A few months ago i wrote several things about my childhood. They are still here, unedited. And will most likely stay posted here.
Many people have asked me if I think my parents wanted the best for me. Or if i think they were out to hurt me.
The truth its that I’ve come to a place where it doesn’t matter. Those are not answers i need.
My childhood and past does not define who i am. I don’t understand it yet but I’m coming to believe that my past is what i need for the life God has for me.
Of you are screaming at me right now because of that last sentence i completely get it. I did the same.
My past does not allow me to demand i be treated special or different. I enter into potentially triggering and hurtful situations open and vulnerable, knowing that my reaction is based on issues in my life and heart and not on the people or events surrounding me.
I’m not glorifying or saying pain or hurt is good, or even that my childhood was good. i believe God is good and that He loves me. I can rest in His love and trust that my past is not in vain.