I wish I could tell you the stories of healing. They’re not mine to tell; but, oh, if you could hear them.
They are the stories of so many sisters and brothers who have talked with me, often weeping, over the hurt and pain they feel after past sexual contact–both voluntary and involuntary (e.g. in the case of abuse or molestation) left them shattered.
The stories of precious people who have been tormented by memories all their lives …
… OR who have choked back the hurt all their lives, only to have all that torment come raging to the surface.
All of them are precious, wounded daughters and sons of God. People who have been wounded so deeply, so terribly, by other people. Hurt by sin, and hurt by sinning people.
Oh, beloved. If only I could tell you the stories. My heart breaks to think of it.
But maybe you don’t need me to tell you the stories … because maybe you’ve lived the story yourself.
Maybe you are one of those people who have had something precious stolen from you. Maybe you were tormented and abused. Maybe you have lived your whole life, unable to get rid of the memory. Unable to dispel those haunting thoughts.
Or, maybe you are one of those people who have given something precious and beautiful away, only to regret it later. Only to find yourself wishing, years down the road, that you could undo those past mistakes.
Beloved, if that describes you, YOU CAN BE WHOLE AGAIN.
You can be healed. You can be free. Your soul can be healed. The continuous torment can cease. You can be healthy once more. [Read more…]