Let's Heal Together!

Many of us have been surviving for so long that we stopped questioning the weight. We adjusted. We adapted. We became “strong.” We learned how to function with chronic exhaustion, emotional self-neglect, inconsistent relationships, and unspoken resentment—and then we called that maturity. But healing does not begin where coping is constantly justified. Healing begins where truth interrupts what you’ve learned to endure.

So if “God as Father” makes you uncomfortable, guarded, or quietly skeptical… take a breath. That’s not rebellion. That’s history talking. And no, pretending you don’t feel that way hasn’t actually healed anything yet. (Ask me how I know... 😌)

When we crown our experiences as truth, we quietly put God on trial. We judge His character through the lens of our disappointment. We measure His faithfulness by how predictable He’s been. And then we wonder why our faith feels fragile and our emotions feel chaotic.

Somewhere along the way, many of us absorbed this idea that if God wanted to heal something in us, He would. Full stop. No involvement required. Just pray, trust, and keep it moving. And when the healing didn’t come the way we expected, we didn’t question the framework — we questioned ourselves.

It’s when you slap a Bible verse on top of a deep wound and call it “trusting God.”It’s when you tell yourself you’ve “forgiven and moved on,” but you can’t stand to hear that person’s name. It’s when you keep saying “God’s got it” — but your chest tightens every time the memory resurfaces.