I am on a rescue mission. It is my life work. A divine calling.
I am looking for the person that has come thru tragedy – the kind no one wants to talk about. They share their childhood stories, but YOU, you cannot share because your childhood is marred with destruction.
You are the victim but that’s not how the world sees you.
It feels like a silent mockery of our pain, doesn’t it.
“I had a green Stingray bicycle when I was ten,” I hear someone share. How do you share that by the time you turned four you already knew what rape was, you’d already witnessed a murder and you had to live the rest of your growing up years with the pertetrators.
Yeah, that’s not what you share. You work hard to find a story that is acceptable to the bystander. You put on a passable smile – one like a great pretender would wear.
I want to find you and tell you to come out of hiding. That God is looking for you. He wants to tell you that your warfare is over and He is battling on your behalf.
He wants to tell you that he knows the secret desires of your heart. He doesn’t want to talk to you about your “sin” – you already know about that. He longs to share His love with you.
I’m not the religious looking to fix you. I want to help you find the missing pieces of the battle your childhood took you through. That brokenheart within you that needs repair.
This is NOT a head issue. It IS an issue of the heart. Counselors have their place and still they cannot heal a broken heart.
What you don’t transform — you will transfer.
What got me into counseling years ago was bad relationships. Time and time again. Let’s spend Valentine’s Day morning chatting about this.
Plan to join me on Friday, February 13th, and Saturday, February 14th, for a virtual retreat. Together let’s change the meaning of these two days.
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