Places Only The Wounded Would Know

Memories of trauma pierce effortlessly like the tip of a well sharpened weapon at the most tender wounds.

They suck the breath right out of your lungs. Another memory comes quickly before you have the chance to catch it.

Without realizing it, you’re holding your breath as you relive what feels like yesterday, no matter how long it’s been.

“Breath”, you remind yourself. You look around and the world is moving, but you have stopped. Then the moment passes…and with your reminder, your chest is rising, slowly breathing in and out again.

You right your mind, swallow the pain, and keep moving forward.

Slowly over time you find, when the memories come, the pain takes on new and different contexts provided easily by a world filled with reminders.

It’s in this slow passage of time, where you feel like you will never come back from the depths of this kind of pain, lies a discovery.

…that healing can come in layers…

…that healing can be a journey…

Experiences occur that test the depth of where we are at, only to tell us that we aren’t fully there yet, not fully healed.

But we are in process…

So while you may be in a place where you are reminding yourself to breath through the memories, there are souls all over the world needing their reminder to breath too.

Know… you’re never alone.

And if I can remind you of this too… His grace and love visit even the depths and heights of the most ravaged places in your life. The places only the wounded would know.