and has now come when the true worshipers will worship
the Father in spirit and truth, for they are the
kind of worshipers the Father seeks." - John 4:23
My Heavenly Daddy is healing
me from the inside out.
Transparency is Real.
Many times painful.
Daddy let me be secure in You only!
Sunday, March 02, 2014
"We go back … and back … and back … through the layers of fear, shame, rage, hurt, and negative incantations until we discover the exuberant, unencumbered, delightful, and lovable child that was, and still is, in us...." - Beyond Codependency
When I saw this picture to use for this post of the little girl in the box having a good time, I right away flashed back to a big box that I did not play in but found comfort where I would even sleep in until I wore the box out when I was very sick as a child.
I recall my parents had to take me to the doctor almost on a weekly basis because I was constantly getting very ill and complaining about pain. I remember getting shots on a regular basis and then finally catching on at 5 or 6 years of age that going to the doctors brought pain. Apparently I then began complaining of having a stiff neck. Which then resulted at the young age of six having a spinal tap!!!
To this day, that spinal tap is so vivid in my memory and body. It was a very traumatic time for me. I remember at the hospital being wrapped up and being bound feet, arms and body in heavy duty white tape to hold me still. If any of you know about spinal taps, you cannot be put out or let alone given any pain meds. Because the doctors have to have you awake in order to make sure when they stick that long needed at the base of your spine to retrieve the fluid that you are absolutely still and that they did not miss the spine. Otherwise one wrong move and you are paralyzed. So, glad I did not know that as a child. BUT IT WAS VERY PAINFUL! To this day I still remember screaming my head off and eventually had no more voice as I wore myself out and my throat. In the end, I did not have meningitis. Just had a stiff neck.
So getting back to the insert above, the real me, the real you is under all our pain. I am, and you are the happy little girl in the box of play.