Several weeks ago, I threw my back out. I went to the doctor twice and got muscle relaxers once and a referral to physical therapy the second time; both with no resolve to my pain. I knew I was to go to my local chiropractor. I called and got in the very same day. The pain was so bad that I couldn’t sit and could hardly walk. She did what was called “soft tissue work” and I left her office with almost no pain. By the next visit the pain had moved down into my lower back. The following week, the pain had moved into my knee and shin. My doctor told me this wasn’t unusual. Because of my pain, my body had tightened up in many areas to compensate. She said that now that we were releasing the tight muscles the pain would pop up in the other areas that had been stressed because of the original pain. It has taken many weeks and the pain has traveled many places as my doctor has been working to release the tight muscles “chain” that eventually caused so much pain in my back. Layer after layer, slowly the pain has ceased and my body is returning to normal.
For me, this has been a huge life lesson in my spiritual pain from abuse. It has taken years to peel back the layers of pain from my abuse. Some of the different layers I have had to release are rejection, doubt, feelings of low self-esteem, feelings of being worthless, not valued, not being able to speak up for myself, shame, guilt, helplessness and being a victim. The layers have come off slowly and one at a time. I feel relief and think I am done and another issue pops up.
It takes time for a body to heal and even more time for the heart to heal.
I still hear that gruff voice whispering in my ear, “Let Grandpa make you feel good, but don’t tell anyone. This is our secret. You wouldn’t want anyone else to get hurt would you?” I would have given my life to protect my two younger sisters from all the pain I endured from this man who was supposed to love and protect me. Now I can truthfully use the Word of God to break that stronghold. The Bible tells me that “His sheep hear his voice and the voice of a stranger they will not follow.” The only voice I need to listen to is that of my Lord and Savior. He is my protector, He will not let any evil befall me or any plague come near my dwelling for the Lord has given his angels charge over me and they keep me in all my ways and in my path is life and there is no death.”
Like the chiropractor slowly releases the pain that has stressed my body, so the Word of God heals my heart.
My prayer for you is that you too will seek out God’s promises to combat the evil one that lies, kills and destroys. It is the sword of the spirit which is the Word of God that can quench the fiery darts that the evil one whispers in our ears to keep us from having hope. Our hope is built on nothing less than the rock of Jesus Christ. He alone is our hope. The victory has already been won.
Grandmother, Mother, Survivor, Child Advocate, Writer, Amazing Person! and blogger for A.C.T. United