Emma Jordan-Simpson

Healing doesn’t mean that there was never any damage, that the damage didn’t hurt us, didn’t bring us to our knees, or didn’t make us wonder if we would make it through the night.

Healing doesn’t mean that God was alright with the wound, that God didn’t howl in distress With-Us.

Healing doesn’t mean we don’t remember, doesn’t mean we won’t cry at the oddest times, at the oddest things, and in the oddest places.

Healing doesn’t grant us a pass to induct others into the trauma we experienced because, “Look at me, I’m better for it.” No, you are not better for the trauma. You were not designed to be traumatized. You are better because each day you breathe – you can be better.

Healing means that the trauma cannot define us, yesterday’s damage cannot control our tomorrows. We can choose a different way forward.

On to liberty.

We confound the author of the harms done to us when we attend to our own healing because harmers never expected our resurrection to be the every day, here and now, and glowing evidence that God absolutely, always, forever and ever gets the last word on our lives, our hopes, our future.

Healed.