I was lost in the desert, looking for someone to talk to, someone to counsel me, someone to comfort me. Then I met the wounded healer. She helped me journey through, she taught me how to allow myself heal. She called me friend when I thought I wasn’t worth being a friend, oh what a person. My heart cries to her to remain with me because I never wanted to go back to who I am or was.
Wondering who at all I am ‘talking’ about? Well, let me satisfy your curiosity. This wounded healer is that which lives deep inside of me. Surprised? Sometimes you really do not need someone to heal you. You can be your own healer. How? Just like I am doing; healing others by sharing with their pains and letting people see their wounds. I personally don’t like talking actually, I prefer to keep things to myself than share after one cold experience I had in talking to someone I thought I could trust. But hey! Instead of talking to someone, I now prefer to talk to people.
Being a wounded healer
Strong faith is not always what makes the mountains flee at the sight of you. Sometimes it is what keeps you from fleeing at the sight of mountains that do not move.
You may be hurt now, but the best remedy to your situation is to give the comfort you never received. The wisdom of your experiences is a gift you can share and as you lighten the load of others, you lighten your own! What do you do then? Ask the Lord for strength to survive, and through your own ministration, you will be healed
Heal yourself by healing others
The same spot that made you cry and mourn is where you can bring & gain honour and healing to yourself and to those who are touched with the skyrocket. You can help the next generation of victims with and through your pains & experiences (see Luke 6:38). Be the reason someone still wants to live.
Be your own healer
Be the best you can; first for yourself, then for others. Without this, you can’t be for others. Try to live the best you can. You are very important. Be a wounded healer.
This piece is inspired by three lovely people. You always try to remind me of who I am made of and what I can be. Thanks a lot, to Barbara, Carl and Sam.
A ‘Shepherd’ is hard to find, but when you locate one, it is a breakthrough. Thanks Crispin.
Remember it is #beawoundedhealer
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