Healing

For so long I thought of healing as my health being restored, cured, improved, transformed. The illnesses that have consumed every part of my body and every brain wave in my mind, just broke me apart. Piece by piece thrown at me, yet even that minimizes the pain because it was constantly aiming at me.

Healing I longed for. Healing I fought for. Healing the pastor said would come. Healing that isn’t coming because “I didn’t try enough”. Healing from the extreme symptoms and pain, unbearable anxiety and depression. So often sobbing, drowning in my own tears, trying with any breath in my lungs to cry out to God and say… It’s too much, God I’m so tired of fighting, I can’t handle it, I just want to go to heaven, please heal me.

I have become so focus on/praying for healing in my body & mind, when I didn’t realize that He was healing my heart. This whole time God knew what He was doing. I just didn’t look close enough.

Something that’s so precious. It’s in our hearts, deep down, where God can really work in miraculous ways. We just have to open up and let Him in. There is beauty in vulnerability, in the realness of who God created us to be. I hope we can invite healing in different ways. Because we have a God that is always faithful to His promises. 🤍

Lord, I open my heart up to you

Do what you need to do