We all have pasts of one sort, or another. Living well does not mean denying those things, nor does it mean being crippled by shame.
There comes a time to “let it go.”
In recovery, I learned that we are only as sick as our secrets. This is undeniably true. Secrets held onto have a way of festering, of eating us up inside. Maybe it was something we had done. Maybe it was something done to us. Something said about us.
The reasons we keep secrets are many, but there is freedom to be found by letting go…
At the top of the list is shame. By confessing, we cut the Accuser off at the knees. He doesn’t have ammo to shoot us with. He can’t shame us for that which is no longer hidden.
Remember, “it was for freedom that Christ set us free, therefore no longer be entangled in a yoke of slavery.”
One the many means of contiuing entanglement is simply believing the same voices we have always listened to. Whether that’s a parent, grandparent, friend, mentor, peer, what have you.
We do ourselves no favors when we continue to elevate the same old voices over what God says about us. A good place to start is Romans:
“Be not conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.”
Make no mistake, friends: the mind is the battleground, where each day is either won, or lost. My advice you is: “Choose you this day, whom you will serve.”
Will it be voices that tell you to hide, that you’re no good? The voices which seek to shame you into silence?
Or the voice which says, “Behold, I stand at the door and knock?”
The choice is yours.
Let it go.