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.
