Mental Health Moments: A safe place to land
Shame hidden under layers of anger and unforgiveness are the malicious ransomware in our daily lives. It is a lingering spiritual manifestation from the labors of our unresolved pain. Issues of the heart flow from the current placement of our worth and hope. Some of the main afflictions presenting itself in this season are issues of the heart. Repressed feelings from maladjusted emotions gain ground when we are stressed as such a season as this. We are a culture of people taught whether directly or indirectly to keep the flame of offense alive. These flames only ignite and destroy the inward self. We see it daily in race relations, social media, traffic, and active in the attempted “normalcy” of shopping. There is a sense of anger and hopelessness beneath masks hiding the pain of not having a genuine spiritual home. Masks not of cloth rather masks of denied pride and anger. Masking unforgiveness, rejection and shame.
“REFRAIN FROM ANGER AND FORESAKE WRATH! FRET NOT YOURSELF; IT TENDS ONLY TO EVIL.” PSALM 37:8
How does shame and anger grow to such toxicity? There is a savage response to living in the world’s declarations. Suddenly when chaffing winds of burning suffrage hurl before our feeble stance we are torn into pieces without an ability to take the hits. In this season of pain, we find the true substance of which we have been living. If our trust has been in mortal man, bank accounts, tangible things, and societal praise we position ourselves to be overwhelmed by the rushing torment of suffrage we all must endure in some way in our lives. As Americans we were not ready due to the belief of entitled untouchable prosperity.
“PRIDE GOES BEFORE DESTRUCTION, A HAUGHTY SPIRIT BEPORE A FALL.” PROVERBS 16:18
My biggest hurdle personally was the decision to forgive the trespasses of others upon my life, while forgiving myself for my many transgressions. It was not an instantaneous delivery. It took a good three years of prayerful introspection and the humility to see myself and fellow brethren for the imperfect expansions of fleshly confine we are. I then had to allow the anger I buried behind facades of timidity which was intense fear to surface before our Lord. Fear bred from abuse that evolved into a woman living life well below her worth, worth not from fleeting beauty or charismatic flair. Nor from intellectual design and corrupted self-seeking pleasure. Worth that is placed inside from the workmanship of our Lord. Worth that stands in standard and obedience. Worth that rekindles broken relationships from a reconciliatory heart. Worth that stands strong through the pestilent winds of viral surge. Worth that depends on the supernatural provision of Lord Jesus Christ when supply chains are hindered and mass obsessive buying displays the mental impairment. The worth inside a heart that knows the true bread of life and the cup of salvation.
“MAN SHALL NOT LIVE ON BREAD ALONE, BUT ON EVERY WORD THAT PROCEEDS OUT OF THE MOUTH OF GOD.”MATHEW 4:4
This Mental Health Moments blog post is a direct plea of healing love for the broken hope and vacant hearts I encounter daily. Bitterness is running rampant without a safe place to land. The landing will be continuous crashing souls laboring from a worldly perspective. Deep within us is the shame, anger and unforgiveness of our pasts hidden from not only the world but ourselves. The exposed fantasy of relying on “self” and its haunting affliction. The present undeniable realization worldly idols cannot save us from this relentless storm of savage degree. There was one man that walked on water and calmed the storm…his name is Lord Jesus Christ.
“BUT JESUS IMMEDIALTELY SAID TO THEM: TAKE COURAGE! IT IS I. DON’T BE AFRAID. MATTHEW 14:27