for. They thought they were destroying me. I thought they were too. Unbeknownst to us, God was behind a secret tarp building with the broken pieces. I’m finally understanding the phrase “Beauty for ashes.”