Thur March 27, 2025
I started my healing journey about nine months ago, and one thing I’ve realized is just how costly it is.
Wow. It takes work, fam. And it’s hard—because I’ve come to see how much pride has stood in the way of me working through trauma.
Pride, in the sense that I’d rather act like I’m okay, like everything is fine, than be honest with myself and God that I am a 5-foot-10 pillar of beautifully broken pieces.
This journey has required so much faith.
It has led me to wrestle—month after month—with the bitterness and unforgiveness in my heart, all while God’s love patiently waits to wash them away.
It has exposed deep wounds—mother wounds, father wounds—
Revealed parts of my thinking shaped by an orphan mindset.
And it has forced me to be honest with God about the moments I felt like He had disappointed me.
Healing is like going to the dentist.
You don’t really want to go because they might come for you and expose the cavities.
But after the fillings, after the deep cleanings, you can’t help but smile at yourself in the mirror.
I’ve misunderstood this journey at times… expecting a quick fix or for it to be linear.
But healing doesn’t work like that.
It’s a process—on God’s timeline, not ours.
The best thing I’ve learned? Surrender.
To allow God’s Will, God’s When, and God’s Way in my life.
To let Him shape my character, restore my brokenness, and walk with me in the midst of it all.
The wonderful thing about God is that He is the Great Physician.
He doesn’t rush our healing.
He doesn’t stand at a distance, looking in.
He limps with us.
Sits with us.
Cries with us in the miry clay—
All while delivering us out of it.
Some days, the weight of past pain feels heavy.
Other days, I’m filled with joy and laughter as breakthrough comes.
If you’re in a season of healing, keep going.
You got this.
And more importantly, He’s got you.
The One who began a good work in you will surely see it through.