The Truth About Trauma
Some wounds you cannot see…
There are times when people hurt us. Maybe you experience it in subtle way, or maybe you went through much more painful experience such as being sexually, emotionally, or physically abused.
Even if not killing us directly, pain from wounds sitting inside can paralyze us to extend that we are not happy, dysfunctional or not able to fulfill our vocation or call from God. If not healed, wounds can be passed to next generations leading to depression, anxiety, feeling of shame and self-hate, alcoholism, drug abuse, family dissolution, homelessness, trouble with the law and even suicide.
We cannot deny that Painful memories can make us feel bitter towards wicked evil doers, but it is us who actually suffer. For those who are family members of murdered victims or who survived themselves war or totalitarian systems regimes like communism, fashism – psychological trouble is huge and can be passed to next generations… We would feel bitterness towards wicked perpetrators, but it would be us who actually suffer. Wounds from the past hidden inside us can cause tremendous suffering, can paralyze and cripple lives forever… Carrying our pain alone can be unbearable burden and curse…
On the other hand, our wounds can be place where we can surrender ourselves deeper to the Creator, to His Justice and Mercy – intimate place where we encounter our Savior on the Cross…
Here we want to invite you to our own journey: restoring human dignity in the time of suffering…
Most Catholics need to learn that the heart of worship is giving to or surrendering to God – especially this what is most difficult to us: our crosses, suffering, pain, hardships, not just receiving from Him, in the sacraments. This video can help u to understand this truth.
The Gift Of Worship from Catholic Media House on Vimeo.
To the cross I look, to the cross I cling
Of it’s suffering I do drink
Of it’s work I do sing
For on it my Savior both bruised and crushed
Showed that God is love
And God is just
At the cross You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am
Lost for words, so lost in love,
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered
What a priceless gift, undeserved life
Have I been given
Through Christ crucified
You’ve called me out of death
You’ve called me into life
And I was under Your wrath
Now through the cross I’m reconciled
In awe of the cross I must confess
How wondrous Your redeeming love and
How great is Your faithfulness
Music by Jeremy Riddle.