THE CAVE

“The cave you fear to enter holds the treasures you seek.” ~~Joseph Campbell

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Living out here in the country I witnessed an illustration about dreams and caves. As I watched the events unfold I had a better understanding of how abuse not dealt with with effects dreams.

The swimming hole wasn’t an elaborate dream- just a simple one. The boss, who owns the two hundred acres where my husband is caretaker, had dreamed of childhood memories of carefree days at a swimming hole. It was my husband’s responsibility to turn his dream into a reality.

The County extension office came out to make arrangements to find the perfect spot. They determined the best place for his pond would be in the gorge that had been carved out by nature. The peacefulness and quiet that we had enjoyed gave way to the hum and roar of the bulldozers. The machines pushed, shoveled and moved large amounts of dirt into the proper prepositions to carve out a pond. It took several weeks before the project was finished and we had an empty pond.

Everything looked good and now all we had to do is wait for the rain from above to begin filling up the pond and then the dream would be realized. The rain came in short spurts so the water inched its way to the top. With each new rain we would rush to the pond and report back to the boss the newest measurement of the water level.

Month after month this went on until one day the sky opened up and rained down on us all of the necessary water to fill up the pond. Unfortunately just as quickly as the pond filled up it receded back to a lower level and still lower with each rain storm.

Surveying the area that surrounded the pond we learned that there were cracks in the limestone substructure. It was after a horrendous rain that something startling came into being. The fracture line had exposed a muddy trench. Further investigation was needed. As we crawled on our knees, sticky red clay clung to our clothes. Soon we came to an opening and there it was… a cave! We stood up. The cave had a musty smell that offended my nostrils. The cave had been here for years and the stalagmite that was at my feet bore witness to that fact.


As I surveyed my surroundings, we were in just the beginning of the cave. Four feet below  the cave opened up again into a nice size room about eight square feet. It was in this room that the water disappeared. Looking along the wall there were other caves jetting out in every direction. My mind echoed Wanda’s words..."Could it be that the cave holds all the pain and hurt we buried?”

It was then that I realized that this is what my soul must have looked like. The caves jetting out in every direction represented all of my pain and hurt I had buried.. abuse.. grief.. .deaths..depression. I no longer wanted to be in the cave. I wanted to be where the dream was.

Turning around to leave, I caught a glimpse of sunlight. A  fracture line above my head revealed where not only had the small ray of sunlight come through but also a green leaf that protruded into the cave. It was a promise of healing and a fulfilling life that would come if only I allowed God to work in this situation.

Outside again, we now had a realization of why the pond was only half filled with water. Something had to be done. I watched as an observer as rocks and logs and lots of material things were thrown into the cave to fill the void. It didn't work. Next, an order was placed for forty dump truck loads of red sticky clay to cover up the cave and pretend that it did not exist. Denial did not work either.

Finally, it was decided to build a wall of sandbags around the cave . It was reasoned that the sandbag wall would keep the dream of the pond alive or at the very least keep it from losing ground. Like the other solutions it was also a failure.The cave continued in its present state and the dream could not be fully realized until something was done.

It is the same way in my life. I cannot  have my dream of being the person God intended me to be and to walk in my full potential until I deal with the unresolved issues buried in my soul.

Until Next Time, Gracie

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SECRETS...

Psalms 51:6 Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden [part] thou shalt make me to know wisdom.



Secrets, we have all been told them and some may be harmless but others that we have been pledged to keep and hide deep down within the recesses of our souls can become to us lethal weapon in the hands of the enemy.

Webster’s dictionary defines secrets as designed or working to escape notice, knowledge or observation.

God did not create us to hold secrets in the inward parts. He make us to desire truth.

The definition of truth is in stark contrast of that of secrets. Truth as defined by Webster’s dictionary is ideal or fundamental reality apart from and transcending perceived experience.

A lot of things happen when you have secrets hidden in the recesses of your heart and soul. Secrets have a way of taking away from you a lot of precious energy. You spend your waking hours in an attempt to surpress those secrets from surfacing and in the very same breathe you strive to pretend that there is nothing out of the ordinary, nothing is wrong.

