There’s a rumor going around. It’s the “get (fill the blank) quick” ghost. It sounds great. Eat this thing for a week, chant this mantra, do this exercise, and *bang* you’re healed.
Yes, maybe over time it will make a difference. And yes, sometimes there are stories of instant success. But for the most part it takes a while.
Think about growing up. It takes time to walk and talk and chew your food and pretty much everything else. You may skip a step, but it still takes time.
This goes the same for strength building of any kind. People say it’s a no-brainer. Do this thing, change this factor, and everything will just work out. I say, it takes time.
You want to get to point B, even Z. You have to start with A. You start with nothing. You’re broken and you’re scared. Then it’s on to damage control, picking up pieces and seeing if the ground will hold me. Then, once things begin to get okay, you start to get comfortable. When you start getting comfortable, then you can start taking risks, because there is the notion that there is some semblance of net to catch you if you fall. It’s not a chronological process. You’ll go back and forth all the time. Maybe you’ll skip lots of steps and then something happens and you’ll sail back even behind where you started. It happens. Trust the process. Keep going.
Allow others the same grace. Oftentimes, we forget how far we’ve come and how long it took us to get here. To us, it’s overnight. But remember that it wasn’t. Be gracious and encouraging. Let others know your story. A realistic view of life helps more than you know.
Together, we can build a stronger, more beautiful world, except you gotta be in it for the long haul to make it happen.
On Easter, we told resurrection stories
She stood up and told of how she was duped into sex trafficking,
escaped physically but was emotionally scarred
Then came the drugs and the depression
and the self-loathing
but God found her even as she hated Him
for not saving her sooner,
but He rescued her from the pit of despair
He brought her into hope and family and love
and now she is here,
safe and clean and rejoicing in all that God has done.
Praise Jesus! Hallelujah. The Lord God Almighty reigns.
My church is a country song
Today there are people sleeping in the pews,
while detoxing from Meth,
souls on probation from prison,
people hiding out from a fight breaking outside.
It’s all so beautiful
This is a place where people can find healing
They don’t call it the old, rugged cross for nothing
We come to Him raw and Jesus, the master carpenter,
sands us down.
“I found this angel in the parking lot,” she said,
“Is it good luck?”
“Could be,” I said.
“I stepped on it,” she said, “by accident.”
“Broken angel, sounds like all of us,” I said.
She smiled and walked away,
carrying the keepsake with pride.
There will come a day when we will live together in harmony
for now there is in-fighting, dissension, and discord,
but I hold onto that bright bright future
for one day it will come-
I see glimmers of it, now and again,
like stars in the sky, often covered by clouds or smog,
but every so often revealed in their full wonder.
Sometimes, you gotta play it safe.
Those are healing times, necessary periods of rejuvenation.
Other times, you gotta go balls-to-the-wall,
growth spurts and missteps and unexpected victories.
Both are necessary.
Enjoy your healing;
Celebrate your victories;
Go for the glory.
Be eternally blessed!