When it comes to suffering, I’ve done a LOT of hiding in my life. More than anyone can imagine. I’m learning to be more open about suffering. Sometimes this openness feels wildly open, if I’m honest. It has been uncomfortable to come out of hiding. However, when I hid, it wasn’t necessarily voluntary. I was paralyzed: I couldn’t physically bring myself to share difficult experiences. I also didn’t always know I was hiding. It just happened. So often, it wasn’t a conscious choice. When I hide in my suffering, I try to suppress the truth of the suffering. It’s my attempt to subvert tough realities. My hiding in suffering is also very much about shame, this feeling of falling short, not being enough, and not being worth protection and care. I want to be covered, so I hide. I’ve found there’s a high cost to h...
Pressing on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus. “I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now...Come further up, come further in!” -C.S Lewis, The Last Battle