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My past is riddled with shattered places, dark places and memories I hoped to forever ignore. The Band-Aid applications I tried on my own couldn’t clean the old wounds, they continued to fester.
God’s indwelling Spirit ever gently, so gently, prodded me forward to allow God full access to His healing. I wrestled and fought, worried that if I unlocked the past, I would drown in horrifying memories and never return.
One night I dreamt Jesus held my hand and walked with me through my past. As we walked, He showed how He loved and cared for me through the moments of abuse, and how His presence heals all wounds. The process was painful and scary, but only because of my own unfounded fears.
God is a good Father; He removes the monsters hiding under the bed, the ones in the closets, and the terrors that crouch in the dark rooms. As God tenderly pulls away layers concealed in the shadows, His light cleanses, renews, and brings wonderful freedom. Because there is no memory too dark, no sin too hidden, and no abuse too great for the healing touch of God.
Heavenly Father, thank You that You heal the brokenhearted and bind up all wounds. Thank You that nothing in our past is too dark for the cleansing of Your gentle, healing light.