EMDR hits you full frontal like a gigantic slap in the face. You look into the abyss. The abyss looks into you. You see things about yourself, about other people. If you’re a follower of Jesus you pray, too, for courage, for guidance.
“Thy will be done”
In the darkness the voice of Christ whispers what I’m blind to in the light of day.
“O still, small voice of calm”
In the darkness are lessons that can only be learned there, and that’s a blessing, painful though it may be.
“Thy Kingdom come”
Today while listening to a Librivox (free) recording of the Gospel of Matthew after my EMDR session, I heard these words and knew they were for me. Maybe they’ll be useful for you, too. I think they’re particularly so for those of us who have experienced abuse at the hands of those we loved and trusted:
‘…have no fear of them; for nothing is concealed that will not be revealed, or kept secret that will not become known. What I say to you in the dark, tell in the light; and what you hear whispered in the ear, proclaim upon the housetops. And do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul; but rather be afraid of Him who can destroy both soul and body in hell (Gehenna)*.’
Hallelujah. EMDR is also exhausting so that’s where I’ll leave this for now. Peace be with you.
*Gehenna refers to a place outside the city walls (i.e. apart from God) – a scrap heap, a rubbish dump.