Healing

Family.
I have a unique and kindhearted and deeply wounded family.  
Are not all humans deeply wounded in some way or another?  I believe we are, or will be at some point in our journeys, deeply wounded. 

The question is...what will we do with those wounds?  

Will we ignore the wounds?  Will we deny their impact in our everyday lives?  Will we rely on self sufficiency?  Will we storm through life without ever having truly understood what happened and what it caused?  

What will we do when we DO find out??

When we discover that our daily struggles and incompetencies and insecurities are actually all related...if indeed they are...to one single root, one event, one series of related events...what then?

Do we run away and hide from the overwhelming tidal wave of understanding...after all these years?  Do we, in a sense, play hide and seek with those whom we are slowly learning to trust?  Or, is it more like Peek-a-Boo?  

Do we allow the waters of Truth to cleanse us?  To begin to wash the eyes of our hearts and minds and spirits, and step by step, renew our entire worldview?  

Do we allow the rough sands of earthy reality to slowly slough away the toughness of our skin?  Do we gradually push against the pressure of the winds of conflict, which comes from honesty finally borne?

Do we receive the warmth of the open-aired, fresh-skied sunshine, to wrap us in enough heat that we eventually remove our own heavy armour, which we have faithfully endured for oh-so-long?  Or, do we put up our shield against those shining, healing rays?

I would say that I do all of the above, in addition to other variants.  The pain that comes with understanding is sometimes overwhelming to the point of the deepest grief wrought by personal tragedy.  During these times, I must rest and mourn, and rest, and protect myself from the harsher elements on the 'outside' of my freshly re-injured state.   Then, there are times when I can stand again, after having cried on a friends shoulder, or simply in their home with them near.  I know I am loved and cared for by them, by humans dear to my heart, and I can take the next steps with renewed energy.  With hope.

It is as if a layer has been removed from this awful grave in which I have been living for the majority of my life.  

From my perspective, each person who helps me in my healing process, is Jesus in People Skin.  They are not mindless creatures being controlled by a Domineering God.  They are men and women redeemed from their own hellish turmoil, in the process of healing from their own wounds, reaching out to me in self-less Love.  Their process of renewal spills onto my journey of healing because of what Jesus is - and has been - doing in their lives (whether they consciously realize it or not!). 

None of these men and women and children have 'arrived', have earned their 'wings' or 'halos'.  None of them are completely free of the pain of their own wounds.  Each has their own burdens to carry, day in and day out.  And, yet, the love in their hearts is able to spill out onto me in every time of need.  

I have only to ask.

When I remember.

This, I whole-heartedly believe, is God's intent: for each of us to be interdependent upon one another.  This takes humility on our part, and self-sacrifice on theirs.  The roles are reversed as needed, of course.  

We are the BODY.  We are HIS Body.  How can we be unified if we are completely self-sufficient (or, if we live in the delusion of self-sufficiency)?  How can we grow if we depend only upon our own understanding of God and of the world around us?  How can we HEAL if our souls are dammed up inside of us, unable to connect deeply with our brothers and sisters around us???  


It's like water that is unmoving.  It becomes stagnant, smelly, and likely infected with many diseases.  It is unfit for consumption, unable to sustain life.

BUT, a body of water connected to a Mighty, moving Water Source is fresh, abundant, and life giving...not because it is trying, but because it...IS.  Living Water. 


Jesus is the Living Water; He is within His own Body of Believers.  When we, as Believers, are open and available to be healed by Him, through Him, through His people, I think we will then be open to help heal others.  We are, thus, acting in likeness of Him.  We can only be open because of Him, however, since our wounded nature usually tends to fight or to fly in times of trouble or hardship, or perceived threat.  

Thanks be to God for healing brought by gentleness, love,  comfort, encouragement, Truth aptly applied, and deepening connections with others whom we can walk alongside.  


Thanks be to God for forgiveness throughout our journey.  His forgiveness of us, producing our forgiveness (and tremendous release) of others.


"Our Father, which art in Heaven,
Hallowed be Thy Name....


...and forgive us our tresspasses
as we forgive those who tresspass(ed) against us..."

Tresspassed.  Past tense.  
Today I realized that this prayer includes the past.  


I am smiling with thankfulness.
Freedom comes with receipt of Truth, repentance, forgiveness, release, stepping forward, and repeating as necessary.  As I learn to enact this rough, easier-said-than-done process, I become lighter, more resilient, more confident, loving, and at ease.  As a start.  :-)


Thanks be to God that I have the priviledge of practicing on friends as well as family.  After prolonged avoidance of certain family members, God's love is renewing my heart and mind that I may step forward and love my broken, wounded, Gift of a family.  One step at a time.  With only one aim....to LOVE.  Not to change, not to manipulate, not to accuse, not to appease.  To LOVE.  The puzzle is figuring out what LOVE means in each scenario.  But...with my Source's help, this will get 'easier' with practice.  


Next time I think I'll be able to share more concrete details with much less ambiguity.