The Source of Real Healing

When my own children have shared their own pain, weeping because of the horrific abuse that they endured, only the love of God through the Holy Spirit could help me pray, “God, I hate what they did to my children, but help me to forgive.” I hate what the demonic did to myself and my children. But I want to forgive those who hurt me. This is a process, with ups and downs, and I come to God, and give Him my feelings, or even my despair that I am numb and CAN’T feel at times.

But when depression threatens to blanket me, I remember that “Blessed are those who take refuge in Him.” And I go to the real source of healing, the only one that I have found, the One who loves me and cares for me, who truly understands what I and others have been through. There is no condemnation in His love, there is forgiveness for my past; there is no judgement for my being needy, weak, exhausted, or fighting intense emotions as I battle old messages and programming; instead, there is the still, quiet comfort that is the rock beneath, and the source of sanity when I remember the insane. And this is where I find my courage, and the ability to write what I do, in the hope that it will bless and help others as well in their healing journey. Because it is a lonely journey, but I am not alone.

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