“You are your own worst enemy.”  How many times have I said that to myself?  I've come to realize that although there's truth to it, there's something else that's even greater.   It's name is shame.  Shame is the enemy of our soul.   We don't even realize it's there.  It makes itself comfortable within us and settles in for the long haul.  Shame becomes familiar and it rises up when we least expect it and knocks us off our feet.  It likes to be in control.


Shame has had a grip on me since I was a child.  It started when I was bullied by other kids because of my weight.  I was the brunt of jokes and a target for snowballs.  Names like “Fatso” replaced my own and it didn't take long until I believed their lies. 


Shame has a voice.  It says, “something's wrong with you.  You're not good enough.”  By the time I became an adult, it affected every area of my life.  It stole my identity. 

 

I've spent my life trying to prove that I was good enough.   I fell into the trap trying to be all things to all people.  I took on responsibilities that were not mine to take as I tried to fix everyone's problems.  Underneath it all was a desperate need to know I was loved and accepted.   


The more I strove, the more shame laughed in my face.   I got to the place of brokenness where I physically walked with my head down.  Shame thought it had won.   I was at my lowest point and I cried out to God in desperation.   


I didn't see fireworks or hear the Hallelujah Chorus but an awareness started deep in my soul.   I realized that what I needed most was not the love and acceptance of others but His love.  What amazed me was I had it all along.   I had heard about it.  I knew it in my head but all my striving and need for control kept it from reaching my heart.  I didn't need to earn it.  It was there waiting for me to accept it.


Now there's a transformation going on within me.  It's not happening overnight.  I still wrestle with shame but it doesn't have a grip on me.  I walk with my head up  and I'm learning who I really am.  I'm learning to love myself because He loves me.  It's a daily choice I have to make to turn to God and lean on Him.  The power is in surrender.   When I am weak.  He is strong.  There's no shame in weakness. 


Maybe your experience is similar to mine.   Shame likes to hide so I would encourage you to pray for awareness and when you get it, surrender the striving and need for control.   The shame will leave as it gets exposed and comes face to face with the Lover of our souls.   It can't stand in His presence.   The freedom and peace you long for are waiting. 



By Eileen Glotfelty May 11, 2026
A few weeks ago I shared about my estranged child. Mother's Day came and went without a word. I spent the day wondering/hoping I would hear something. I didn't expect a phone call but maybe a text. I told myself not to have any expectations, but I still did. I was almost angry at myself for thinking maybe this year would be different. This morning I sat here talking to the Lord. He wants me to be honest with Him so I didn't try to hide the sorrow and the rejection. I told Him I was hurt and I had to forgive my child once again. He reminded me that I had three other children who hadn't forgotten me and made me feel loved and honored, so why was the rejection of one so painful? It was then I remembered the story of the lost sheep. For those of you who aren't familiar with it, it's about a shepherd who has a flock of a hundred sheep. One of them goes astray and the shepherd leaves the ninety-nine to go find it. It was a gentle reminder that He will never give up on my child and He loves Him more than I could imagine. In the same way, God will never give up on any of us. No matter how much we run or push Him away, He will never leave us. I needed that encouragement, maybe you do too.
By Eileen Glotfelty April 19, 2026
For those of you who have a prodigal child, you're not alone. What I mean by prodigal is a child who has turned their back on you and put up walls of defense. It came as a surprise, a shock actually. I should've seen it coming but after years of butting heads, I truly thought we were in a better place. The revelation came in a letter where thoughts and feelings were shared. I felt my spirit being crushed as I read it and my heart broke. I know I wasn't the perfect mother. I had struggles and behaviors that had followed me since childhood. I had resolved never to treat my children the way I was treated, but how many of us know that sadly it still happens, but in a different way. When you have a prodigal, it's not about forgiveness and reconciliation, it's about the pain they feel we've inflicted and they can't let go of it. I keep hoping that some day, things will change but there's no guarantee as it takes two surrendered hearts that are open to be healed. It's been four years now since I received that letter. I have grieved in a way I never have before and there were times I didn't think I would make it through. It's a different kind of grief because you know it can change but it's out of your control. It's been a process and I've experienced rejection, abandonment, guilt and shame but it brought me to a place where I knew it was going to keep me in a prison of pain if I didn't surrender it to God so He could heal my heart. The Bible has a story about a prodigal son. Even though the son went his own way and abandoned his father, his father never gave up hope. When the son had an “aha” moment and realized how foolish he had been, he humbled himself and returned home. This is my favorite of the story: “So he got up and went to his father. “But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him. Luke 15:20 NIV” This is how God greets everyone who returns to Him, no matter what they've done. I pray I would react the same way with my son. If you have a prodigal, my heart goes out to you, but just know that God sees you and your child. He is working behind the scenes as He is a God of redemption and reconciliation. He will heal your broken heart and give you the strength to hold on.
By Eileen Glotfelty March 13, 2026
Today I had an errand to do on the other side of town. When I left my house, it was warm and sunny. As I drove toward my destination, I noticed dark, gray clouds up ahead. I had no idea it was supposed to rain. Thankfully I was in the store when the storm rolled in. It was literally a downpour complete with thunder and lightning. I remember thinking I wouldn't be going to my car any time soon. Unfortunately the extended time in the store resulted in some overspending. As I stood in the checkout line. I overheard one of the cashiers say. “I love thunderstorms.” As a child, I loved them too, especially if I was already tucked in bed for the night. I can't explain it but that was the time I felt the most safe. There was something peaceful amidst all the noise. I still feel the same way. Tonight another thunderstorm rolled in. The weather forecast said it could be severe with high winds. I wasn't afraid. In fact. If it wasn't so early, I would've jumped into bed. I had to ask myself why I felt such peace during a storm. I never really thought about it before. Was it the fact I knew that despite all the drama and noise, it would eventually come to an end? It's something I need to think about because my attitude is quite the opposite with the storms of life. I've spent most of my life just trying to survive the storms. Sometimes I've denied them, other times I've tried to run from them and there were times I tried to hide from them but each time, they stopped or moved on. I feel like I'm in a place right now where I need a reminder of safety even in the midst of a storm. Jesus wasn't afraid of the storm, He went right into it and walked on water. Peter got out of the boat and started walking toward him but as soon as he got distracted by the waves and the noise, he started to sink and fear tried to take over. Jesus was still there and when Peter cried out to Him, Scripture says Jesus immediately reached out and grasped Peter's hand and Peter was safe. So Jesus, the storm is raging all around. I'm reaching out to You. I've gotten distracted Lord. I need You. Make me aware when I'm sinking and meet me in the waves for You are my help and You are enough.