I am a fan of confession. I haven’t always been, but I am now. I remember, all too well, the days when all my secrets were eating me up alive. With every passing moment the weight of each secret grew bigger and bigger till they completely over-shadowed me, leaving me feeling defeated under their “power”.
But that was just a feeling. A past moment, a regret, a poor choice, a hurtful word, hold no physical power in them. It is us who give them power. Or, should I say, it is us who transfer our power over. It’s kind of like giving our pasts power of attorney over our lives. We fall into believing, for one reason or another, that we have been rendered mentally, emotionally, physically, and spiritually incapable of healing and freedom.
But that is a lie. A big fat, nasty, smelly lie. Lie’s are ugly. And we lie to ourselves when we say we cannot be freed of our pasts. And that lie begins with our very own silence.
You might be asking yourself right now, What the heck does our pasts and silence have to do with each other?
Everything. When I refused to confess my skeletons I gave them permission to haunt me every second. I allowed my silence to affect my freedom…my freedom to breathe deep, my freedom to forgive myself and others, my freedom to be a confident mom, friend, and wife.
But when I finally chose to speak up and confess my secrets… the power began to transfer back into my court. Freedom became a possibility and not just a daydream that my nightmares interrupted. The more I talked about it, the more I shared and confessed to my family and friends, the more I began to fully comprehend how much power there is in confession!
I like to say that “The more you say it, the more you slay it!”
And I believe that with every bone in my body. You are not defined by your mistakes. And the more you expose the lie that tells you you are, the more you slay its power over you.
The more you say it, the more you slay it.
What skeleton needs a dose of slaying in your life?