Ssarl said:
It's a lie that I am worthless. It's a lie that I do not have the same rights as every other human being and that I'm somehow below. I'm a child of God, chosen, holy and dearly loved. It's a lie that I'm good for nothing, He has made me part of His kingdom and I am suited to the role He has appointed for me. It's a lie that I am helpless; help is offered to me by those who love me and I'm free to have it. Life is worth living, I can do something with my life, I've been given that right. I don't need to earn anything more - I am already made worthy by God.
... yay?
This is unfamiliar territory indeed, but I like it.
YAY!
This is the identical paragraph that I need to bang into my son's head. In a post I posted here yesterday I mentioned that I am sort of preoccupied with the idea of "white trash." My son and I had a few conversations a few years back about the 'white trash' definitions that our family fall into. A focus there is kind of a joke and then not funny at all, because it's true. And I always then, like AUTOPILOT, turn to the truths of Jesus' coming for the least of these, and using the things that are not to shame the things that are, and the last shall be first...and I breathe better. I already know we are a toxic bunch and there is no better testing of a person's strength of faith and practice of forgiveness and compassion than to tell them 5 minutes worth of the ten hour truths of our little group. If they high-tail it out of there, well, may they have a good journey...because I frankly don't have the energy to coddle the judgemental and the weak-hearted while I negotiate the waters of this swamp we occupy, you know?
When he is at his lowest and ugliest ( also a self- abuser: harms himself vs. harming others, in whatever form... I am too. I have always turned my pain and anger inward) he does a lot of damage to himself in the realms of diet and poor self-care like you describe. Me too, but mine is so mild and noticable mostly only to myself and my husband who sees me cloistering, pouting, eating funny and long in the face. At one time that was serious drug addiction, bulemia, reclusive months on end, homelessness and psychotic breaks, so I have COME a LONG WAY!
This is what makes me the die hard faithful Christian wife in this family of misfits. I was one....the worst of one, once. Jesus rebuilt me bit by bit. I never understood why it took so long or hurt so bad....I still don't know why it takes so long with my husband and son or hurts so bad, my guess is always rebellion though. Everything that ever changed in me happened after I yielded from some stubborn place or thought....but, I have planted my feet for the long haul, because I have seen and been the miracle. I am DIFFERENT than most. My husband and my son tell me that most of the time, I guess they convince me plenty, too. I see people come and go from our group with all sorts of excuses and reasoning....I see me stay, with only ONE reason.
You have met and know my Reason. He is the One who hears your prayers and brings all things together for His Glory in His perfect time. We need only believe and be diligent to see His deliverance...it is a reality...it does come...and once He has accomplished it, dear one, expect to be beset with those who need to hear of it with deepest needs. Becuase He will not deliver you for your glory, but for His own.
Service is taxing and demanding and draining stuff...be in no hurry to go there before you are healed. Be content to sit in His lap while He listens to you **** and moan. He has an endless ear that reaches His vast heart. Receive His love, seek it, know it and then you will understand the love for yourself that you seek. You will be amazed at the value He places in you. Be satisfied and filled in worship of the trashing of Himself that He endured to reach you...know His own stripes and chosen sufferings were the ONLY door to bring you home to Him. Love the only man who EVER did this with no other motive than your edification and redemption. You can't add to that in self-abuse. You actually hurt Him more...
Bless you, dear sweet one. You know my affection for your beautiful spirit and the adventure of your heart. Be grown up in His mercy and grace....for His glory.
I am praying for you every today. Love, Sha