Promising Tips For Healing Your Heart

Promising Tips For Healing Your Heart

The storms we go through change us. They’re supposed to. Our exterior may or may not remain the same, but our interior will undoubtedly shift. While change is imminent, it’s the condition of our heart that determines HOW the storm changes us.

When the winds calm and the waters recede, we assess the damage. This is where our recovery starts. I classify damage into scars, scrapes and open wounds. The scars are a reminder of where we’ve been and wounds that have already healed. Scrapes are the sores that haven’t healed but are being treated. The open wounds are the deep, raw issues that still hurt too much to touch. These issues will shift and change as you recover. Something that seems like a scrape or a scar can turn into an open wound if we don’t tend to it properly. Then there’s the injuries we don’t even know about yet that will show up years down the road. Because we live in a broken world, we’ll always need God’s healing.

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"God, Do You See Me? Because I Can't See You"

"God, Do You See Me? Because I Can't See You"

“Mommy, can you see me? Because I can’t see you,” my three-year old self asked my mother.

“Oh, what a pretty girl, yeah,” she laughed.

My family and I watched some of our old family movies over Christmas. It was so special! We took all our old VHS movies home for the kids to watch and set up the VHS in their room with a tv intended only for retro fun (they had no idea what a VHS was. “What?! It’s STILL not done rewinding?!”).

This video my parents took was stuck in my head.

“Mama, can you see me? Because I can’t see you.”

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My First Panic Attack and the Day My Husband Left

My First Panic Attack and the Day My Husband Left

Everything was getting blurry. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

My chest was so heavy. it felt like someone was crushing my chest. It was as if the hand of the enemy was pushing me down. 

I remembered once I had read that if you put your arms up over your head it will help you breath better. I put my arms up as high as I could and went down on my knees. No, it wasn’t helping. I stood up, arms reaching high, maybe I was supposed to be standing? No, that didn’t work either. I sat down, maybe I was supposed to be sitting? It seemed to be getting worse. 

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