I felt this verse deep in my spirit this evening. Some wounds take longer to heal than others. I’ve been having a flare up of angioedema the last week or so. It had been so long since my last one, I didn’t recognize the symptoms until my upper lip and below my nose began to swell. I realized several PSTD triggers had been hit. Poppa, I thought those wounds had been healed. The enemy then piggybacked on those triggers and my mind was trying to head down a slippery slop. I sat alone with tears in my eyes. Poppa? What I heard was I needed to give myself the same grace he had already given me. Some wounds cut to the heart and clutter your mind with nagging debris. Those wounds can’t have a quick fixing bandaid. My Father reminded me that He was unraveling the damage, turning a cluster of mess into a beautiful woven rope that would act as a testimony to reach others. God is my strength, especially through the flashbacks and He is my portion. He hasn’t given up on me and I should not give up on me either. His love and healing is a healing balm that seeps into every broken place. Sometimes that balm has to be reapplied repeatedly for the healing to fully take place. I share this for others who are broken. God is healing your heart and your mind, be sure to allow your self grace and Him plenty of time. 🦅 ~ Chelle, #f8ithgal
“My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.” ~ Psalm 73:26
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