Your vulnerability is a blessing. God will use it to help you heal and others. I remember the days I would hide in my room or closet when my parents fought. I was so confused and felt helpless to help them or myself. But in my case I did find healing when I could forgive. The Lord brings life and peace (Romans 8:6)
Fran, I would hide in the closet too…I was six but mainly from the darkness of wars and battles and quarreling of my parents. Turmoil. Rage. My sister would hold me sometimes. We held each other and squeezed our eyes shut.
I know that closet very well. It was safe. It felt safe. It dampened the bombs of word assaults and whatever else outside.
But understand that Jesus sat there with you all along with his arms stretched out open. He has always been there. Listening and feeling and hearing your heart. And He pours His out to you.
Come Home, Fran. Come Home. I love you… I love you… I love you…
Your vulnerability is a blessing. God will use it to help you heal and others. I remember the days I would hide in my room or closet when my parents fought. I was so confused and felt helpless to help them or myself. But in my case I did find healing when I could forgive. The Lord brings life and peace (Romans 8:6)
Fran, I would hide in the closet too…I was six but mainly from the darkness of wars and battles and quarreling of my parents. Turmoil. Rage. My sister would hold me sometimes. We held each other and squeezed our eyes shut.
I know that closet very well. It was safe. It felt safe. It dampened the bombs of word assaults and whatever else outside.
But understand that Jesus sat there with you all along with his arms stretched out open. He has always been there. Listening and feeling and hearing your heart. And He pours His out to you.
Come Home, Fran. Come Home. I love you… I love you… I love you…
God talks across you :)