“Shame is the inner experience of being “not wanted.” It is feeling worthless, rejected, cast-out. Guilt is believing that one has done something bad; shame is believing that one is bad. Shame is believing that one is not loved because one is not lovable.”
Dr. Robert D. Caldwell
WHOA.
This quote given by a Dr. Robert D. Caldwell stung like a bee. In sum, it is the epitome of my past. It’s true. I was a slave to shame and had no idea. The more I let shame rule in my life, the further away I pushed God out of my life. You see, shame only exists outside of God’s grace. In my early 20’s, when I was in college, I decided to flirt with the world. I had been a “goodie two-shoes” for as long as I could remember. That may have been due to the fact that I was pretty sheltered growing up (I was homeschooled K-12).
I grew up in a bible-believing home, an active member in the church and took a great bit of pride in being a rule follower. I enjoyed pleasing my pastors and parents. If my nose wasn’t stuck in my Bible then I was either at youth group, on mission trips or simply just being a normal Christian kid who wasn’t allowed to watch MTV or The Smurfs (all my fellow homeschoolers know this reality). But then college came and my world opened up a bit. As I said earlier, I wanted to flirt with what the world was offering me, and to my surprise, the world doesn’t play hard to get. When we sin we separate ourselves from God, and SHAME is what keeps us separated.
I was acting in sin. I was naïve. I was young and dumb. I gave into my fleshly desires. I got myself into very foolish situations. Not only was I flirting with sin, but now I was in a full blown relationship with it. Being in relationship with the world is like being in an abusive relationship. You’re scared to leave and you never know what punches it will throw you. The world will use and abuse you, but for some strange reason you stick around because you’re “comfortable.” The world offers you false comforts and counterfeit love.
My relationship with the world came with consequences, and one of those consequences was shame.
After I decided to breakup with the world, shame told me I had to stay. After all, what would my church family say if I came back now? How could I go back to my relationship with God after everything I’ve done? Shame told me I was dirty, worthless and unlovable. Shame accuses you. Shame says you don’t deserve to be forgiven. I was bound by shame and I needed to break free.
The understanding of God’s love is the beginning of understanding your identity.
In my effort to become free of shame, I found myself in a church community of women, broken and scared, at a round table with about six ladies. With trembling hands clenching to a styrofoam cup of coffee, I began to confess to them all I had done– how I wandered off the path of God. I told them I was sick of living bound to the chains of shame. I told them I was tired of running from God and I wanted my relationship with Him back. Not one of them judged me. Not one look of disgrace was casted. In that moment, my healing began. We prayed, we cried, we hugged, and from that day forward God began to expose the lies of shame. I felt God’s love for me on a whole different level. Shame was lifted and grace began to flood in. God began to show me my true identity in Him. The understanding of God’s love is the beginning of understanding your identity. Once you know WHOSE you are, you understand who you are. And with that knowledge shame begins to fade.
My story of freedom of shame is too long for a blog post. But one thing I can tell you for sure is that you, too, can be free of shame. You can breakup with your bad habits and run home to a Father who loves you. He is waiting. For me, I had to repent and turn away from a depleting lifestyle. I planted myself in a community of believers. I committed myself to Jesus. If you are struggling with sin and shame, read the passage below and let it sink deep. My hope for you today is that you find the freedom that is waiting before you.
Blessed is the one whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered. Blessed is the one whose sin the Lord does not count against them and in whose spirit is no deceit. When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.
Psalms 32: 1-6
For day and night your hand was heavy on me; my strength was sapped as in the heat of summer. Then I acknowledged my sin to you and did not cover up my iniquity. I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the Lord.”
And you forgave the guilt of my sin.
Guest Blogger – Deanna Opheim
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