A couple of weekends ago, I went to a conference where we participated in an exercise that was supposed to uncover any emotional baggage we'd been carrying around all of our lives.
To give you some background on my personal story:
Before I was born, my biological parents had a baby and named her Candy. A short time later, my biological mother got pregnant and gave birth to me and my twin brother. Shortly after we were born, Candy began to get really sick. She eventually died of a type of blood cancer before her 2nd birthday.
My mother lost it. She bolted and left my father with two twins. He had lost his job being at the hospital so much with Candy and now had to try and figure out a way to support two 1 year olds. Well, he could not. I'm not exactly sure when, but he eventually dropped us off at a children's home. From that point on, my brother and I were in the system. We moved from foster home to foster home (luckily never being separated). At the last foster home, the mother (Sandy) was really abusive. She had five foster kids and I believe was doing it for unpure motives... that's all I'll say. Anyway, there was a girl there, about 14 or so, named Lisa. She abused me. Because I was living in such a state of chaos and distrust, I told no one... not even my brother.
I was adopted (PRAISE GOD) along with my brother into a great home. My parents are great.
Fast forward to a couple of years ago. It was after I was saved. I called my biological father. His name is Dave. I also got in contact with my biological mother too... her name is Patty. It was really cool to see where all my "stuff" came from. For instance, my brother and I are EXTREMELY into music. I have danced and won many awards in my life. My brother plays the guitar, is an okay pianist, and can sing pretty well too. Well, my parents are not musically inclined at all. When I called Dave, I found out that he played in a band and sang. He was also really into history and politics (I am a social studies teacher). Anyway, it was really cool.
I had long ago forgiven Sandy and Lisa of their abuse. I had also forgiven my biological parents even before I ever called them. I just KNEW there had to be a really good reason for giving the two of us up. AND THERE WAS. My heart breaks for that part of Dave and Patty's lives.
So........ I thought I was healed.
I was wrong.
During the conference, after a long introduction to emotional scarring and trama, Kathi Oates (our speaker that night) began the exercise. She told us all to close our eyes. After we had done this, she said, "Ask the Lord to show you a wall that you have in your life." When Kathi first did this exercise, she said she saw a wall labeled MISTRUST. After she saw the wall, she was told (as we were told) to ask the Lord to remove the wall. She visually saw the wall being removed by a wind.
At this point she paused and said, "Now some of you can see nothing. If that is you, there are anger issues. You have rage issues most likely." That was me. I saw nothing. As soon as she said anger, I began to cry. Weep. Wail. Many people around me began to cry, weep, and wail. It was unlike anything I have ever experienced. She asked the Lord to minister to our anger. As soon as she said this, the entire church exploded with emotion. Our pain was being ministered to.
After Kathi saw her MISTRUST wall torn away, she saw standing behind the wall an image of herself at about 2nd grade... FAT KATHI. Kathi was asked if she loved FAT KATHI and she replied repulsed, "NO! I hate her!" When she was fat Kathi, she was teased, rediculed, and hated. But fat Kathi possessed things that she left in the past. Fat Kathi was a book worm, with a long attention span, who loved herself and life. After she asked the Lord to minister to fat Kathi, she asked fat Kathi back into her life and she says that she was healed of pain that she burried long ago.
The crazy part of this whole thing is that after the exercise was done, physical healings took place. A woman with rhumatoid arthritus was healed (I'm sorry guys, spelling). Someone else who had major back problems was healed. Another person threw his hearing aid away because he heard for the first time correctly in 20 years.
I went to this conference and the Lord uncovered all this hurt that I never knew I carried with me. My greatest fear is so cliche for foster children- fear of abandonment. I didn't even know it, but I found that I am afraid that Jesus will leave me too- the moment I do something WRONG!!! It was terrible and awful to have all this stuff uncovered. Truthfully, I feel pretty raw.
It sounds all too bizarre when I type it out. But the physical healings as a result of the emotional healings were proof enough to me that when we are tramatized, a part of our soul is severed and until we face that part and heal, we lose a part of ourselves forever. I knew that I knew the God was trying to reach to that deep hurt. Scriptures that I had been reading the weeks prior, thoughts that I had were brought up. It was crazy.
I was wondering if anyone had any comments.

