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Expect to find curse words, nudity, (occasionally explicit) talk of sex, and angry ranting, but NEVER slurs or sexually violent language. I use TW when I am aware of the need and on request.

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trust...
I just finished my 'homework' for small group counseling tomorrow, and I feel so drained. It's so hard to face... especially with me not knowing what really happened! At least, not knowing most of it.

Trust is the hardest thing to do when you've had someone violently destroy your most sacred self. I shake my head and think, no wonder I've always found trust a nearly impossible task. Even squeezing out just a drop is an exhausting process. I've learned to do it with most women fairly easily, but with males and authority figures (even worse, the two combined) I have made scarcely any progress at all. I trust Ben more than I've ever trusted a man -- but I hold back so much, stuff that I don't even realize.

I'm so full of rage. It saps my energy... when I finally let it out, what else is left?
sounds: Jester's Dream: "Reaching Out"
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The really neat thing about being a Christian is you don't have to worry what is going to fill your empty spots once you have released all the poison. I kind of look at it this way - imagine this beautiful pot that was buried under the sand for almost 2000 years. This beautiful pot had some sort of something inside it that had sounded like a good idea when at first the owner of the pot had put it in there, but 2000 years later, it had corroded the inside of the pot until almost nothing was left besides a very fine layer. One could almost be certain that if they did nothing more than sneeze on it the pot would crumble.

But this one man, a potter, picks up the pot (yea, yea, I know you think you know where this is going, but you're still gonna have to listen to it.), tenderly holds it to himself, and proceeds to go to his workshop. First, he has to remove the rest of the pot's inner poison, or all of his good work will be for naught. This is a very difficult task, as it almost removes the pot itself, the poison has become so intertwined. After he has removed the poison, he begins to put his own material inside the pot, to smooth out the faults, to fill in the cracks. The material is good, and once it has set for a while, the material is no longer so much a part of the Potter as it is the Pot.

I guess I went through all of that to reassure you that YOU aren't going to have to worry what is going to fill you after you have released the poison that has been trying to hold you captive for as long as you could toddle. God is going to worry about it - you'll be more yourself than you ever were as soon as you offer up that empty space to him, and you'll find that there is more peace available to you than you had ever thought possible.

*Hug*

I'll be here for you, Bel.
Liiiiiisten to her, Bel. She makes a good point. Though I feel the need to make one addition: You have even more available to fill that empty space than faith and God, because you have scores of people (like the two of us) who love you dearly and would gladly offer pieces of us to help fill you up, too.

And dammit, you have to trust a comment made by a non-Christian who's saying, "Listen to the girl who's talking about God!" :-P

*hugs*
Thank you my Anika. *hugs back* and yeah I do trust your comment! *smile*
Thank you. You are so sweet to me! The questions in my heart overwhelm me... I can't even see the goal nowadays, I have to just blindly keep putting one foot in front of the other. But I think/hope/havefaith? that I will eventually emerge from this valley of darkness.

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