Have you ever had a secret? One that you had to keep from everyone? One that was surely worse than everyone else’s secrets?
I carried the weight of a secret, and it wore me down. It kept me turning in bed when I desperately needed sleep. It masked the bright flavors of my favorite foods. It dulled the colors of my world.
My secret made me ill. My head throbbed. My bones ached. I wanted–no, I needed to tell, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it aloud. I was too afraid of what people would say. What people would think...
I couldn’t bear the judgment, so I told myself I could handle it.
I’ve already processed through it.
I’ve made it right with God.
It wasn’t completely my fault anyway.
I’ve repented. I won’t be doing anything like that again.
Over time though, the longer I kept my secret, the heavier it became to carry.
The harder I worked to hide it, the more it festered within my heart.
Eventually, one secret lead to more secrets. A little lie as a cover-up. A piece of evidence buried inside the trash can. An excuse about the circles under my eyes.
I lived with my guard up, afraid that someone would learn what I had done, and that what I had done would make me unlovable, unworthy.
I recently went away to a spiritual retreat where a bold and honest pastor spoke to me about the virtue of grace – of unmerited favor.
Unmerited, and unconditional.
He told about his daughter in her troubled teenage years, of the heartache she caused for him and his wife. She ignored her father, scoffed at him for years, yet when she finally came back to him, his arms willingly received her as his spirit soared.
I thought of my own children, the mistakes they make, the dozens of times they goof up every day. And yet, I am willing – no, I am EAGER, to give them grace. To offer another chance. To whisper, I know you’ll do better this time. I forgive you. I believe in you.
Toward the end of the retreat, participants were given the opportunity to confess wrongs to a spiritual leader. This was a new thing to me. I was raised in a Protestant church, and to be honest, I’ve often thought the sacrament of penance, or “confession,” unnecessary. What I did was between God and me. Why did I need a middle man?
Yet when the opportunity came, I was first through the door. I deeply desired to excavate the crud that had accumulated in my soul over nearly two decades.
I looked that pastor in the eyes and whispered to him both the wrong things that had happened to me and the wrong things I, myself, had done.
With tear-brimmed eyes, he whispered back to me, Stacy, I am so sorry those painful things took place, and that you have made choices you now deeply regret. But by the grace of God and the blood of Jesus Christ, you are forgiven.
Forgiven. Just like that. In a moment, a decade’s accumulation of shame disappeared.
I had expected to feel worse after telling another human being what I had done. Instead, I felt as though the Secret, the Worst-of-All-Things, had lost its power and hold on me as soon as I had named it.
I walked in the door of that room crippled with sadness, pain, and regret, and came out clean on the other side.
I’ve never experienced freedom like that before.
Now, my husband knows my secret. My best friend knows my secret. And yes, when I told them, they were disappointed. Hurt. But more importantly, they shared in my despair. They cried with me.
They know that my mistake is not a representation of who I am.
And they never, EVER stopped loving me. If anything, they love me more now, as they better understand my heart.
This morning, as I got into my van, I noticed that it was flat-out filthy. We’ve just had a serious thaw in Michigan– almost all the snow and ice melted in a few days, leaving sand, salt, and dust all over the roads and boulevards.
With my three sons in the back of the van, I headed for the automatic car wash.
They squealed with delight as the high-powered sprayer blasted a layer of salt and dirt from the car…
They stared, mesmerized, at the soapy lather that bubbled down their windows…
and watched streams of clean water rinse it all away…
We trembled in our seats as the dryer blasted away the last drops of water from the windshield.
On the ride home, we marveled at how clean the van was, how clear our view, how “Space Shuttle Harrison” glistened as we zoomed along the highway through our small town.
Sure, we’ll get dirty again. Dust will blow and accumulate on our surfaces. We’ll get all marked up with fingerprints. But it’s nice to know the car wash is there when we need it, ready to strip away the build-up and release us, clean– fresh, out the other side.
Perhaps you have a secret too. Something from long ago, or from yesterday. Something you’re sure would make you unlovable. Unworthy.
Believe me when I say this is a lie.
Unlovable is a lie. Unworthy is a lie.
Secrets are lies that cloud your view. They bury you with dirt from the inside out.
To name a secret is to take away its power over you. To say, I did something, but I don’t want to do it anymore, takes guts, but it puts us on the path to healing and opens the possibility of true freedom.
You don’t have to tell everyone, but tell someone. The same God, the same Mentor, the same Lover or Friend to whom you’ve extended GRACE will likely be eager to return that same GRACE to you.
Secrets are lies, my friends, but grace is real. Grace is truth. And truth is the only path to freedom.
Stacy Harrison is an amazing writer and a great motivator. She is the owner of an amazing site called: Revisions of Grandeur. This article is originally posted in her website HERE. To know more about her visit her ABOUT page.
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What an superb article Stacy. God bless you!!!
Thank you for sharing my work, Chiradeep. Blessings to you and on your life’s work!
Always at His service… I would expect to work more together helping each other for Him in future… Thanks.
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Thank you for your willingness to share your pain and attempt to liberate others from theirs. Thank you for creating this.
Thank you for reading and for such a thoughtful comment! Best, Stacy
Beautiful post! Very inspiring…
I’m so glad you enjoyed the post, Swetha, and found it inspiring. Thank you for letting me know! Best, Stacy
Unmerited favor merits true peace & joy… Great piece!
Yes, it does! Thank you for reading my words and for the encouraging comment. Peace, Stacy