8/8/2021
Lately, I’ve spent a lot of time curiously inquiring around the lies of my heart.
You know what I mean – we all have them. Whether barely-breathed whispers or diaphragm-expanding shouts, the lies of our hearts are born from and sustained by heart wounds, small and big moments when your confidence faltered or a friend was overly critical or you needed something and were let down. Endless sources of wounding sustain lies that usher in all sorts of things that hold you back. Keep you in the dark. Deceive you into thinking you’re safe, protected.
Over the last few weeks, I realized that these wounds had begun to block my words. I would sit down to write, and every line that found its way onto the page was shrouded by an authoritative judgment and I would backspace erase until the page was empty. Poked and prodded myself until discouragement was all I had.
I’m a firm believer that curiosity heals. What are the lies where did they come from what are they fed by why are they paralyzing me. Try to quieten the noise. Sit uncomfortably still a little longer.
I’ve had myself for a long time and I’ll continue to have myself until I cease to exist and it’s for this reason that my curiosity, your curiosity, is important.
The wounds of my heart which build the lies of my heart deserve to be known, to be acknowledged, to be healed – a gift, a responsibility. So I’ll hold myself tenderly and tenderly speak truth.
You’ve had yourself for a long time and you’ll continue to have yourself until you cease to exist and it’s for this reason that I’m hoping, I’m praying that your curiosity is important.
You are important. Your healing is important.
Lightly,
Leah
Leah Kepley, M.Ed. 