For me, one of my major spiritual wounds is bound up with work. My anxiety that my true worth comes from my work is a distortion of reality, a sickness of the soul.
Your soul might get sick in different ways than mine. Even so, I bet that your wounds show up in your work, too.
Rather than trying to anchor your self-worth in your work output, you might be fixated on how your peers at work perceive you. You wonder if you’re really valued by the people you see each day.
Or maybe you ground your sense of worth in a specific relationship or friendship outside of work. That in turn affects the energy you can bring to the work day. If your relationship is strained, your whole sense of self feels fragile, and focused work is elusive.
Regardless of what our wound is, to receive healing, we must come to believe that there is a different source of worth and well-being for us.
As I consider my own hurting heart, I ask myself: What could that source of deep wellness be?
Of course, I’m a good enough theologian to identify the right answer: God loves me. He created me. He will care for me. The cure for my sickness of workaholic self-worth is the conviction that God accepts me just the way I am.
But it’s one thing to be able to type out that sentence, and another to let the love of God saturate my soul. I need help connecting the truth of God’s love to my lived experience.