I hate messy!
So why am I a therapist?
That’s different. I’m good at professionally helping people find themselves and fix their issues.
But I don’t like it when my kids are messy, or my friends are messy. They don’t come to me asking for help. They don’t show me their vulnerability. They want me to think they have it all together. Shoot, they don’t even know they have issues! Don’t even know…
And yet I’m called to love them.
How? How do I do this?
Do I have to just trust them? Like what I can like, and love the rest?
I can’t even tell them what I see?
“No. Not unless they ask.”
God, this is too hard!
This is what You do? Really?
I can’t do this. I don’t want to.
“That is exactly why you have to let me do it for you…and I can…if you let me.”
But I don’t want to.
“But you can choose, and I will do the rest.”
Are You saying I can’t be God in their lives?
“Exactly, you can’t, because you can’t. You just can’t. It makes you uptight and stressed. And it sounds judgmental coming from you–unless you don’t know you are speaking for Me.”
I don’t get it. I don’t know how to love like that.
“You just need to help them see Me by making them feel valued. Choose to value them because I do. I’ll do the rest.”
Does this mean that I believe I can only love perfect people?
I made my daughter believe that she had to be perfect for me to love her, didn’t I?
“You had a lot of help.”
Please forgive me. Tell me the truth, and heal my lie that I can only love perfect people.
“The truth is there are no perfect people for you to love. And yet loving is what makes you like Me. You are learning to let me love you. Now just let me use you to love them.”
Thanks. Please heal my fear of loving and being loved.
“I’d like that; don’t forget it’s a process.”