How does a thirteen-year-old kid, whose mother dropped him off at a bus station in the middle of the night and drove away, ever believe that God loves Him?
As we celebrated Mother’s Day yesterday, I thought of Naomi, mother of Mahlon and Chilion in the book of Ruth.
With a pain of loss I can only imagine, she decided to travel from the enemy country she’d been living in, back to her homeland in Bethlehem, Israel. Beyond childbearing years, the widow Naomi had no hope of ever having children again.
Naomi spoke from a broken place in the Moab desert. “For the hand of the Lord has gone forth against me.”
This weekend I had the honor of speaking at a ladies’ brunch at church. As I prepared to share my testimony, I thought of two key things that have helped me to start living as a prized possession, rather than a scraggly orphan.
Today Tanya’s back with more of her healing journey. This time, she talks about how this quote from the Gospel of Thomas helped shape her healing: “If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.”
When God began to heal me, I encountered many women’s stories much like mine. The realization that I was not alone brought comfort as I grieved the loss of my former stage identity.
Today I’d like to introduce Tanya Stewart, childhood trauma survivor and clinically trained Occupational Therapist. She lives in Calgary, Alberta with her 11-year-old daughter. Her story is oh, so familiar. She was kind enough to answer many questions through email, and I wanted to share a little of her expertise with you today. (More to come in future posts.)
There’s a lot that goes on backstage the audience doesn’t see. Sound effects, lights, curtains, a scrim (a curtain-like drop that can either be opaque or transparent, depending on lighting), fog machines, pulleys, and levers all can be manipulated to give the audience a fantastic show. If the audience never notices the crew working the effects, then they’ve done their job flawlessly.
What keeps you from the communion table this Passover, friend?
If you’re like me, sometimes it’s shame. Even if we take the elements as they’re passed, we don’t feel like we’re really at the table. At best, we’re in the corner watching others break the bread and take the cup.
Welcome! Pull up a stool to the props table and let me tell you how all this got started.
In 2014, I thought I was having a breakdown. Turns out, it was a breakthrough. God was trying to reach down and heal the deepest hurts of my past, hurts I’d long shut out in the dusty corners backstage.