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... 😌)

Can we be honest for a moment? The last five years have kicked us in our… well, you know. And most of us have not taken the time to truly process what we’ve lived through—let alone the things we already had packed away long before the world shut down. We kept moving. We kept functioning. We kept surviving. But healing? That often got pushed to the back burner.

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.

Well, let’s just start with the truth we don’t like to admit: half of our emotional chaos isn’t even coming from life — it’s coming from the storyline we secretly wrote for God without giving Him a copy of the script.