because you were enough…you did enough…and you are enough…



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Sometimes we go to therapy because a bad thing happened and we need to talk about it.

Other times we go to therapy because we have already talked about it, and now the bad thing is talking about us.

Maybe it says you are a second class person for “letting this” happen. You should have known better or done something differently. Maybe it calls you guilty by association and says what happened was ugly – so you are ugly. Maybe it screams you are worthless, unkind, unloveable, or weak.

Our baggage can loose all kinds of destructive messages. And they are very personal and very painful.

Today I don’t want to advice give, because honestly, it’s rarely helpful. Instead I want to listen as best I can via a blog based computer screen. And if I could hug you I would say, “Hey, I see you, and you are not alone.” 

And somehow I want you to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that unless your baggage is speaking words of love, kindness, and compassion over you – what it’s speaking is not true. It’s absolutely not true. 

Someone who has been through what you have been through would have done the same thing. They would have reacted the same way. And you did the best you could with what you knew and had access to at the time. Hindsight is always 20-20, but in the moment, you did what humans do. And that’s respectable. That’s loveable. That’s understandable. And if needed, that’s forgiveable.

You were enough. You did enough. And you are enough. And even in the darkest places, He picked up your failures and those who failed against you – and said that’s enough. No more hurting for my girl. I took it on the cross, and it is finished.

So sweet friend. I’m sorry baggage has such a big mouth. But it’s good that God’s mouth is bigger. His Word runs deeper. His love runs wider.

Perhaps the best thing we can do is test what it speaks against God’s truth. Because we have control over the volume switch by where we choose to place our focus. On the true or untrue. And every time we tell our story, offer and receive compassion, and spend quiet moments just breathing in His truth – the baggage voice gets a bit weaker.


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