Sometimes the sheer grace and mercy of Him who loves us is far too much to take in. God is able to do exceedingly abundantly more than we can ask, think, and dream. There are moments in this life when the veil is torn, our eyes opened with the blinding light of truth, and our hearts know in a deeper way the joy given to returning prodigals.
I live on the edge of a warzone in the natural, and in the very thick of it in the spiritual, working with Syrian refugees affected by trauma. I hit a wall dealing with my own brokenness as well as the secondhand trauma from what I do & the environment in which I live. I continue to learn that when brokenness appears around me and within me, that it is not something to run from, but rather to run towards, because the Healer is near, and He’s about to do something.
Last week I was offered an opportunity to go away to receive deep heart healing, and I took it. The result was freedom from shame, fear, and control, from the cycles that had bound me for my whole life. Consequently, they are some of the major strongholds in the land I currently call home, and that caused the unhealed stuff to continue to come up to the surface.
You are a hiding place for me; You, Lord preserve me from trouble, You surround me with songs and shouts of deliverance. Selah. – Ps 32:7
What has come with His song of deliverance is a new depth of heart-understanding of true righteousness through His blood, a righteousness that is accompanied by peace and joy, and that changes everything.
Standing without shame in complete innocence like in the Garden is the rightest-standing we can possibly have, and it is not accomplished by our own effort. It was what God was after when He made us new by His sacrifice. It cancels the curse in our lives, and it’s effects reverberate farther than we can imagine, even to cancel the curse over a land ravaged by war and people bound by deep pain.
As God sings His song of deliverance over us, He also teaches us the melody so we can sing it over others!
Yesterday I visited a home where the women and children daily experience violence from their husband/father, and the children end up being rough with us. The two little ones with special needs and their siblings pummel us in their intense need for love & security that has never been met. As one with a heart wholly healed and protected by the Father, I am able to bring love into the midst of their home, and watch it change the atmosphere. Hitting, biting, crying is met with firm embraces, loving eye contact and gentle words. Where the enemy has only invoked damage, we carry the healing balm of God’s presence. Because where He is, there is always freedom.
By: Anonymous Modern Day Missionary
