“As time went on, Dixie spent more and more time with me. For at least two years she talked with me daily—at least for a few minutes, and usually twice a week spent two hours with me. At least one night per week Dixie visited with me from 10 p.m. to midnight and on Saturdays and Sundays she would usually spend a couple of hours with me. During the week she would make contact with me as her schedule permitted, but if she hadn’t heard from me by 11:00 p.m., she would usually call just to see if I was okay. Dixie didn’t HAVE time for me; she MADE time for me.
“Dixie wasn't involved in my life because of any social pressure. She had received an assignment directly from the Lord and she took that personal commandment more seriously than her assigned church duties. She never asked to be released from this assignment no matter how difficult and painful our journey together became, and it became very difficult, even to the point of nearly destroying her.
“On some occasions, I would go to her home in the late morning, only to discover that she was still sleeping. Her husband would answer the door and let me know that I couldn't see her because she was still asleep, that she had not slept well the previous night. Later, I asked her questions about these episodes. I asked if she had had some illness, and she simply stated that she would often have rough nights when she couldn't sleep.” (My Tears Fall Inside, page 79-80)
Although Dixie truly felt directed by God to reach out to me and help me, her motivation was love—deep intense love both for God and for me (which included all the various personality parts of me.) As a result of that love she felt fulfillment by serving me and I never felt that I was a “project” to her. It was this intense love which also enabled me to make progress in my healing. Love is the difference between feeling joy in service or simply feeling burdened by it.
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“Dixie wasn't involved in my life because of any social pressure. She had received an assignment directly from the Lord and she took that personal commandment more seriously than her assigned church duties. She never asked to be released from this assignment no matter how difficult and painful our journey together became, and it became very difficult, even to the point of nearly destroying her.
“On some occasions, I would go to her home in the late morning, only to discover that she was still sleeping. Her husband would answer the door and let me know that I couldn't see her because she was still asleep, that she had not slept well the previous night. Later, I asked her questions about these episodes. I asked if she had had some illness, and she simply stated that she would often have rough nights when she couldn't sleep.” (My Tears Fall Inside, page 79-80)
Although Dixie truly felt directed by God to reach out to me and help me, her motivation was love—deep intense love both for God and for me (which included all the various personality parts of me.) As a result of that love she felt fulfillment by serving me and I never felt that I was a “project” to her. It was this intense love which also enabled me to make progress in my healing. Love is the difference between feeling joy in service or simply feeling burdened by it.
I would love to hear your thoughts on the subject. Please consider sharing.
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