Having been an avid avoider of pain or feeling anything uncomfortable, I had to learn the hard way that I couldn’t outrun myself.
I had to reach rock bottom to survive. I was forced to face myself, listen to my demons and tend to my wounds with zero judgement and no way out.
I had to acknowledge the hurt, I had to acknowledge the pain, I had to see the pain, feel the pain.
A hero was born in that dark place, the light at the end of the tunnel was not a straight line. In the hills and valleys of death and despair, I found God.
The God who said,‘be still and know….’ I had to be still to find the God in me who is my strength.
As a sheep I had to follow, being a know it all I tried to find shortcuts and got lost. I then remembered ‘be still and know‘, after numerous failed attempts at the shortest route, I surrendered. And that has made all the difference….
Still climbing, still failing; I remain STILL KNOWING…..