I can heal broken places in my soul.

Sometimes in the dark of night, the pain of unhealed wounds wells up inside me. I resent the past's intrusion into my present, so I struggle against the pain, pushing it deep within, in the hope that I will bury it once and for all. Unfortunatley, the pain always returns. If the painful memories come tonight, I will wrap my arms around my inner child and hold her close. I will tell her that she is safe with me, that I understand her hurt as no one else but God does, that I know she didn't deserve the grief she's suffered. And I will reassure her that I will be the loving, attentive parent she never had. I visualize my innocent inner child cradled in my arms and I let my healing love flow from my body into hers. For her wounds are mine, a trust from God on behalf of one who cannot heal herself.

<font color=blue>This above all: To thine own self be true. --Shakespeare</font color=blue>