Intersection

It’s funny how God sometimes beats us over the head with something. The intersection of seemingly random encounters, blog-finding, and teachings just come together and a light goes on.

As I’ve been journeying toward healing, I’ve experienced and learned alot. I knew early on that what I learned and the healing I experienced wasn’t just for me, which is why I started blogging. After the workshop on deep healing with Dr. Kraft last month, I have felt a strong desire to practice this kind of ministry. After my session with him last week, that desire has grown.

Since I’ve been delivered from much of the spiritual and emotional bondage that has held me (though there is still much to heal from), I now have clarity to see the prison that others are still locked inside. I’ve been praying about it, reading about it, and discussing it with a few people. I desire to both be used to bring His healing and freedom to people in bondage, and to develop deeper intimacy with Him through the process. It also deepens and reinforces my own healing.

Anyway, this past week, a couple of more intersections.

Being new to this blogging thing, I’ve been surfing, clicking, and finding alot of great stuff. I joined in a discussion about truth a couple of weeks ago. Then, last week, I came across a blog post stemming from it about the scars most of us have, and the need for us to become wounded healers.

Then at church, God brought me to someone I’ve had the blessing of getting to know, and talking with about our similar backgrounds. We talked a bit about some difficult things she would be facing this week. I offered encouragement, assured her I would be praying for her, reminded her that my phone is always on, and gave her a hug.

During the service, God had given me some words I felt I needed to share with her, and I had planned to call her later.

After church, she was discussing with someone else how God has been speaking to her about linking up with others who are grieving/healing to share experiences and help each other heal. She expressed her resistance (I know the rebellious tendency all too well), and mentioned how it seemed God kept bringing me to her. Just as she was saying that, I happened to be walking their way, just a few yards away. Since I saw her again, I decided not to wait to make a phone call, but to bring the words to her then.

Don’t know what it all means exactly, or where God will take this desire of mine. But, my eyes and heart are open as I await more specific instructions.

Awesome how He works, this Wounded Healer of ours…

Waiting in expectation…