#Throwbackthursday… I am starting to wonder if some of my physical issues are connected with me not dealing with emotional issues. I am slowly learning I carry my stress in my body. Someone asked me if I was anxious for my son on the other side of the country. No, not that I am aware. I miss him and feel bad for all the struggles he has to endure, but all is good. God is good. (In reality I try not to let my mind go there. I try to stay away from that space.) Tight neck, tight shoulders…. not sure why, there’s nothing to be stressed about. Then those quiet moments creep in, I push those thoughts away before they flood me and paralyze me. So today I am back here at this space reading my own words, of lessons I was learning back at the beginning of the year, feel the feelings. Be honest with God. Allow Him to meet me there. I am studying the Beatitudes right now and doesn’t it say, “blessed are those who mourn for they will be comforted?” And yet, I avoid, distract, focus on other things. Oh Lord, help me to trust that if I allow myself to feel the hard that you will catch me, cover me, and comfort me. Blessed, happy are those who feel the feels with honesty and allow God to meet them exactly where they are not where they think they should be…
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Finally, feel. Feel whatever comes. Emotions aren’t permanent but they are real. Don’t expend precious energy fighting them off. Let them come when they come and pass when they pass. Painful feelings are an unavoidable part of life but I’m still grateful for life. Grateful for every moment of life. It matters. -Dr. Anita Phillips
There it was again. Sacred echo? Not one I was wanting at the moment. This friend couldn’t have known about the odd conversation I had earlier in the day with a person at church. The man had been very intentional with stopping me to tell me it, “feel it all. Allow yourself to feel the pain.” He banged his chest as he said it.”Feel all the deep pain here,” he kept repeating it. I was heading out the next day to move my oldest to the other side of…
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