We can’t “fix” anyone. We haven’t walked even a half mile in their moccasins, as Native American wisdom would tell us. We can’t fix the spiritual abuser. We can’t straighten him or her out. We can’t fix the tangled web that they have created. The only person we can work with/work on is ourselves.
Being spiritually abused creates issues for us to work on, that’s for sure. Even if we physically leave the situation, the emotionality of it, the hurt of it follows us. Those are the issues I’m talking about. They go with us wherever we go.
Sometimes we hurt so badly that we’re not even aware that healing is possible somewhere down the road. We can't see beyond our own grand funk. If someone tells us while we’re in the worst part of the pain, that we can be healed, it may seem like they’re trying to “fix” us. We just want them to go away.
Or it may seem like they might as well have told us that the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is ours for the having. We simply don’t believe them.
Or it may be that we hurt too much to be able to hear hope when it speaks to us.
So, here I go, telling you all that. I’m not trying to fix you or the situation you just came out of. I’m not telling you there’s a quick fix – like that illusive pot of gold. There isn't a quick fix.
What I am telling you is that the healing of your heart is possible. It’s a process that can seem long and arduous, but a process none the less.
There is hope! It takes courage to take that first step into the process. Having a travel companion who really understands, helps when your journey into the light hits the dark spots.
That’s why I’m so glad you found Spirituality Classroom, are reading these blog posts from a sister who is a wounded-in-the-process-of-being-healed-pilgrim. I am on the journey with you. I encourage you to take that first step. The Lord really does love you.
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And remember, you’re awesome! God holds you in the palm of His hand.
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