Growth can be uncomfortable... in Free Therapy

  • Dec. 7, 2020, 1:18 p.m.
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I remember being little and having horrible growing pains in my legs. For some reason it always hurt worse at night. My Dad would sit up with me and rub my legs while I cried. He encouraged me by saying everyone goes though this, and it won’t last long, honest.

The pain and uncomfortable bits of growing will end, and when you come out on the other side it will be better, honest!

Last night I had some spiritual growing pains. Just like physically ones I did not see it coming. Who knew that I would just start bawling my eyes out listening to the Christmas Devotional of all things? Christmas has been this huge giant NO for over 20 years. I was taught by some friends about how pagan it is, and how God hates it. And while I had been away from them for 15 years or so, what they taught me kind of stuck inside of my head. That’s the short of it anyway.

And so, even if we know for sure that Jesus wasn’t born on the 25th, and even though so much of what is done is indeed from pagan roots, does it really mean that the whole holiday is evil and bad? It does have a spell over some people making the better for a bit. People do seem to be nicer…And if we just forget the whole date part, shouldn’t we celebrate that Jesus was born?

Anyway after the devotional I realized something. I had a very hard time with the whole entire story of Christ’s birth. Why? Beats me. It was just weird. Like I can handle his life, but his birth and death is just weird. hmmmm…

So I did something really weird. Ok, really weird for me. I went to youtube and listened to some Christmas songs from BYU Vocal Point and Oh my goodness I bawled my eyes out.

Why?? I don’t know, it wasn’t like I was sad. I just cried and cried and cried.It wasn’t sad crying. I have no idea what it was. It just hit me like BAM.

Then my husband messaged me and said he was going to be home in 10 min so I had to pull myself together.

But really, what was that all about?

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