A Spacious Place

A Spacious Place

“When hard pressed, I cried to the LORD; he brought me into a spacious place.” Psalm 118:5 NIV

“I can’t breathe! Get me out of here!”

I have to admit that I am claustrophobic. I don't do well in tight places. Whether it's cramped elevators or tight MRI imaging booths, even being squeezed too hard or for too long, you’ll find me scrambling for the nearest escape.

Trying to talk myself out of it is pointless as the “all to familiar” signs that a full blown panic attack is imminent begin to take my body and mind hostage. My heart pounds in my chest and my breaths becoming deeper and more frequent as my brain starts shouting, “Get yourself out of here!" Hyperventilation is inevitable if I don't keep reciting over and over again, "Keep it together! Keep it together!"

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Our Shame-breaker

Our Shame-breaker

“fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith. For the joy set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.” ‭‭ Hebrews‬ ‭12:2-3‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Shame’s Birth

Each of us has experienced some form of shame at one point or another in our lives.

It may have been an embarrassing playground fall, followed by the school-yard bully's taunting that takes us back to our first feelings of shame.

For some, it is much deeper. Wrongs committed against you or even your own past poor choices may trigger deep feelings of shame you just can't seem to shake.

As moms of children or wives of husbands struggling with addiction or some other life-controlling habit shame is a constant companion.

Some of us have worn the label of shame as though it was tattooed into our skin, an ever-present reminder of the accuser's voice, holding us to our past mistakes and failures.

Surely, this is all our fault. We blame ourselves for not being able to protect them or at least rescue them from themselves.

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