What has proven true in my physical brokenness is true in the spiritual realm as well. When we are broken, we must stay close to the body. There's something though, that I think we often forget. We all are broken. Not sometimes, but all the time. The degree of our brokenness may be different during certain seasons of our life. But whether we are broken from addiction, abuse, life challenges, or from the fall of Adam we are all broken, all the time.

 

Onions do not stink nor do they make you cry unless you peel away the outer layer of skin.  Healing is the same way. As my journey of healing crept on, there were times that it was easy to blame my broken dreams and trauma on my husband.

My parents thought nothing of having a trusted relative share my room with me when I was 11 years old. But starting at that age my innocence, and my life were altered forever. For the next 9 years, I was sexually abused more times than I can remember.

I was recently sitting with a friend by the pool. I felt compelled to share a story I had told no one in years.

"Did I ever tell you about the time...?"

I opened up a dark and formative part of my past with someone. It involved an incident that I had handled, for which I had sought and received forgiveness, for which I had made amends. Then I packed it up gently and put it on the top shelf of an unused closet in a back bedroom of my life. I thought there was no need for me to ever mention it again.