I fled from community & into the arms of solitude.
I reasoned that I was alone in my struggle... that it was a struggle of the unworthy, of the weak, of the lost.
In those darkest of days I sought to be healed but, refused any human help!
I believed in God's power of healing but... I would only accept His complete healing... on my own terms.
He would have to heal me quietly -- without the knowledge or involvement of others.
They say that when something hurts you enough... that then, and only then, will you truly change.
When the struggle's worn you down for countless hours, weeks, months, years... how can strength to begin such a change be found? And, what's the source of that kind of strength?
The strongest chord of a strand is the deepest one. When all the others unravel, the strongest remains. The chord that ties us to the eternal. The chord that binds us to the source of of all strength.
Light began to dawn the moment I stepped out from behind my shame & said,
- "God, I will accept Your healing on Your terms."
- "I will allow others to see my wounds."
- "I will no longer define what is unworthy, weak, lost..."
- "I will trust in the chord at the center of my being that can never be severed by this world or the powers below."
I cling tenaciously and with complete hope & acceptance of this promise...
"And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns."
Such a great testimony and a ray of hope for the rest of us. I love reading your posts. Cheers to the light days :0)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment... Here's to DAYS OF LIGHT for you too!
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