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A friend of mine tearfully shared yesterday their unworthiness to receive Gods love & healing. What God started in my heart as a response has been on my mind ever since, expanding to overflow & growing my gratitude. So, this is my take on it! People were separated from God because of sin. The only way to the Father was through sacrifices & rule following, so many rules in fact that it seemed the odds were stacked against them.

Sitting with my tree this morning & thinking about last night’s group & these words from a book we are reading (the author speaking of women) describes us as:

Tears on the floor.  When people ask me exactly what it is I do, I always begin with explaining our prayer methods and how much freedom we gain in our lives when we purpose and choose to forgive and break the bonds of the enemy on our lives. The short answer is that I facilitate Holy Spirit as He heals the brokenhearted. 

Have you ever wondered or asked yourself the question, “Love me…Love me not?” and where it originated from? I know I have. Let me share with you a vulnerable time in my life and the healing journey to hope and freedom I have that set me free. 

Have you ever observed a preschooler trying to place blocks into the same cut-out shape? Yep. The round peg fits the round hole and the square peg fits the square hole. It is amusing to watch the drama played out. Some will try and try again until they succeed. Others will throw the blocks in disgust while a few will just walk away, thinking it is impossible.

I have spent the past few days reading research on trauma. How it affects us in every way- physically, emotionally, and spiritually.
How our brains store memories of trauma and how our bodies remember even what our minds don’t.

For Christmas, my neighbor gave me a Poinsettia with beautiful red leaves. By Easter, all the leaves had dried and fallen off. I started to trash it but noticed some small green leaves. So, I kept it, not knowing what to do with it. Even though I fertilized and watered it, the leaves are still small, and some fell off. Just as I was thinking of tossing it, I heard the words, “Rootbound”.