I don't know the answers to every problem—even though I may sound as if I do. I don’t understand why some of us gain victory almost immediately and for others it takes years. I don't know why some male survivors fall back in their old patterns and some never do.
I wish I could give perfect answers to every dilemma and shine a bright light on every dark path. I don't always have enough light for my own path. Even when I know the answer for myself, I sometimes fail to live up to my convictions.
I do know this, however. It’s shameful to admit we’ve failed, especially after we’ve determined not to repeat our wrong behavior. And that can refer to anything that impedes our progress.
Almost as bad is to fail and deny it. We're ashamed and try to hide the fact. Or we make excuses for ourselves by blaming circumstances or saying, "Yes, but if he hadn't . . . " Such negative responses mean we by-pass a chance for healing.
Admitting each tiny step in the wrong direction
can be one positive,
small-but-powerful step toward full recovery.
(This post was adapted from Not Quite Healed, written by Cecil Murphey and Gary Roe.)
1 comment:
Two things come to mind after reading this incredible post.
1) if we were perfect, then others would be discouraged. It is because we are willing to be transparent with our victories and our failures that people have hope that they too can walk the path toward healing.
2) a wonderful song has the following chorus:
We fall down and we get up
We fall down and we get up
We fall down and we get up
For a saint is just a sinner who fell down and got up.
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