I took a sip of coffee, but couldn’t swallow it. Suddenly choked up by the thought of bringing shame to my parents.
Neither one knew of my marital issues and I couldn’t bring myself to tell them, not wanting additional heartache or worry to fill their remaining years.
When they passed away in 2019, I felt an odd sense of relief- only because they’d never have to know.
It’s so strange how shame imprisons us. It’s a heavy burden- one that Jesus says, “Bring it to me.”
When I received an email from my uncle saying he was proud of me, knowing my family is supportive was exactly the push I needed to keep moving forward.
As my two Hopewriter friends ( Rachael @rachaelstgermain and Katie @katie_kibbe) say, “Let’s kick shame to the curb.” Absolutely! Let’s heal from shame, together!