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I Am Worthy of Love!

“I Am Who I Am” is who God is. It is a declaration of the God who lives in the eternal present. God is the God of the NOW, the present moment-- every present moment. God is not the God of the past or the future, but of the present. I am who I am is also all that we can be. We can all say “I am who I am.“ And none of us can be more or less than who we are in this present moment. So it’s important that we listen to and be aware of the I AM statements we each choose to own. Since we were small children, many of us learned, and have continually chosen to affirm, negative I AM statements about ourselves: “I am stupid,” “I am ugly,” “I am fat” “ I am worthless,“ “I am irresponsible” and “I am unlovable” are just a few of the bad I AM statements that have ruled our daily lives. These negative thoughts have produced much misery. And they’ve led us to believe the following: Overall, “I AM not good enough.” As a result, we have come to believe we are unworthy of love, of nurturi

Grieving Is as Natural and Life-Giving as Breathing

To grieve is to feel the flow of emotions as they arise within and pass through your heart and soul. It is allowing the flow of feelings to happen naturally. It is sitting with those feelings no matter how uncomfortable they may be. It is accepting those feelings just as they are and allowing them to bring their healing ingredients into our lives. Proper grieving means we give up our struggle to control our feelings. It means we allow tears to well-up in our eyes and flow down our cheeks. It means we fully breathe, feel and release each feeling on its terms-- not ours. There are many reasons why we need to grieve. Life gives to us and it takes away from us. Sometimes life gives us surprises we aren’t prepared for-- a bad medical report, a pink slip, or a serious accident. And sometimes life takes away the very breath from our lungs through the loss of a loved one or the ability to participate in those things that we have always found to be life-giving. Ultimately, life is

Sadness Is the Healing Feeling

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I often wonder why sadness has become taboo in our country. It didn’t use to be that way. The ancient native Americans had a wonderful proverb: “If the eyes had no tears, the soul would have no rainbow.” They understood the healing power of sadness and the need the human soul has to express and then release it’s sorrow. They knew it cleansed the soul and returned a rainbow of happiness to anyone who was willing to grieve their losses. Today, however, we are taught to almost be ashamed of feeling sad. As small children we are discouraged from crying. If we fall off our bike, adults hand us cookies and forcibly tell us   “ DON ’T CRY! You’re OK. STOP crying!” Why can’t we adults simply allow a child who, has fallen and scraped his/her knee, to cry until they feel better? Why is it that we can’t bear the idea of anyone being sad? The feeling of sadness is as necessary to the healing of the soul as the element of rain is to the healing of parched earth. Yet we rarely want to face a da

Anger Is Never the First Feeling We Feel

Most everyone is familiar with the old image of a ball and chain around the leg of an inmate. And many of us are aware of what this same sort of emotional ball and chain feels like inside our chests. As the chain wraps itself tightly around our hearts, the ball feels like a thousand pounds of lead against our souls. Our inner ball and chain constantly weigh us down because they are filled with many years of unexpressed, and thus unresolved, emotions. We’re aching with dishonored feelings of betrayal, disappointment, loss, abandonment, anxiety, hurt, fear and sadness. And every so often, when we can no longer repress these feelings, we erupt like a volcano spewing anger and rage at the world and any person in our path. Unfelt and unexpressed emotions stay trapped inside of us. Eventually, they become buried within us and transform our souls into graveyards of the living dead. Unprocessed feelings never die. They moan, ache, shiver and screech, but they never die. At times they seem do