I was witness very recently to the Pope’s clarion call for being #merciful and calling all the faithful to be #merciful. Indeed, a powerful and apt call in this strife ridden world.
Reflecting on this powerful word “Mercy”, I have had myriads of thoughts/feelings/emotions swell up within me to the point of tears.
Here is what this simply powerful word stirs me to share….
I want to announce my “brokenness”; my soul endures this pain hoping for release from its grip and making the peace within. This journey call “Life” breaks me in many ways, some of my broken pieces I remember more than the others, yet most of them I prefer to hide within my shadow. In fact, I disown them.
These broken pieces (my shadow) which I disown is a part of me waiting for an audience to the #Light within. It is this shadow which teaches me to grow, yet often I do not want to befriend it, lest I don’t know what it may offer as a lesson.
It is so tiring and exhausting to be broken within, and yet put on a mask of bravado which meets the social norms of the world.
As I continue to reflect on #Mercy, I am looking at each of my broken pieces of #Self. These broken pieces I have been collecting since I was a child. I have quite a large collection, some of them I want to share:
1. Broken pieces of my self-esteem
2. Broken pieces of my childhood events which traumatized me
3. Broken pieces of my hurts
4. Broken pieces of my adolescent years
5. Broken pieces of my failures in studies
6. Broken pieces of my dreams which were crushed
7. Broken pieces of my…………..
“I cannot give to you what I do not have”
As I continue to reflect, I realize that I need to be #Merciful; merciful to myself. Can I be?
Can I show compassion to myself? Can I forgive myself? Can I accept myself with all my broken parts?
Indeed, the Pope’s clarion call for #Mercy cannot be better timed than now.
Its time for #Mercy.
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Broken pieces image – elizabethhagan.com
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