Healing the Wounds

I underwent nearly 15 years of psychotherapy in my journey on this earth.   Not all at one time, but over a period of 30 years or so.  I had trauma as many do.  I was broken within as many are.   There were psychic and emotional wounds.  I had a story that I published (Holy Love: A Memoir of Sorrow to Glory/on amazon). We all have a story.

The psychotherapy journey was useful in helping me to ‘tame’ and cognitively manage my reactions to life (to a degree).  Psychotherapy helped me to better understand myself and the filter through which I danced with life.  My relationships benefited somewhat. But, beyond a certain point I realized that ongoing psychotherapy was like mental masturbation.  That’s what I referred to it as because there was a pleasure and a near addiction to rewording and revisiting old and new wounds.

In 2009, when I discovered the gift that Jesus Christ offered me, I relinquished my attachment to my own story and the dramas I suffered and continued to fuel.  I ‘surrendered’ as many refer to this as.  This surrender allowed the Holy Spirit to step in and guide me as I journeyed on.

The wounds we experience and imprint into our souls always remain in darkened spaces within.  The aftermath of those wounds: the false thought outcomes, the dysfunctional (or not optimum) patterns of behavior, the incorrect conclusions about ourselves that influence our behavior and negatively impact our relationships; are all available for us to tame, should we choose to.  We have been blessed with a will so we can make the choice to turn to Christ as our holy counselor, and harness our will with His assistance to tame the beast, so to speak.

When I speak of ‘healing the wounds’ or ‘healing the lies’, I am in no way suggesting that this ‘healing’ means they dissolve and vanish from existence.  Healing does not offer us a spiritual ‘lobotomy’ of sorts, so that its as if they traumas and hurts never occurred and we no longer have scars.   We have memory.  We have recall as long as our brains are functioning. 

What healing may actually mean is that we have seen the lies.  We have gazed into that heart of darkness in our souls.  We can direct the cleansing light into the dark and we know where the enemy lurks.  It’s like looking into the eyes of the enemy and no longer contracting or cowering from its power.  With the strength of Christ within we can stand firm and defeat that enemy.  With Christ within we can subdue the enemy’s compulsion to resurrect itself and lash out at our psyche and control our minds and behavior.  With Christ within our hearts we can tame those errors in our thinking, so that we are in control of them rather than them being in control of us.      

You can learn more about my healing journey and the gift that Jesus offers on my book’s website www.jesmith-author.net.               

TRUST

JULY 6, 2021
TRUST
Sometimes I feel like I’m holding a little bird

Fragile yet certain.

Melding into my palm…delicate and restless.

Lucas is slowly sealing within himself the foundation of trust.

He allows me to stroke his satin skin and fine growing hair.

He slowly surrenders to slumber in my arms.

Head against my chest.

He is learning love.

Trust…once it permanently etches itself into his soul will allow him to learn to build

friendships and deeper relationships.

Yes, he will have to learn how to discern these relationships over his lifetime.

But for now, he simply receives the love of his family.

Sweet and indelible.

What a miracle to watch God’s plan in sweet slow-motion snippets of time.

GRANDMA LOVE

GRANDMA LOVE

August 2,2020

It goes beyond the love of the feel of his neck nestled against mine…or the look of his intense alert gaze at the trees and their sky…or his baby fragrance.

When I hold him, and gaze down at his slumber in my embrace, it’s like I’m holding the universe. Its infinite. Bottomless. No ending….no beginning. His presence in my arms reveals those who’s shoulders upon which he’ll eventually stand, and at the same time, the descendants who will stand upon his shoulders someday…long after I am gone.

Within my embrace lies both the sorrows and the glory of even my own life all wrapped up in one bundle.

The miracle of hope.

A GRANDMOTHER’S EYE VIEW

August 5,2021

He loves to look up at the sky and point to the birds. He’ll gaze upward looking for them and point when he sees them. I wonder what the birds see…or think…when they gaze below at a 14 month old little boy full of wonder.

What I see as I gaze down at him is simply blessing.

I get to spend 2 fun filled, laughter filled, exhausting filled and intense days per week with my grandson. I wanted this snapshot today from our dog walk excursion because I know that sometime soon (probably not so soon…but it will feel like soon) when he no longer needs his stroller.

So, I get to see his chubby little knees and blond head with his cowlick at the crown. He’s holding a flower because he ‘demands’ I pick ones now and then for him. He usually drops them somewhere along the way, but that doesn’t matter.

Lucas loves our dog walks. They’ve become part of our biweekly ritual. Children love ritual and routine…and he gets to see the world roll by with his grandma and 2 Scotties, Mackenzie and Angus.

For me, the photo provides an indelible memory of this sweet fleeting moments of his life. For him, my prayer is that love and security is etching it’s way deep into his soul. Over time, he most likely will not remember these morning strolls, but the love becomes sealed within his memory vault of images mixed with the hugs and unconditional acceptance that will define his character as he journeys on.

HE WILL FIND YOU

Poetry excerpt from Holy Love: A Memoir of Sorrow to Glory
 
 

He will come near to you if you open your heart.

He will wrap himself around you if you seek Him.

He will light your way if you look for Him.

He will hear you if you ask for Him.

If you knock, He will answer.

Because it is a relationship He craves, He will wait for you to come to Him.

Hidden deep within the choosing impulse lies a fertile seed of redemption and glory.

That is why He planted a will within our souls.

So we would ultimately choose to dwell with Him, in His kingdom

MUSINGS ON MOTHERHOOD (Chapter 31)

Excerpt from my newly published book (on Amazon in hard and paperback).
HOLY LOVE: A MEMOIR OF SORROW TO GLORY
 

There is a point in our mothering where the path we are on with our children diverge. They will continue their journey separate from us. In actuality, their path is always separate from ours. As mothers, we know that piercing reality of separateness once they breathe air on their own in that chaotic delivery room. Amidst blood and water and tearing flesh, we rejoice at their cries and their new life.

Our journeys intertwine like ivy wrapping itself around the trunk of a tree. Our paths parallel so intimately that we as mothers forget that they are indeed separate from us. As Christian mothers, we know in our hearts they don’t belong to us. They belong to Him first. But as women of the world, we forget and deceive ourselves into thinking we are still attached by that lifeline cord.

There comes a point where we can deceive ourselves no longer.

A MOTHER REBORN (Chapter 30)

EXCERPT FROM MY NEWLY PUBLISHED BOOK

HOLY LOVE: A MEMOIR OF SORROW TO GLORY

In the journey toward Holy Love, Jesus will reveal to us our own sin first. The defenses and walls that our own pride erected and which impede our loving as He designed, are what we need to see. The weightiness of my pride is palpable. I can’t seem to distance myself from it sometimes. It feels so much like it’s a part of me.

Maybe that’s part of my conundrum. Holy Love is how God loves us. Only He can love that way. We are mere imprints of that love, the verb of that love. But we can strive to become its manifestation and live and love in the glow of His Holy Love….His warmth…the eternity that He created and that He dwells within.

In faith, I will wait for that promise.

In the journey toward Holy Love, Jesus will reveal to us our own sin first. The defenses and walls that our own pride erected and which impede our loving as He designed, are what we need to see. The weightiness of my pride is palpable. I can’t seem to distance myself from it sometimes. It feels so much like it’s a part of me.

Maybe that’s part of my conundrum. Holy Love is how God loves us. Only He can love that way. We are mere imprints of that love, the verb of that love. But we can strive to become its manifestation and live and love in the glow of His Holy Love….His warmth…the eternity that He created and that He dwells within.

In faith, I will wait for that promise.