I surprised myself a few days ago. I was having lunch with friends, and I told them about something I was ashamed of. I had been carrying this thing around in secret for months, but at that lunch I wrapped words around it.
They listened. They asked me questions. They looked at me with kind, me-too looks. They looked at the thing I had been carrying around, and it didn’t look shameful to them. After a while, it didn’t look shameful to me, either.
By the end of lunch, the shame was gone. It couldn’t survive being shared. And I felt light as a feather.
“Shame . . . hates having words wrapped around it. It can't survive being shared. Shame loves secrecy. When we bury our story, the shame metastasizes.” Brene Brown
“[O]ut of darkness into His wondrous light.” 1 Peter 2:9