Sorry, busy week. I’ll get back to my own blog next Friday; just spoke with a young mother who was also abused as a child; she saw lions coming after her children; found out it was the Lord as a lion, lioness; showed her He’s got them safely in His mouth, nothing can take them away from His safety.
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My therapist recently challenged me to view God as a lion, as C.S. Lewis did in one of his famous works. And when I think of Him as a lion; am I excited about that? Or afraid?
I admitted I am still more afraid of God than I’d like to be. Having all trust broken in my family of origin made trusting God difficult. I know what it is to live vulnerably and helplessly with predators as caregivers — to be hyper vigilant because the fangs could come out at any second. The sense of evil I felt in childhood was also strong. So the idea of drawing close to a lion doesn’t give me the best feeling. Yet, given that God describes HIMSELF as a lion (never mind what a fiction writer once came up with), it became something that I knew I…
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