Well, God being true to Himself, ended yesterday with the finality of yesterday’s blog. I was wondering how I could ever truly believe that I am “beloved”, and more. Last night was our men’s class for those dealing with a sexual addiction. One of the many pieces of the lesson had to do with reading an article about addiction and its effect on the brain. It also went into some detail regarding early childhood impacts on our brains’ development and patterns of behavior. The assignment ended with the participant needing to write down 4 promises God has given since starting the course. Secondly, one was to write down your dream of what your life will be like for you once you have finished this course.
I had attempted to tackle this assignment two weeks ago and had left it. The only thing I’d written was 3 words about what my dream would be like after finishing the course. I had written: “I will live.” I had put nothing about promises God had given me. In the two weeks since attempting the assignment our choir had sung at church: Even in the Valley God is Good; I had received the letter from my prayer warrior, I’d done the Freedom book assignment, read the scripture from II Peter 1:19 and posted yesterday’s writing for the blog. Last night I was to report out on the assignment and I simply fell apart. All the other guys read these great responses and wonderful paragraphs of what their lives would be like after the class. I couldn’t access anything except the trauma of growing up unloved and abused by both my brother and my dad. I mostly tried to withhold my tears and finally passed. I felt like I needed to go back to counseling and start all over again.
At 4:20 this morning I was awakened to the song I mentioned: “Even in the Valley God is Good” going through my mind. I couldn’t sleep so got up and began to complete the assignment I hadn’t been able to tackle. All of a sudden all the promises God had been giving me came to mind. Promises like: I am fearfully and wonderfully made, I am my beloveds and He is mine, God created me with His purposes in mind, I am not a mistake. There were more but these are some of the powerful ones. The paragraph I was to write but only got 3 words down also came together. Before, I had written the words: I will live, because I use to tell myself I would live so I could die. I looked forward to death so I would be done with all the mental torment. My promise was I’d live the best I could while I was alive. However, of late, God has been replacing that desire to die with a genuine desire to live this life with abundant freedom rather than to escape it. God’s penetrating light promised in II Peter 1:19 hit home and I’m so grateful!
I hope this helps anyone who has similarly struggled. My prayers are with you until you also find God’s miraculous freedom He promises each of us if we will only BELIEVE.