March 16, 2018 was one of the darkest days of my life. Reliving that this morning was so painful. ⠀ I read words from my journal entry from that day that I can never share here in this format. I was stuck in a glass house of shame and I had no clue how to get out. ⠀ Shame lies to me and tells me that it is here to protect me, that it will make me impenetrable. Nothing that can hurt me will get in. Oh what a lie. ⠀ In my shame, anything remotely hurtful will always hurt. Shame makes everything hurt MORE. ⠀ Shame is not a guilty pleasure, it is salt in the wound. ⠀ We are surrounded by people staving off shame. Be very careful. My words have the power to confirm shame for someone else or help to release it. Pay attention. You could be the person God is sending to break down the walls of shame for someone else. You could be the warrior assigned to fight for someone when they’ve lost the will to fight. ⠀ You could be the encourager commissioned to hold someone when they are nothing but dust and remind them that out of the dust God created His most favorite creation.