Before discovering everything I knew about Narcissistic abuse, I was so broken. I had a deep cry of "God, have You forgotten me? Please don’t forget me, I need You.” I know many of you have known that soul crushing brokenness, too. To help with that pain, I started therapy using IFS (Internal Family Systems). It's Inner Child work.
In doing inner parts work, I saw a vision while I listened to inner parts guide. I decided to paint it and share it hoping It would help others to see their inner children coming home to rest safely. All of your precious self.
To explain how that vision appeared, I began talking with parts of me that had protected me, the fierce protectors. Then I met the wounded parts of me that just needed loved, comforted and held. I was overcome with grief when I realized I had left these precious parts alone in their pain and rejection. I cried for them until my pillow was literally soaked. My protectors softened as they watched on. Then the guide suggested letting them all come near and meet each other. Which I did.
And that is when I saw the vision of a great big tree with deep roots by a river with branches reaching to heaven. The tree was me. And they were all gathering near it in this safe strong place. I was told to ask them what they needed. I won't write that all down because I spent a long time talking to them letting them pour their hearts out. But from myself inside, God brought these words up out of my spirit for them,
"You are Safe,
You are loved,
You are Held".
They needed to hear that. I had more tears as I felt each and every part feel like they mattered And were heard. They were not alone and forgotten. Or ashamed of. All the parts felt this acceptance and love, both the too much ones, and the not enough ones. God's love and my love for self went into the deep ache I had, like Living Water poured on parched ground.
For much of my life, I thought I was “too much” or “not enough.” I didn’t understand why I felt pulled in different directions inside. One part of me trying to be strong and perfect, another part collapsing in exhaustion, another part still carrying the pain of a child. I thought something was wrong with me.
But what I came to learn is this: we are made up of many parts. And every part has a reason for being. Some of my parts became Protectors. They were the strong ones, the vigilant ones, the ones who stepped in when things felt unsafe. They learned to guard me, to silence my pain, to keep me moving forward when I felt like falling apart. They weren’t trying to hurt me, they were trying to save me.
Other parts were Wounded Ones The little children inside me who carried the grief, the shame, the fear. They were tender and vulnerable. And because the world felt dangerous, the Protectors often kept them hidden away.
When I began to understand this inner world, something shifted. Instead of fighting against myself, I began to listen. I began to thank my Protectors for working so hard. I began to let my Wounded Ones know they were not alone. And most importantly, I invited Jesus into these places.
I remember the first time I pictured all my parts gathered under the Tree of Safety. At first, the Protectors stood stiff, arms crossed, watching closely. But as they saw the gentleness of Jesus , they began to soften. They realized they didn’t have to carry the burden alone anymore. Slowly, they allowed the Wounded Ones to come closer, to sit in the shade, to take His hand.
This was the beginning of true inner healing: not by pushing parts away, but by welcoming them, listening to them, and letting them rest in God’s love.
Dear one, you may have parts of yourself that you don’t understand. Parts that criticize, parts that shut down, parts that carry sadness or anger. What if instead of rejecting them, you could meet them with compassion? What if you could invite them under your Tree of Safety , where Jesus is waiting? To heal all of you.
Your Protectors have been faithful. Your Wounded Ones are brave.
And all of you
— every part --
is Safe
Loved,
and Held
Hope you like the painting, it is digital art until I can paint it on canvas. Full disclosure, I used AI to help me create it.
I pray for peace and blessings for every part of you!
God bless!
Love, Pam
In doing inner parts work, I saw a vision while I listened to inner parts guide. I decided to paint it and share it hoping It would help others to see their inner children coming home to rest safely. All of your precious self.
To explain how that vision appeared, I began talking with parts of me that had protected me, the fierce protectors. Then I met the wounded parts of me that just needed loved, comforted and held. I was overcome with grief when I realized I had left these precious parts alone in their pain and rejection. I cried for them until my pillow was literally soaked. My protectors softened as they watched on. Then the guide suggested letting them all come near and meet each other. Which I did.
And that is when I saw the vision of a great big tree with deep roots by a river with branches reaching to heaven. The tree was me. And they were all gathering near it in this safe strong place. I was told to ask them what they needed. I won't write that all down because I spent a long time talking to them letting them pour their hearts out. But from myself inside, God brought these words up out of my spirit for them,
"You are Safe,
You are loved,
You are Held".
They needed to hear that. I had more tears as I felt each and every part feel like they mattered And were heard. They were not alone and forgotten. Or ashamed of. All the parts felt this acceptance and love, both the too much ones, and the not enough ones. God's love and my love for self went into the deep ache I had, like Living Water poured on parched ground.
For much of my life, I thought I was “too much” or “not enough.” I didn’t understand why I felt pulled in different directions inside. One part of me trying to be strong and perfect, another part collapsing in exhaustion, another part still carrying the pain of a child. I thought something was wrong with me.
But what I came to learn is this: we are made up of many parts. And every part has a reason for being. Some of my parts became Protectors. They were the strong ones, the vigilant ones, the ones who stepped in when things felt unsafe. They learned to guard me, to silence my pain, to keep me moving forward when I felt like falling apart. They weren’t trying to hurt me, they were trying to save me.
Other parts were Wounded Ones The little children inside me who carried the grief, the shame, the fear. They were tender and vulnerable. And because the world felt dangerous, the Protectors often kept them hidden away.
When I began to understand this inner world, something shifted. Instead of fighting against myself, I began to listen. I began to thank my Protectors for working so hard. I began to let my Wounded Ones know they were not alone. And most importantly, I invited Jesus into these places.
I remember the first time I pictured all my parts gathered under the Tree of Safety. At first, the Protectors stood stiff, arms crossed, watching closely. But as they saw the gentleness of Jesus , they began to soften. They realized they didn’t have to carry the burden alone anymore. Slowly, they allowed the Wounded Ones to come closer, to sit in the shade, to take His hand.
This was the beginning of true inner healing: not by pushing parts away, but by welcoming them, listening to them, and letting them rest in God’s love.
Dear one, you may have parts of yourself that you don’t understand. Parts that criticize, parts that shut down, parts that carry sadness or anger. What if instead of rejecting them, you could meet them with compassion? What if you could invite them under your Tree of Safety , where Jesus is waiting? To heal all of you.
Your Protectors have been faithful. Your Wounded Ones are brave.
And all of you
— every part --
is Safe
Loved,
and Held
Hope you like the painting, it is digital art until I can paint it on canvas. Full disclosure, I used AI to help me create it.
I pray for peace and blessings for every part of you!
God bless!
Love, Pam
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