The more that secrets hide in the shadows the less they are exposed to the light of truth and knowledge. Whatever is hidden deep inside only has one perception of the event or trauma that took place. Unexposed to the light of God’s Word and God’s healing touch it will remain buried but at the same time expels hurt and pain to those around you.

When living with my parents our home contained the secrets of alcholism, verbal and physcial abuse. We as a family were too embarassed to admit that we were in a crisis so we built walls around the family to try and confine the problem. The only thing the walls did was to prevent other people outside the family from giving us the support system we needed to stop the vicious cycle of alcholism and abuse.

Bear in mind that all  family secrets, whether alcholism, incest or murder, are usually geared to protecting the wrong person. It is this denial of the problem that almost always assures it will pass down to the next generation.

Secrets can cause you to have lasting spiritual and emotional damage which adds to the problem. A preacher once told me, " You are only as healthy spiritually as the deepest darkest secrets that you hide in your soul." A lot of people have the misperception that once Christ comes into your life then you will not have to deal with the secrets...that somehow they just magically go away. That simply is not true they must be dealt with in order to be whole again.

So how do you start to deal with the secrets in your life? First of all if you are, right now, a victim of verbal or physcial abuse  you need to go someplace safe to work on these issues. I recommend  a battered women’s shelter. They are true professionals who know how to deal with the problems  you face. Many counselors have been where you are and will help you own your own TRUTH.

Owning your Truth is the beginning

of spiritual and emotional healing....

Until Next Time, Gracie

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Grace’s heartrending true life story, Family Secrets, is a gripping page-turner.

You will marvel at the way God can turn even the most horrendous tragedies into a victory.

                                      

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CHICKENS & EAGLES

But those who wait on the Lord will find new strength. They will fly high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint. Isaiah 40:31  NLT

With each new batch of chickens that hatch our little flock increases. I am sad to say that I am often not diligent in counting the flock each day to know if any are missing. This past week however I noticed that two of our dominicker chickens were AWOL. My mind was quick to pronounce judgement that they probably had succumbed to the predators. I had feared that they could never survive out there at night all alone for any length of time.


As I took my walk one evening along our trail I realized that it would soon be dusk and I better head on toward home. I was about ¼ of a mile from our house near the big red barn that had recently been finished, and I thought that I heard the faint sound of a chicken clucking. I verded off the trail and went inside the barn and looked on the ground but no chicken was in sight. I turned to leave but heard the noise again and this time my eyes were drawn upward.


There on the highest rafter of the barn (some 11 feet up) sat the two chickens. Evidently in being allowed to range free they had wandered off and made their way to the barn to seek refuge. But the refuge of the barn wa not enough to protect them fully so they found a way to get to the highest peak of the barn away from the predators so they could find rest. They knew that being up as high as possible gave them good visibility to be able to see predators and thus would not be caught unaware.


This had been quite a feat for them for as I have stated before they are not the smartest animal on the farm. Another thing you may not know about chickens is that the less weight they carry the higher they can fly. The chicken however could not fly the eleven feet on its own. They had flew to the top of one of the bales of hay stored on the floor of the barn and used the hay as stepping stones until they were able to soar to the highest peak to find refuge and rest.

This sight had reminded me of a time in my life who words of prophesy were spoken over me. I was in the midst of all my trials and the word came to me that said, “ You are carrying around a lot of things (excess baggage) that God never wanted you to carry and inside your spirit wants to soar.”

Like the chicken my “weight” prevented me from soaring to new height. I had to start taking the steps one by one to get rid of all the excess baggage. With the Lord’s help I got rid of the baggage I was carrying around and now I can soar new heights.

Until Next Time, Gracie

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Grace’s heartrending true life story, Family Secrets is a gripping page-turner.

You will marvel at the way God can turn even the most horrendous tragedies into a victory.

MORE INFO HERE:

http://www.tatepublishing.com/bookstore/book.php?w=978-1-61566-133-6