What are we to make of it all?
Are we so familiar with the events of Easter that it has become just another Bible story to us? Do we have any grasp of the great price that was paid? Any realization of our utter depravity – that we were hopelessly drowning in our sins, and completely unworthy of this extravagant act of grace?
He loved us anyway, dear one.
Fully. Lavishly. Perfectly.
Do you believe it?
In my post Innocence Punished, I shared an incident that happened in my early elementary years that caused much heartache and brokenness. I was interrogated, in every sense of the word, by adults who I should have been able to trust. They broke through my resolve to be truthful, and coerced me into saying what they wanted to hear. I was punished severely, and I learned that my father could not be trusted…
That day after school my father took me downstairs to our unfinished basement. This was the place for punishment. Not the only place to be sure, but the preferred one.
My father lectured me about lying and embarrassing my family. I didn’t dare tell him that I hadn’t lied. That it had been the truth all along.
“This is going to hurt me more than it hurts you,” he said coldly. I cringed as I heard the distinctive sound of his leather belt being ripped from the loops of his pants. He yanked down my jeans and underwear, then pulled me face-down across his lap. With each thrash of the belt, I felt the heat of impact. Swollen marks reddened my tender skin…
Lately, I have sensed God speaking to my heart and telling me that I need to “count the cost”. At first I wasn’t sure what He meant, but as the message is repeated I am slowly beginning to understand.
Things are not always what they seem.
Or what they set out to be.
This blog, for example, was meant to be a place where I encourage others who have been hurt like I have been. Where I let you, my dear reader, know that you are not alone in your suffering. A haven of sorts, where the brokenhearted find hope and healing.
But the truth is, I have been the one to find encouragement, hope, and healing.
Those who have suffered due to sexual sin will understand the extent of the brokenness that ensues. This is not only true for those who choose such sin, but also for those who are innocent victims of sexual predators. I know from experience how extensive this brokenness can be. It can seem that there is no hope for restoration and healing. But with Jesus, all things are possible.
I came across the following prayer for healing on Our Unseen Hope, the blog of a sweet friend, Liz. This friend understands what it is to have been hurt deeply. She has provided much encouragement for me, as I seek healing from my past. She is a gift, helping me to know that I am not alone.
This post is rich in wisdom. Many of the principles outlined have been instrumental in my own healing journey including: ‘listening’ prayer, forgiveness, breaking agreements, and surrender. My loving, heavenly Father has worked in many of these ways in my own life, bringing restoration as I walk in obedience into all that He asks me to do. I hope you will find it helpful as well.
Blessings dear one,
Hello sweet friends,
The first passage I have chosen to memorize this month, can be found in the book of Psalms…
Let all that I am wait quietly before God,
for my hope is in him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation,
my fortress where I will not be shaken.
Psalm 62:5-6 (NLT)
I was determined not to be late posting my Scripture passage this time. I had chosen these verses well in advance, but my plans soon fell apart.
Welcome dear friends!
I am honored to be guest posting as part of a series on depression at Lisa Brown’s blog, Me Too Moments for Moms. Lisa is one of many wonderful people I have met over the past couple of months, since I began blogging. She has done an absolutely beautiful job putting this series together, which shares real life stories of depression, as well as God’s love and presence through it all. These stories are heartbreaking at times, yet abounding in hope. I encourage you to read them. It is with great humility that I share her introduction, followed by my experience of dealing with depression…