I haven’t posted much about abuse lately. Honestly, I wrestle with what, how much, and how frequently to write about it.
A year ago, at Allume, is when I began sensing God whispering the word freedom to me…and I knew it had to do with the effects still lingering from being molested as a child. I chronicled some of His work in my life in my God-sized Dreams and Healing series, but that barely scratches the surface of all He’s been up to.
It’s true what St. Paul says:
Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen. –Ephesians 3:20-21 (but start reading at verse 14 for more really good stuff)
God has done, and continues to do, more than I could have imagined. But, accepting the freedom He offers involves facing a lot of…junk. And that kind of healing doesn’t escape the enemy’s notice–he wants none of that progess.
Given that, and my desire for this space to be a place of grace and encouragement, I want to keep this blog free from my spewing of anger and frustration during the worst of it.
I’m still praying for wisdom and discernment on what to write here about awareness, hope and healing from abuse. I’m headed back to Allume next week, with my ears and heart open for further direction.
But, occasionally I stumble across an incredible quote or resource. This is one:
This Facebook status stopped me in my tracks.
Yes! This! I thought.
Because Jesus died to heal and bring us to wholeness. Gospel. And He meets us where we are at, as we are ready, never forcing anything upon us. Love.
Some of my most healing moments have been when people simply listened, encouraged, and loved me right where I was in my healing journey. Some offered to hear my story in its entirety (brave souls). Some reminded me to give myself grace instead of expecting myself to be further along than I was. Some have wept with me. Some have walked alongside me.
Those who have met me where I’ve been at…
Good, bad, or ugly…
Without judgment or assumption…
Have made the difference.
I continue to be impressed with G.R.A.C.E. While I don’t endorse all that they post, I have rarely encountered such wisdom, courage, and compassion in an organization that ministers to abuse survivors. They seek truth where many shrink back in fear and denial. They are a voice for the voiceless and wounded. Because they share the heart of Christ.
It’s an approach like theirs that brings healing to countless lives.
What does living the gospel mean to you?
What aspects of awareness or healing from abuse
would you like to know more about?
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