Last October, after I attended The Relevant Conference, I started a series of posts here dealing with emotional healing and pruning spurred by God’s messages in my life.

The whole series, in order, is here.

 

“Going back in order to go forward is something we must do in the context of community…”

This is the community I choose.

I have no clue how it will end.

It didn’t really end. I just stopped writing. I didn’t intend to. But Spiritual Battles started on every front.

Here–the warning for what was to come. Then my Mac crashed. I started Visual Prayer workshops, I was invited to write for a new blog, my art started selling, I was asked to write for a blog I’d long admired, our PC crashed–so we had no working computer in the house, betrayal occurred, Phil was fired, we had to move, pack, unpack, settle in, Phil had to find a new job…

and since Phil’s termination and our move God has only given me two words: Protection and Provision.  Which are good words, full of meaning. But (there’s always a but) I was confused. Confused about God’s leading, I think I misunderstood. I thought He meant something maybe He didn’t really mean. or something. But I didn’t know what and He was silent. And I was anxious. I prayed. We tried a new church (it was awful) I prayed more, I did Visual Prayer, but nothing.  I felt God was still being silent.

Things from the past started surfacing. Emotional things, but not about family this time, about friends (or so-called friends) the ones who have deeply wounded me, scarring my soul as much as my family did.  Family doesn’t happen by choice, friendships pretty much do…so the pain caused by the betrayal  of people who choose to be in your presence makes one feel used, worthless,

it sucks.

And everything all those people did to me played over and over in my head. I talked a little about it, but mostly just kept it in and prayed.

prayed for an attitude adjustment

I didn’t understand, though, why all the hurt was resurfacing. My first thought was I was under spiritual attack again.

It was a comment in a text that made me stop.  “Maybe  attack, but also maybe God bringing wounds to the surface for healing?”

and then I remembered the series I’d started last October.  Then my Twitter feed lit up with chatter about The Relevant Conference this month, the one I’m not going to, but desperately want to attend.  Last year I didn’t want to go and I had complete sponsorship. This year I feel such an overwhelming urge to go and have nothing and no means to make the ends meet.

I’ve spent the morning reading every single post I’ve linked to today and my heart is heavy because I understand God is still working on me, still pruning (and it hurts) and still healing (and it hurts)

I honestly forgot I wrote all these things. I’ve read my words today and cant’ believe I wrote them.

And, as I said above, I don’t know how this will end…