Neil talks this morning about defense mechanisms we depend on to get through life, ones that involve hiding the truth from ourselves about something important, and often, something obvious.
I’ve got blind spots. I’m a reasonably functional adult (most of the time), yet there are these mysteries about my life. Why do I overreact to this type of person every time? Why do my friendships all seem to end the same way? Why am I drawn to helping people, often to my own detriment? Something way down isn’t healthy.
Huge things were unlocked for me when, as we were talking about my best friend when I was in grade school, my mom threw out the comment: You know, she wasn’t very nice to you… My first thought was, You know, that’s true! I never realized it! And my second was, Gee, I could have used that information a looong time ago…
A tiny truth brought freedom to me, in the way I looked at myself (things aren’t always my fault?), and the way I relate to others.
There are truths that I need know, things about me, about my past, about who I am today. We’ve all got blind spots…
I am so grateful, though, for a God who could unleash the truth like a fire hose (which would be devastating), but instead He presents it to us in ways we can digest, often when we’re in a good place, and His purpose is to build us up, not tear us down.
Today, I’ll be asking Him to show me, in His time and in His way, the next blind spot He wants me to see…
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