THE BLUEBIRD AND CINDERPOTS (Opening a Window to Your Pain)

by Deanna Falchook


 

“Hello Sweet Little One! “

 

Cinderella reaches up her finger for the sweet bluebird singing on the windowsill!  She puts the bird on her shoulder as she does every morning.

 

“Listen to your beautiful song this morning.  What a gift you are to me. Your song brings a smile to my heart and makes me believe that I may be able to one day fly too. But for today and this season, I am so happy that you are here again to greet me, like you always do.”

 

Cinderella looks for the beauty in the midst of the struggles in her life.  In between the sweeping and the races up the hill to gather the water she sings and memorizes the songs of the bluebirds and reminds herself that she is never alone.  She knows that one day she will be free from her feelings of bondage.

 

Often we fail to hear the bluebirds singing in our lives. Instead of the beautiful reminder that God is with us in the difficult and painful times, we listen to a different song that drowns out the melodies of hope that God is sending to us.  Sometimes, we are captives to the repetitive lies that we hold in our hearts and minds that tell us that there is no hope and that we are destined to sleep through another night where life burns us as we slave by the cinder pot – alone.

 

Oppression comes in many forms. It can be literal (abuse, neglect, bondage). But so often we follow a song we’ve written for ourselves and continue to sing that tells us we are not free. Instead we tie ourselves to the locked doors that we have not been courageous enough to open on our own.

 

We remain in our oppression convinced that we are alone because we keep repeating a lie that tells us that taking action and a step through a new door/gate or window would just continue to bring sadness. If we stepped out into the light maybe we would be met with more sadness and hurt rather than the healing and full freedom that we hope is there.

 

God promises us freedom through Jesus.  We are forgiven. Have you been listening to the biblical songs of freedom or the lies in your head?

 

Galatians 5:1 Freedom in Christ

1 It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.

 

Psalm 118:5 When hard pressed, I cried to the LORD; he brought me into a spacious place.

 

 

Acts 13: 38-39 38 “Therefore, my friends, I want you to know that through Jesus the forgiveness of sins is proclaimed to you. 

39 Through him everyone who believes is set free from every sin, a justification you were not able to obtain under the law of Moses.

 

Before the abortion, I had been singing everyday and dancing. After the abortion it became harder to keep dancing and singing to the bluebird songs. I was empty. And the black smoke started to engulf my vision to the point where I couldn’t see the open window in front of me. And although I had been going through the motions and dancing and coughing out a song….the princess inside of me died and was burned into nothingness along with the baby I chose to annihilate.

 

So many women struggle deeply in silence choking on the smoke of the contracts they make with themselves and the scripts that they repeat in their minds. They will tell no-one. Nobody cares. They will die with their secret and they would rather not follow a bluebird to an open window on a sunny day.

 

The Cinderpot is where I told myself I belonged. I would remain there going through the motions in the dark, choking on the life I subjected myself to. As long as I didn’t open a window to the bluebird, I would be okay. The bluebird would know what had happened if I allowed myself that type of vulnerability. So I didn’t want to hear the songs that would help me to heal. I tied the knots on the ropes of sadness around me and punished myself as the woman who made that decision to this weighty life holding onto a 100 pound anchor that would drown her in a river of tears.

 

Eventually, I realized that  untying the knots and opening a window to the bluebird by allowing it to sing was the first step. So, I told a friend. I wrote it down.  I opened the windows by sharing until I was healed enough to open a door and walk out of the burning cage that almost turned me to dust in the ashes.

 

Some of you who are reading this have never told a soul about the pains that you have struggled with since you aborted your baby. Some of you refuse to break the contracts of silence you have made with yourself.


But there is a window somewhere in your life. Maybe it is a friend who you trust. Maybe it is a counselor or maybe you just need to start writing your story.  Pray to God and allow Him to move you away from the cinderpot. He will take you to a place where you will open the window to the song of the bluebird. In time, you will be standing adorned in your full pure beauty next to the prince who crowns you with His loving light and claims you as His bride.

 

1 John1:

Light and Darkness, Sin and Forgiveness

5 This is the message we have heard from him and declare to you: God is light; in him there is no darkness at all. 

6 If we claim to have fellowship with him and yet walk in the darkness, we lie and do not live out the truth.

7 But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus, his Son, purifies us from all sin. 

8 If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us.

9 If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prolife, abortionDeanna Falchook