Ever had a cut on your heart?
Like one of those tiny little cuts you get on the tip of your finger that hurts way more than you would expect it to.
The worst part is that we get those cuts because we stick our hearts out and practically say, “Stick it to me!”
Like when we say Yes when we should say said No.
Once again I didn’t listen to my heart when it told me “this” wouldn’t be a good idea. I… the part of me that thinks she knows better (a.k.a., my dumbass ego), overruled my dear heart.
And so now I have this cut. And it stings. And there’s nothing I can do about it. I cannot un-cut it. I cannot immediately mend it.
I must give it time to heal. I’ve learned that I cannot hurry the process. The wound is still fresh and a little raw.
But the difference with this cut is that I am going to take part in its healing. I realize my heart cannot heal on its own. It needs something only I can give it.. something that is sure to minimize the scarring.
Truth.
Truth is a wondrous healer. It gets to the core of the cut and doesn’t try to stop the bleeding with a bandaid. It waits for the bleeding to stop and then it covers it with a healing salve.
Your heart knows the Truth… your Truth.
Do you have a cut on your heart? Maybe it’s a very old cut that still has a scab on it. It can’t fully heal unless you’re willing to remove the scab so that the Truth can start its healing process. This ensures a tiny scar, a reminder to honor your Self.
Big hugs, Girlfriends.
