There is no finish line in healing
We do this thing: We get really frustrated with ourselves. We thought we were past the pain. We thought we had transcended all the troubles. But we haven’t healed. We’re still healing.
We do this thing: We get really frustrated with ourselves. We thought we were past the pain. We thought we had transcended all the troubles. But we haven’t healed. We’re still healing.
When we try to escape forgiveness, we begin to build a wall. Brick-by-brick we praise our strength and admire just how efficiently we can protect our hearts.
“You’re a normal person.” To be honest, it’s a comment that would have destroyed me in my 20s.
I used to think there was something wrong with me. I would pray. I would worship. And I would study the Bible. (I even finished reading the whole Bible last year.) But it felt like I wasn’t growing.
I once attended a workshop called “How to Make Your Comeback”. And, frankly, it was terrible.
I used to invite everyone into my pillow fort. Most people hadn’t earned my trust, but I gave it to them anyways.
“Don’t drive through the neighborhoods where the drug dealers live.” It was wisdom my counselor offered to me last week. No, I don’t do drugs. But, yes, I struggle with unhealthy habits.
Stop waiting for it to be easy. This life. This walk in faith. Nowhere in the Bible does God promise days without downpours and moments without mountains. And, yet, our human nature tempts us with “easy buttons”.
It is a lie I was told long ago: “One day, you’ll escape the bully.” Only then, I grew up and came face-to-face with a painful, incredibly disappointing reality: The bully will follow you.
Last week, I had my first Twitter scuffle. A man, citing the “The Good Samaritan”, informed me that God only calls us to love neighbors who are kind and loving to us. Yep. So, I respectfully disagreed and ended any sort of escalation with a…