Humanity
Confession Heals.
What is confessing...it’s not admitting. It’s not to say yes I did it, although many of the confessions you hear may lead you to admission, or admitting that you too are guilty of the thing someone else is confessing. That’s a first step...but the follow through is in MY confession. Confessing starts with ME not someone else. It’s acknowledging the legitimate guilt and shame I feel because I KNOW (I have seen, I have experienced) MY brokenness. As people—we must begin to acknowledge our brokenness to one another to find freedom, forgiveness and healing. We by no means have to own illegitimate brokenness (guilt and shame others have placed on us because we don’t measure up to their “standard”. God has a standard “perfection” and he says NO man measures up —(no not one). We are all broken but broken in different ways. The “cracks” we find are in different places. Confession is that place where I acknowledge MY fractures. When I do that I can begin to give those places the attention they need to be mended. All too often we want people to “admit” their faults. We want to do the pointing, showing them their cracks and them agreeing to fix them. There may be a place for admission but TRUE healing comes from the place of confession. It starts with ME seeing MY “fault” and when I see it...I want it to be fixed. I want it to be different. I want to be healed and mended. However, that means we have to introspective. We must look at ourselves instead of everyone around us, and we’re not so great at looking in the mirror. We don’t like what we see, and in turn avoid the time we need to spend there to really see the cracks and discover their beauty. The cracks are not our enemy in fact they are our best assets, benefiting us in more ways than we want to admit. First, the cracks keep us humble. They remind us of our fragility… that we can only pretend to be invincible. That is a gift! Without them, we may convince ourselves that we are better and in need of nothing. Secondly, the cracks connect us. They create a belonging in humanity even if we’re not looking for it. They tell me I have a place, just like you. They tell you, that you are not alone. Third, they speak. They speak of strength and endurance. They remind us that even though we aren’t perfect, we are hardy and we will make it through. So why avoid the cracks? Why not inspect their beauty and let them adorn our value. Take time to notice them, mend them and embellish them elements that may enhance their strength and beauty. Just as the Japanese do with kintsukuroi.
By Natalie Stover4 years ago in Confessions
Why am I here?
Somewhere between here and there, I lost my drive, my creativity to write on here on Vocal. I thought about it many times. But there simply was nothing that I truly wanted to write about. So, I decided that I am going to write about not wanting to write.
By Melanie Sorockti4 years ago in Confessions
WHEN I LOOK BACK AT THE PAST
When I look back at the past I see a young man full of dreams, full of the will to fight to achieve what he dreamed of thinking that life was easy, that you just have to go after it and you can do it, but it's not quite like that, I think we all have that funny feeling of ourselves when we remember how we used to feel when we thought about our dreams, how easy the dream and the plans for the future were on paper, but not in practice.
By Dalmy Alves4 years ago in Confessions
AYO that’s funny, TIME is just a concept. 8/12
I’m on tinder right, just looking through old shit and I think that app got the dates fucked up my boy, let's do some backtracking, matched in September became official in October. Dated until January, fucked around and she was cheating the whole time? Interesting.
By Bryce Cousins4 years ago in Confessions
Down The Rabbit Hole
Anxiety. A small word with a huge impact. I am going to give you a tiny glimpse into my over active thinking. This takes place all day, every day. Internally I argue with myself non stop, it's exhausting. It's not that I have voices in my head as such, it's more that I have two thought processes that run simultaneously, my 'Rational Brain' and my 'Irrational Brain' …and they really don't get on at all!
By Louise4 years ago in Confessions
Origami
Origami It was a blustery, snow filled night, as Monique made her way across the hotel lobby to turn down some of the lights. She did not like the dark, never had, due to all the many power outages during childhood from tornado threats. She was an easy-going sleeper, though and could fall asleep at the drop of a hat.
By Michele Montague Witte4 years ago in Confessions
STOP ONE
- I hate you! She roared Three words only. Three simple words. And yet, they will ring bells in my head, the remnant of my silent life. I will always feel the pain, the disgust, the hatred those three words were enrobed with, especially because they came from the loved one. Many times, I returned to the Lake where they were spewed at me. I was not holding onto old memories. The bitter truth is, I couldn’t just let the grief go. It was the only pillar that remains after the flood crawled under the bridge. That Lake was the only witness of our love on the first sight, and remains the privileged taleteller of its demise. To it, I could bargain my shameful tears without shame. As an old confidante, it will blow solace to my chagrin using its waves, the wind, and birds chirping in a theatrical harmony.
By K.O.D5 years ago in Confessions
