Healing: A Sacred Place

I had all my ducks in a row and was ready to launch into the deep, but God said, "Be still!"

Have you ever tried to make "moves" on your own?

Ever had God grab you by the seat of your pants, when you tried to pop your own collar?

When the alarm sounded and demanded my attention, they rang with conviction, "Anything outside of God will not prosper!"

Duh! Christianity 101; right? Our hearts know the truth but that doesn't stop ambition from getting in a hurry.

Recently, "my ambition" was benched with an unexpected intervention. My head and heart were at odds about matters that didn't bring peace. My spirit drifted into internal conflict and held on tight.

God interrupted the whole production! He uncovered the scales and revealed some "soft spots." I had withheld some past emotional traumas that kept resurfacing in relationships. I refused to fully expose my vulnerabilities, which prolonged the healing process.

However, "healing" is out of our hands and beyond our control, so we might as well:

lift the burden of our expectations,
seek God for the right path,
shake the "divide and conquer" chorus of the world.

The enemy seeks to keep us "silenced" by the thorn of rejection. Reclaim your power and open your mouth. Flip the script on the enemy!

Lessons I learned from my sacred place:

1. Your healing is found in the depths of a healthy womb. Heal from within. Unlock your truth.

2. You can't heal from the contaminants responsible for stunting your growth.

3. When your spirit is centered in truth, healing will cultivate clarity, compassion, and change.

4. Your healing may require a season of separation.

5. Bitterness with strip your humanity and clothe your insecurities.

6. In the midst of crap, stuff still grows. You get to decide what that looks, feels, and smells like.

7. The wind will propel the promises of divine truth to unfold and manifest in life with your permission. Surrender.

8. Transformation is messy but necessary to shift.

9. Keep your hands free. Get rid of the toxins.

10. Raise your vibrations. Don't settle for mediocre.

"Our wounds are often the openings into the best and most beautiful part of us."--David Richo

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