like i said, i'm in the process of a renovation, tearing down walls in my heart. walls are always built out of something. in my case, it was bricks. hard, heavy bricks.
these bricks represented individual hurts that i had received throughout the 31 years of my life. for a while they were just scattered in a pile. but once i had received enough of them, i knew it was time to build. so the walls went up.
[as much as everyone loves their family, we all know there is no such thing as a perfect family. and sometimes, things are said that maybe weren't meant to be taken a certain way. or things were done that were misconstrued. regardless of the intention, we have all been left with a pile of bricks, hurts we've received, that we have to decide what to do with. i don't blame anyone for the decisions i have made. but i now recognize how i allowed the enemy to lie to me all these years. and i believed it.]
so, my young mind received these messages, from family, from friends, from experiences, from culture, that turned into bricks in my heart:
not feeling wanted.
not feeling loved.
not feeling beautiful.
not feeling trustworthy.
not feeling smart enough.
not feeling good enough.
ultimately, i never felt like i could measure up to the expectations set for me. i always felt like a disappointment. the basic needs of my soul, to feel accepted and loved unconditionally, just weren't met.
instead of finding out my identity from the One who created me, i began looking for myself in all the wrong places: in physical relationships, in school, in popularity. and of course, nothing ever satisfied the deep need within me to be loved. in fact, i had such a wrong view of myself by this point, that all the things i tried to do only worsened my self-image.
i began to believe that i didn't have a purpose, that i couldn't receive love, that i was mean, that i didn't need other people, that i would hurt them and that they would hurt me, and slowly the walls began going up.
so for almost a decade, i've done a decent job of keeping almost everyone out of the vulnerable places of my heart. but that didn't fix the problem either. in fact, i was reminded of my walls anytime anyone tried to speak something positive about me. a compliment of any kind was like a hammer to my heart. immediately the words bounced against the bricks and fell to the ground. all i could hear were the reminders of the brick walls - you're not pretty. you're not smart. you're not good.
finally, after reading the book Captivating, a light switched on. i could see everything for what it was. lies for lies. truth for truth. i could see the sad chambers of my heart sealed off by hurts. and how much i was missing by keeping them that way. God gave me the love and acceptance i was longing for. and that gave me the courage to face the walls, and begin to tear them down, brick by brick.
trust me, putting them up was much easier. but the sweat and the tears will all be worth it. now i recognize the bricks for what they are: lies. about me. about God. so, i'm pulling them down and destroying them. i only want to build with truth.
The world doesn't fight fair. But we don't live or fight our battles that way—never have and never will. The tools of our trade aren't for marketing or manipulation, but they are for demolishing that entire massively corrupt culture. We use our powerful God-tools for smashing warped philosophies, tearing down barriers erected against the truth of God, fitting every loose thought and emotion and impulse into the structure of life shaped by Christ. Our tools are ready at hand for clearing the ground of every obstruction and building lives of obedience into maturity. - 2 Corinthians 10:3-6 (The Message)
Mistakes
11 years ago