Shame.
I know shame. She was my bed partner for decades.
Then I kicked her out. . .finally.
What about you? Are you bound by shame?
Shame is feeling bad because of who you are. It differs greatly from guilt. Guilt is feeling bad because of what you’ve done.
If I stole a candy bar, I would feel guilt. This is good. Guilt prompts me to do a U-turn and make things right with God and the store owner and pray he doesn’t call the cops. 🙂
Like an octopus, shame entangles me in its eight arms, imprisons me in its hundreds of suckers, and squeezes my joy. It tells me I’m a defect, worthless, nothing. AND I BELIEVE ITS LIES. Why?
My parents’ divorce at age 8.
Sexual molestation at age 14.
A deeply depressed and emotionally absent dad. A mom who had also grown up in an alcoholic home.
I felt alone. Scared. Sad.
Shame condemned me. Jesus redeemed me. Praise God.
Please watch this picture of shame. (Pause my music player at the bottom of the page.)
Question: Do you know shame? Please leave a comment. Thank you.
Bound from Gateway Church on Vimeo.
