Sunday, October 28, 2007

the wounded soul

Last night, I ran from reality. I was driven by my imagination and emotion. I ran to a place where I could sit alone, cried. I was crying and angry toward myself, toward the situation, but I burst it all out to the person that I care about. I blamed him for everything. hoping him to fix everything about the problem that I had made.
afterall, I didn't get what I want but I get what I need.
I sat there, hoping for an angel to come. hoping for a miracle. I was all wrong! I felt everything inside me are mistakes. "why am I not the same with everyone? Why should I feel this way? I make all the mistakes, I can't get better than this!". I felt that I deserve a punishment from God, from someone that I hurt.
All I need is just love. love, approval from the right source. I thought to myself, if Im filled with love, then I won't be like this. the truth is the love is already there, but I keep pushing it away. the love keeps calling me, but I deny him. my mind and my heart are too full with rejection and wounds. I thought that Im not deserve to be loved.

wait...it's all wrong!

here is some reading from "Captivity, page 68-75, by John & Stasi Eldredge":
"- The messages of our wounds - and how they shaped us
The wounds that we received as young girls did not come alone. they brought messages with them, messages that struck at the core of our hearts, right in the place of our Question. Our wounds strike at the core of our feminity. The damage done to our feminine hearts through the wounds we received is made much worse by the horrible things we belive about ourselves as a result. As children, we didn't have the faculties to process and sort through what was happening to us. Our parents were godlike. We believed them to be right, If we were overwhelmed or belittled or hurt or abuse, we believed that somehow it because of us - the problem was with us.
... Many women feel that, by the way. We can't put words to it, but down deep we fear there is something terribly wrong with us. if we were the princess, then our prince would have come. If we were the daughter of a kind, he would have fought for us. We can't help but believe that if we were different, if we were better, then we would have been loved as we so longed to be. it must be us.
...Some women who were sexually abused choose another path. or, perhaps more honestly, they find themselves compulsively heading in another direction. They never received love, but they did experience some sort of intimacy through their sexual abuse, and now they give themselves over to one man after another, hoping to somehow heal the wrongful sexual encounters with sex that has love to it.
...the vows we make as children are very understandable-and very, very damaging. they shut our hearts down. they are essentially a deep-seated agreement with the messages of our wounds. they act as an agreement with the verdict on us. "Fine,if that's how it is, then that's how it is. I'll live my life in the following way..." The vows we make and the things we do as a result of our wounds only make matters worse.

- Wounded feminity.
as a result of the wounds we receive growing up, we come to believe that soem part of us, maybe every past of us, is marred. Shame enters in and makes its crippling home deep within our hearts. Shame is what makes us look away, so we avoind eye contact with strangers and friends. Shame is that feeling that haunts us, the sense that if someone really knew us, they would shake their heads in disgust and run away. Shame makes us feel, no, belive, that we do not measure up-not to the world's standards, the church's standards, or our own.
others seems to master thei lives, but shames grips our hearts and pins them down, ever ready to point out our failures and judge our worth. we are lacking. ... if we were not deemed worthy of love as children, it is incredibly difficult to believe we are worth loving as adults. shame says we are unworthy, broken, and beyond repair.
Shame causes to hide. we are afraid of being truly seen, and so we hide our truest selves and offer only what we believe is wanted. if we are a dominating kind of woman, we offer our 'expertise'. if we are a desolate kind of woman, we offer our 'service'... Shame makes us feel very uncomfortable with our beauty. Women are beautiful, every single one of us. it is one of the glorious ways that we bear the image of God. but few of us belive we are beautiful, and fewer still are comfortable with it. we either think we don;t have any beauty or if we do, that it's dangerous and bad. so we hide our beauty behind extra weight and layers of unnecessary makeup. or we neutralize our beauty by putting up protective, defensive walls that warn others to keep their distance.

-An unholy alliance.
Over the years we've come to see that the only thing more tragic than the things that have happened to us is what we have done with them.
Words were said, painful words. things were done, awful things. and they shaped us. something inside of us shifted. ... we adopted strategies to protect ourselves from being hurt again. a woman who is living out of a broken, wounded heart is a woman who is living a selfprotective life. she may not be aware of it, but it is true. it's our way of trying to "save ourselves."
we also developed ways of trying to get something of the love our hearts cried out for. the ache is there. our desperate need for love and affirmation. our thirst for some taste of romance and adventure and beauty is there. so we turned to boys or to food or to romance novels; we lost ourselves in our work or at church or in some sort of service. ... Much of what we call our "personalities" is actually the mosaic of our choices for self-protection plus our plan to get something of the love we were created for.
the problem is our plan has nothing to do with God.
the wounds we received and the nessages they brought formed a sort of unholy alliance with our fallen nature as women. from Eve we recived a deep mistrust in the heart of God toward us. Clearly, he's holding out on us. We'll just have to arrange for the life we want. we will control our world. but there is also an ache deep within, an ache for intimacy and for life. We'll have to find a way to fill it. A way that does n ot require us to trust anyobe, especially God. a way that will not require vulnerability.
in some ways, this is every little girl's stroy, here in this world east of Eden.
But the sounds don't stop once we are grown up. some of the most crippling and destructive wounds we receive come much later in our lives. the w ounds that we have received over our lifetimes have not come to us in a vacuum. There is, in fact, a theme to them, a pattern. the sounds you have received have come to you for a purpose from one who knows all you are meant to be and fears you."


back to my story... I was thinking to stayed out until late. hoping to disapear and gone. but God is good. something warns my heart and it made me to decide to go home. when I went home, I just realise that there was a wide road that I crossed that if I was not careful, I might hit by car. I was so driven by emotion that my eyes were blinded.
So here I was, I arrived at 10pm, waiting for a phonecall from a friend that stay there to give the support.
to open out our eyes, to see that precious little things that come to our path are too precious to be take for granted.

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