Stuffing it
Night falls and here I am again in this familiar place. I feel emotionless, numb and empty. The familiar ache of these four walls suffocate me further into a place were I feel abandoned and alone. Dim lights shine through the breezy white curtains walking shadows across the stark white walls. In the desolate places of my heart I find comfort that someone is coming home from a late night out and I’m not the only one awake in the wee hours. When dawn touches each shadowy place and brightens the room with the warmth of morning the silence of night fades away slowly. I put on my game face it’s a new day with responsibilities and tasks to complete. I push my despair down deeper into my soul, disregarding that I’m already filled to the brim with regrets, shame, and brokenness. It would be easier if there was someone to blame for my heavy heart but when I search for a person to peg with hurting me so badly all I can think of is myself. So I just keep stuffing it and the emotions become easier to numb and harder to heal. After all who wants to truly look at themselves and the plank in their own eyes? I certainly did not want to peel back the layers with questions of my worth plaguing my mind: What if I am truly bad? What if I have a cold heart? What if I just don’t care? What if I’ve gone too far? What if there is no hope for me? What if all I see is ugly? Pretending to be okay was good enough, besides nothing could change the past.
We can be changed
The really scary question is what if that was the end of the story? What if that is where I stopped writing? A daughter of a merciful God questioning her worth, living in depression, without joy, and stuffing it everyday just pretending to be okay. Thankfully that is not where the story ends, rather it is the beginning of the greatest love story I have ever known. It all started when I went to Beauty for Ashes and found healing from my choice to have an abortion. In this safe place I shared my story and learned to accept the choices I made. It was not easy, there were tough times and questions, there were days that I just didn’t want to go to class. As each week passed and we studied about acceptance, guilt, anger, etc I started finding pieces of my broken heart being renewed. When I wanted to skip class the leaders supported me and gave me encouragement to keep pushing through. Meeting with the other woman became like a second home and I found peace from anxiety and all the emotions I kept at bay for so long. Going to this class started as a healing process but become so much more, it became much bigger than me. There is nothing we can do to make up for the past, we can keep stuffing it, we can keep busy, we can keep covering up the pain but the awesome news is we don’t have to. We can repent and be changed because Jesus died on the cross for us; he paid the price for our sins…all our sins.
You are not alone
During my journey with Beauty for Ashes I met other women, extraordinary women who made the same choices and lived in the same darkness that I did. We all started with the same choice in different circumstances but I believe we each finished knowing we were truly forgiven and loved by our redeemer in Jesus. There were two girls that told their personal stories on a video in front of our church about their abortions and the healing they found through Jesus. The courage they had to speak out about a hard topic gave me the courage to seek help and be set free from the past. This was the greatest love story for me because I know my God has never left me nor forsaken me all of the times I ran from him. He keeps no records of wrongs; he stays the same with unwavering love and faithfulness. My prayer is my story will reach others and be a reminder we are each beautiful daughter’s of Christ and he is waiting to wrap us up in his gracious love and wash us clean, whiter than snow.