Heroin, alcohol, pot- how did we get here?
Looking back, I thought I'd never survive. Looking ahead, I hope I always will.
The barrier I struggled to face was not about the abuse, the abuser, or anything really related to those many years of torture. The barrier was one I erected, one I had to be willing to confront and to tear down- one block at a time- it was- “Jesus, why did you leave me?”
I feel the rise of the uneasy,
an internal fires flames seeking air.
The tingling of His presence,
up my spine and through my hair,
Secrets have escaped the dungeons. Once a prisoner far below the surface for her entire life, the chains were broken and the bars removed, and the dark whispers of the past are out. The secrets have found their way into the present.
We each bring fragments of brokenness into the arena of healing, and together, we claim victories on multiple levels. If ever one thinks they are alone, they would be wrong.