A week or so ago, fellow writer and inspirational friend Elora published a piece of my writing on her blog. And . . . I didn't share it with you. These words that I'd written, they terrified me. They terrify me. That's why I gave them to someone else to publish.
But I don't want to hide these words away, because as hard as it is to share this seldom written about part of my story, there is an important message there. There is ministry there, and healing. And so . . . I give you this, the article that I wanted to share with you but was too scared to share with you and, now, am sharing with you.
I didn't always know what boundaries were.
Probably because I didn't know what personal space was. Probably because, in the house I grew up in, there were no boundaries.
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Love you. And, love that He is making you free. He does that, you know? Digs deeper still to free what entangles, to find what needs healing. He is thorough in His cleansing.
ReplyDeleteOh Beth, thank you for sharing such painful words. I'm so sorry that you had to experience any of that. Thank you for your story and your stubborn faith and being willing to share it with the rest of us. Looking forward to our next chance to get together. Love, Sara
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Sara. I am so very grateful for you and *your* stubborn faith.
Deletei love you, sweet Beth. this is just such beautiful vibrant courage. <3
ReplyDeleteI read it. Thank you for your faith and bravery in writing your pain, so many others need to know they aren't alone, and there is Someone who heals. Love you!
ReplyDelete"The One Who Wants To is repaying me for the years that the locusts have eaten. While that does not make the deficit I experienced hurt any less, it does give the hurt meaning, and that in turn lends me strength and returns my hope."
ReplyDeletemy story, your words. <3