I'll just let her say it, because she'll do a much better job than I:
I read a book a number of years ago by Gilda Radner, who was in the early Saturday Night Live fame. She’s long since passed away. But before she did, she wrote a book called, “It’s Always Something.” She tells a story that was printed as an excerpt in the paper at the time. She told about growing up and having a family pet that was going to have puppies. Somehow the family pet got too close to the lawn mower and lost its back legs. They took the family pet into the vet and said, “What are we to do? Must we put her to sleep? After all, she’s going to have these puppies. Can we somehow still have the puppies?” He said, “Well, I’m going to tell you,” it was early on and he said, “Absolutely not. If we don’t maintain the life of the dog the puppies aren’t going to make it. But here’s what we can do: we can sew her up and she will teach herself to walk.” And they said sure enough she did. She didn’t even waste any time with it. She learned to drag herself by her front paws and, somehow, just hop forward with the back part of her body. Didn’t seem ashamed of it; that’s just how she walked. Then she had the puppies -- they were all healthy. The last line of it said this, “And when they learned to walk, they all walked just like her.”
I became petrified that even if no one touched my children, that the second hand effects of my abuse, if I did not deal with it, was going to show up in them. And somehow, all of the sudden, you got to do something. It was years before I would tell you that I was experiencing full freedom. You just go through layers and layers of it. It was a deep stronghold and it took some long and radical work. Anybody know what I’m talking about? But in the process of it, by the time my healing came, I knew my healer a whole lot better than I knew my healing and I was in love forever. Do you understand what I’m saying? He was Prince Charming and it was done! It was done! I would be in love for the rest of my life. That’s what the course of that longevity gave me as a gift.
What would it take for you and me to decide it would be worth it to seek healing? What would it take? It doesn’t have to be a birth of a child. Some of you are going, “I’m way past that!” Others who are single are going, “I don’t even know if God’s got that as a part of my life.” What about the value of you as his child? What about the value of you and the impact your life is going to have on people around you, because we have spiritual offspring even when we do not have physical offspring. We are having influence. We are having an effect. Would it be worth it to you in your stay on planet earth to do whatever you had to do if you had to go through the roof! Do you want to be healed? Do you want to be healed?
I've thought about this all week. I'm not going to mess up my kids. I constantly ask the Holy Spirit to guide me. And you know what? He does. Tells me what to do. What not to do. How to fix how I just messed up. I think, if I stay really close to God, and stay humble, constantly asking Him for help and listening to His voice, my kids will turn out okay. No, actually, I'm claiming it. The Bible says, "Whatever you ask for in my name..." So I'm asking you, God, to help me be the mother that my children will rise up and call blessed. I want to make them proud to be my child.
3 comments:
Thanks for sharing that toe-stomping-on story. Wow.
GOODMORNING, IT WAS WONDERFUL TO SEE MY GRANDBABIES THIS MORNING. I WOULD LIKE TO COME DOWN NEXT WEEK ONE DAY AND TAKE LANEY AND JUDE OUT FOR A FEW HOURS, IF THAT IS OK. I DON'T THINK ZANE IS READY TO GO WITH JUST ME YET. MAYBE IN ANOTHER YEAR OR SO. JUST LET ME KNOW WHAT DAY WILL BE BEST FOR YOU.
I HAVE BEEN GONE SO LONG THE YARD HAS RUN AWAY, SO ROGER AND I WILL SPEND THIS WEEK END TRYING TO CATCH UP WITH IT.
WE WENT TO SEE AND HEAR ALLEN LAST NIGHT. HE FINALLY PLAYED MUSIC WE COULD RELATE TO AND IT WAS WONDERFUL AS WAS THE FOOD. I LOVE YOU ALL VERY MUCH. GRANDMOTHER SHELLEY
I think that is something we all need to read. I can definitely use the reminder! Ouch!
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