Blog Post By Jessica White Davis
Shame is a powerful emotion. It can drive even the strongest heart to its knees. It happened to me. I took the bait and swallowed the shame hook, line, and sinker. The enemy set me up as a little girl to make shame my constant companion. I knew nothing different in my life other than to believe there was something desperately wrong with me. The word I had seen over my life since I was five years old was “ruined”.
Shame says I am something wrong. As I grew I made choices I desperately wished I could take back. This is the place where conviction should have stepped in and led me to repentance. But shame was already screaming in my face that I was disgusting so I was convinced I could never be forgiven or set free.
But God. He found me. He rescued me. He pronounced truth over my life. He declared I was blameless. He gave a purpose to the pain and now He can use it to usher in someone else’s redemption. He wants to do the same for you. Shame can’t survive when it meets grace. Lean in to a safe person. I’m here if you don’t feel you have anyone else you can trust. Shame dies when stories are told in safe places. #shamebreaker #free.
Father, I give you permission to heal my heart of the shame I have worn like a garment my whole life. I repent of listening to it’s lies and trusting in it’s protection. It’s neither truth or protection. I turn to you and receive the gift of your healing grace that comes through Jesus Christ forever breaking the power of shame, along with all of its chains. Amen.