Introspection — what better way to start a week.
I had a dream last night. There was a mother and her two small boys. I walked up to them and the boys were swimming in a large pool. Their mother was floating face down in the water. Startled, I asked the boys what was going on. They answered, “our mom is dead.” I jumped in the pool to retrieve her body. As I dragged her along her long brown hair floated aimless through the waves. I reached the steps, turned her over so I could see her face, and saw that she was still alive. Immediately, I began to pray over her. My prayer was trying to be blocked and my mouth scarecly worked but I persisted. This was a spiritual battle and she was losing. The denial of her past was killing her.
That dream was the very person I was for the first half of my adult life. I married a wreckless man who harmed me and my children terribly. You know what I did to protect us?
NOTHING!
I didn’t know how. My abusive upbringing left me a zoombe on full autopilot.
My children also looked at me in their childhood just as the boys in this dream saw their mother – DEAD.
Time is of the essence when it comes to heal. When you have children, ask God to wake you up from your stuper of denial. Let him walk into your story and help lead you out of those prison walls that keep you bound.
Incest wants you dead. Healing truly is a matter of life and death. Which will you choose?
If you think you don’t have the courage to tell your story, read my book. I know it will help with that! All love!
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