Monday, October 28, 2013
Before I move on to discussing why healing isn’t easy and quick, let me insert an extremely vital point to healing that I have come to learn. What I am about to tell you I have in no way read out of a book and then walked through the healing process. This knowledge has come only through the path of experience and it did not merely take a single trip on this road for me to figure it out. Rather, it took many painful journeys and I am still in the process of walking this path and learning this key point.
This basic, yet so exceedingly significant point is that it is imperative to understand that the choice for healing is ours, yet the work is God's alone. There is nothing that we can assist with, add to or bring to the table that will, in any way, promote, expedite or secure our healing. Healing is not based upon, nor will ever come by way of the number of prayers we pray, how many times we fast, how often we attend church, working in an area of ministry, being a member of a church or even according to the passion and fervency in which we carry out any of these acts.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Who said I didn’t need healing? That would be me. Who said I needed healing? God did, and that should be enough. Do you still need proof? Don’t worry, I did too. Let’s dispel this fallacy together as we look at the Word of God.
After passing through the
Red Sea the Israelites began their journey to the promised land, via the desert. As we know, without water we can survive for only a short while. Now, lessen that time by the fact that the elements of the desert exponentially increase our thirst. Here God’s chosen and newly freed people are three days into the passage and are already frantically in search of water. Their lips are parched. Tongues are clinging to the roofs of the mouths. There is no ebb and flow of strength; it is only ebbing at this point.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
The further that I am removed from my previous abusive situation, the more that I come to understand the absolute necessity of healing. As so many often do, I felt that my deliverance from the abusive relationship would be enough. I figured that I would need a little time to work through some issues, but since I was already a Christian, I concluded that healing was most likely taking place or already done. Being gone was my freedom and all I needed…so I thought.
I have been wrong many times in my life, but I don’t think it has ever been to the great degree that I experienced with this crazy assumption!! I had escaped!! Should that have not lifted the load of weight upon me? In some ways I might be able to say yes. It did lift a load, but not the load. Wasn’t getting out with my life more than enough? Again, affirmative only to an extent. I was alive, but I was not living. Wasn’t I free from the oppression cast upon me? Absolutely! Nevertheless, the bondage that I was still under kept me in walls of captivity of a different sort.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Wow, I am so shocked that almost two years have passed since I have first and last posted on this blog! When I started writing I was in the next to last semester of school working on my Bachelor’s of Business Administration degree. As you would imagine the load got to be too much to bear and I didn’t have time. Beyond that, each time I would attempt to write another post I simply could not complete a single topic or thought. It just seemed too painful to continue and often I contemplated deleting it altogether. However, I knew beyond any doubt that God placed this blog upon my heart and I just could not bring myself to doing away with it.
Now, I am at a place in my life that I am ready to begin writing again and I couldn’t be more excited. It has been an event-filled two years. I have since completed school, among a myriad of other awesome, as well as painful, things. Yet, the greatest event that has taken place has been that God sent the most amazing man into my life and we were married in October 2012. In this relationship God has afforded me an opportunity that I never even fathomed or dreamed of in the past. My husband, Alan, is a pastor and I have the awesome privilege of being a pastor’s wife. I am ready to open myself up to God’s direction and picking back up writing is one area that He is leading, and I want to be obedient.