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DURING AN EXTREMELY PAINFUL TIME IN MY life, I vowed to never be hurt that badly again. To protect myself, I armored my heart so effectively that it felt as if it began to atrophy from lack of use. Only with my children did I feel safe enough to give and receive love. Thank goodness— for without those kids, my soul might have withered and wafted away.

Luckily, my spirit began to rebel against its ever-increasing grayness and encouraged me to choose love rather than reclusive safety. At first I refused and huddled resolutely behind my armor. There must have been some spark of willingness within me for, as Spirit persisted, caring and helpful people began to appear in my life.

Annabelle, a wonderful woman who would become my spiritual mother, was an important guide. Knowing that I had an advocate whom I could call if I were desperate gave me the courage to creep around the corner of my armor and begin to heal my heart. The transformation process was neither fast nor easy but began to happen as soon as I started cradling my wounded heart.

As you would to an injured child, I crooned to my heart that everything would be okay, that I would protect and nurture it, that I would keep it as safe as possible. When I was too weak to be nurturing, I visualized my mother, Anna-belle, an angel, or Mary, Christ's mother, holding the wounded part of me in soothing, comforting arms and infusing my heart with healing energy. During times when I was too bottomed-out to do anything myself, I called a friend and asked her to hold me in her prayers.

If your heart is wounded, console and comfort it, and don't hesitate to reach out to others for help in doing so.

I hold my heart in the gentle arms of love.

I allow others to help me heal.