This past week my wife and I flew to Michigan for my cousins wedding and a little relaxation time with family. It was by far one of the best times I have spent with my family in a long time. We laughed, we cried, we made new memories and we visited old ones. It truly was a great week. However at the end of the trip I was confronted with some of the demons that lurk in my heart and life.
We all have been wounded from time to time, whether it be a broken relationship, a past abuse or some sort of injustice. We all have been hurt in the depths of our souls. Developing through life some (very few of us) learn how to deal with these wounds in a healthy way. Most of us just learn how to mask the pain and anguish these events or people cause on us. I have been masking my pain for years. I have been wearing the mask for so long that I had almost forgotten that I was wearing it.
That all changed when I was in Michigan. I was made fully aware that even though I live thousands of miles away from the memories that hurt me I have been going about life ignoring their presence. Traveling back to the place I grew up generated a knowledge of those hurts, you could almost say that I developed an irregular heartbeat. It was like something deep inside me was stirred awake.
And I don’t like it.
Because the truth of it is that I don’t want to deal with my demons.
At some point in our lives we turn a corner. Our demons go from being our demons, to shifting to our identity. We not only believe the lies, we become the lies. Most of us don’t recognize this shift happening or when it occurs, but I believe it eventually happens to most of us. Being in Michigan snapped me back into reality that I was allowing the demons of my past, although buried deep inside, to control the way that I live my life.
God wants more for my life. And so do I. Time to try something different. But what?



