“I won’t patronize. (I wouldn’t dare.) Escaping negatively charged, emotionally disruptive memories is hard. All firsts are hard.”
Jo Ann Fore
All Firsts Are Hard…
Firstly, living through our sacreds, simply surviving each of our personal traumas, is the hardest thing we’ve ever done. Yes? I’ve often wondered how I made it beyond the reality of my childhood at all.
Perhaps the first of your hard sacred didn’t begin when you were a small child, but perhaps you were a teen. Or maybe you’re a woman who first encountered her sacred as an adult. Whatever your sacred, whenever it occurred, be assured you are not the only one. There are other women like me… and like you.
Countless young, innocent girls have suffered abuse at the hands of adults who should have been trusted to love and nurture. Untold numbers of teen girls struggle to find their worth beyond bullying, verbal abuse, date rape. Too many women have felt the pain of rejection and heartbreak when promise of love shattered sudden. Some women cover wounds, fresh and tender, from the hands of one who promises over and over, “it will never happen again.”
Still other women have known the captivity of addictions embedded so deep, they have given up all hope of escape. Staggering scores of women lament a secret of past abortions. And then there are other women who struggle with the everyday of mental illness who are too ashamed or embarrassed to admit it. They only hope and pray the medications mask the symptoms of their very real, debilitating sickness from those around them.
And I’ve barely touched the surface of a myriad of sacreds.
I know. You’ve bravely shared them.
These are the secrets we keep. Surely if we hide our broken, raggedy-girl selves from everyone around us, our pretense of normalcy will protect us. And no one ever needs to know our sacreds. And we can get on with our soul-wounded, abandoned, broken-bodies, ashamed, and unauthentic lives for the sake of appearance. And maybe the pain will disappear in time, or we’ll simply forget.
But Can I Say This…?
Treading light around a veiled sacred gives it more power to wield attack and create havoc in the whole of our lives than taking the first vulnerable step of speaking our first “yes.”
Please don’t misunderstand. The first sacred “yes” spoken is desperately hard. Yet, vulnerability somehow becomes a kind of shield. If the secret is released and the healing journey begins, authenticity blocks the ability of a previously hidden sacred to hinder a fractured life from becoming whole.
As frightening as it is to reveal your sacred for the first time, I believe it is even more frightening to live a life that only mimics wholeness.
My First Yes…
If you’ve read my previous months of posts, you know my first “yes.” If you haven’t, you’ll find the story here. My spoken sacred spilled with a torrent of tears, and the guttural release of it was harder than most anything I’ve ever encountered. I believe it was the weight of the enemy’s snare designed to keep me captive to a secret that would keep me from a life of freedom through authenticity. I spoke my sacred. I told my truth. And the truth always sets us free.
The Truth always sets us free.
Jesus. He always sets us free.
Would you share your “yes” here to encourage others to do the same?
Even if you have already said your first “yes,” will you say it again?
I invite you to simply write, “yes” in the comment section of Facebook and/or comment in the comment section here on the blog. If Pinterest is more your style, will you comment there? And if you’d like to encourage more specifically, you’re most certainly invited to elaborate in any venue.
Every woman has a sacred. Will you help them say “yes” by sharing…
Truest Voice: Helping One Another Share the Sacred