Today I am guest posting over at Deeper Story, Tales of Christ and Culture. It is an incredible collection of intimate stories from some of my favorite bloggers. Go check it out, and get lost. I am honored that they are allowing me to share from time to time.
A couple of months ago at the encouragement of some dear friends, I started seeing a counselor. In seasons past, I have gone to talk through a particular issue, to get unstuck, to patch up the tears in my heart. This was different. There were no major problems. My life was fine. I just wanted to better understand how I see myself. Because perhaps deep down there are some lies that I tell myself about who I am and what I can do. Lies that hold me back.
But as these things go, as you will read in my story, issues quickly arose. And even though it might not always be fun, it is always a gift. I feel so fortunate have a safe place to process. A safe place without expectation, without pretense, without judgment.
I woke up with so many excuses. The roads were still slick from Wednesday ‘s snow. I hadn’t been in the office since Monday. I had a handful of safe friends who lent an ear, and an opinion or two, as I recounted backwards and forwards my latest dilemma. I was talked out. And most importantly, I was fine.
I texted her hoping to give her the out I so desperately wanted.
“Are we still on for this morning?”
Do you go to a counselor? How have they impacted you?