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Ping-flooding the Self-destruct Button

March 27th, 2008 · 2 Comments

Little White Book, Thursday 3/27

“We all have wounds — from broken relationships, injuries, setbacks, crime, tragedies.  Perhaps some wounds were the result of our own mistakes.  Some may still be bleeding.”

“…the Lord uses the dissonance of my wounds to create something beautiful within me.”

 Today, I am particularly having some problems with my “scar tissue.”  Especially because I am not in a very good position to actually deal with it, so it’s being shoved aside to fester.  Some days, I really need to have my Father gather me in His arms and hold me as I cry.  And at this point, I need tangible, concrete physical holding here.  I am a body-spirit mix, and I need combined healing.

This is what I need.  But, not knowing how to have this come about, here I am, trying not to ping-flood the self-destruct button — looking for alternative solutions.

Tags: Easter · Of Trials Opportunities and Gifts

2 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Kasia // Mar 27, 2008 at 10:22 am

    :-(

    I wish we weren’t fifty miles apart. If you didn’t have to teach tonight I could come over and give you hugs…

  • 2 Jill // Mar 27, 2008 at 2:45 pm

    Awwww…Jaibee. I’m sending you a great big mommy-type hold you till you feel better hug. And if Kasia and I were there we would give you HUGE squeezies! We could take turns and do tag-team hugging.
    I do completely understand what you mean. It probably won’t help but I was just thinking…tangible, concrete and physical was what the Father did when He sent His Son. How good are you at visualization exercises? A good friend once told me to sit on the floor in front of an empty chair, lay your head on the seat and “pretend” that it’s Jesus’ own lap. Bring your wads of tissues and cry with Him — it can be very powerful and I’ve often been surprised by how much better I feel and how much closer He seems. (and not that I want to seem like a fruitloop or anything, but sometimes I just KNOW He was there, stroking the top of my head and whispering words of comfort)
    Love and Hugs to you my friend!

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