Confession is good for the soul. (Part I)
When I was in my early teens, I became identified as someone who was a bit “high strung.” Has anyone ever referred to you as someone with that type of personality? It was a personality trait that I really did not like about myself… and I can remember being in about the 8th grade and wishing that I could be more peaceful. (How many peaceful 14 year old girls do you know?) But I really wanted to be. I would resolve at the beginning of the day to be peaceful… be less emotional, be someone who was not so easily upset or angered or offended… and each day I would find myself unable to live up to the task. Not being able to change myself only served to frustrate and make me even more fragile. I don’t think I was saved at that age… but I do remember talking to God even back then, and asking Him “Why can’t I be less like… well, like me?”
Fast forward through my life a bit. Some bad decisions were made, my heart was broken by some people and situations, and wounds and baggage began piling up. The thing is, when our wounds become the driving force behind our personalities, sometimes our character suffers. In my case, every single decision I made was so that I could either avoid more pain, or avenge/relieve the pain I was in. This is a dangerous cycle… and one that many of us fall prey to. Before we know what is happening, our motives and intentions behind our actions become a way of “fixing” things so that we don’t have to be in pain. Or at their worst, cause us to bring pain to another person. Unfortunately, always being worried about protecting myself and my feelings showed up in relational conflict, which I would then avoid because I had no idea how to deal with it- or something often referred to as the “martyr syndrome”. I resigned myself to the pain that was sure to come from every relationship and situation I found myself in, and I made sure that everyone around me knew how much I was suffering so that they could have fun or have what they wanted. This is not peaceful thinking, in case you were curious.
A funny thing happens when we ask God to show us things He wants to change in us… He starts doing just that. He begins to reveal to us how our nature is directly in conflict with His, and we begin to feel “called out.” This happened to me, several years ago. As I mentioned before, I began praying that God would “fix” me. I knew there were issues in my heart and my personality that really needed to be changed- and healed. I needed to change. God wanted to change me. I was saved, but not pure. The closet of my heart needed cleaning out. This is heavy stuff but somehow, felt like exactly the thing I was supposed to do. What I had been asking for , for so many years… the prayer to be a peaceful person, was in the process of being answered. The first step, as always, is admitting the problems within.
To be continued.