I love to tell the story,’twill be my theme in glory, to tell the old, old story of Jesus and His love.
Is there complete healing and restoration this side of Heaven? This is a question that has plagued me since as long as I can remember. Because if I say yes, I become a dreamer, an idealist, in the eyes of others, who thinks that everything will one day be just fine and dandy. But if I say no, then many will say that I have no faith in the Creator of the universe whom I so readily claim as my Redeemer. While I am not going to give you a definitive answer to the question posed above, I am going to tell you a little bit about my healing journey that started 6 years, 8 months and 2 days ago. During this time frame not only has my pastor and my husband both preached about our story at our church, I have also opened up my life for the entire worldwide internet to see should they find it interesting. Through sharing our story with you, reading emails from you, talking on the phone with you and if I’m lucky, having a face-to-face with you, I have healed. I am healed more today than I was last month. And I will be healed more next year than I am today. That is just the way it works, I believe. Because every time I share, I heal. Every time I read that someone finds hope because of what we’ve endured, I heal. Every time I hear that someone has chosen to have faith in God to salvage a marriage that society says to dismiss, I heal. Every…single…time. When I tell the story, sometimes I cry. And when those salty tears make their way down my cheeks, I embrace them. For they tell me that I haven’t grown calloused to a miraculous story that happened 2000 plus years ago so that I could be living mine today.