Our insides need us to pay attention to the actual wound. Treat it with truth and soft words, sometimes with actual hands. And only then can we go on to live the way we were meant to live. Only then can we be heeled.
Have you ever been criticised? YIKES! Just the thought of that question brings a flood of memories. My philosophy: every time I am criticised, I take a quick look at myself- my heart and my life- to see if some (or all) of it is true. With the parts that are true, I determine to face, admit and own them. With the rest, whether big or small, I shake it off and let it go.
Dreams can be confusing as they most often speak in the language of symbolism and that can be one strange language! It can put us off before we even begin, but really this is where the fun begins. It’s like playing a game of ‘hide and seek’ with God. He is inviting us to go on a journey with him, deeper into his heart, so that he can reveal mysteries and hidden things.
...how many people have sat on my couches over the years? Hundreds? Thousands? It’s hard to tell, but it is a lot. And the evidence is imprinted on the leather. Cracked them. Expanded their seams. The sunlight and friction, fears and tears have faded them now. Wrinkle lines pattern their skin, like old men brown and creased from the years.