“If we don’t know we need to forgive or be forgiven, how can we know we love or are loved?…It’s easy to be nostalgic at Christmas, and many are…it’s not so easy to admit that I need something. That I have lost my way and someone needs to find me, even if it embarrasses me. That I am sick and broken and that someone needs to heal me, even if it injures my pride. That I have hurt or been hurt and I need to forgive or be forgiven even though the words stick in my mouth.” – Br. James Koester #AdventWord #mhvadvent #forgive
I am the first to admit I am in need. In need of a Savior. To know love – how to love, how to receive love, how to love myself.
I find I am on a journey of forgiveness towards myself. A journey to come to peace with my body. To recognize the wonderful, delightful creation He has made me. The skin and bones, flat and curvy parts, all of it. And yoga might be the vessel to bring me to that open space, that pasture of peace.
I went to a Restorative Yoga class last week with a friend. It could easily be referred to as a “guided nap”. You need blankets and pillows (bolsters) for this kind of yoga. The instructor had us focus on the phrase “Let go.” And I found myself focusing on letting go of negative beliefs about myself and concentrating on my breath. The intimate, intricate way I was connecting with the rhythmic in and out, over and over. And being amazed by my own body. It’s ability to support my life.
I continue on this journey to forgive myself. To stop shaming, negating, and shunning my own body. To recognize the amazing, good, and strong creation I am because of my Creator.