Trauma and the God of Weeping People
Oh God of weeping people, hold us close to You amid our confusion and grief, trauma and unrest. You meet us with deep compassion.
Oh God of weeping people, hold us close to You amid our confusion and grief, trauma and unrest. You meet us with deep compassion.
Trauma belonged to others. I had experienced difficulties in my childhood, but I didn’t feel like I deserved that diagnosis when others had truly suffered.
While my feelings often jump quickly to red, the truth is that life is rarely red. Sometimes yellow is more accurate (like being on time for a medical appointment). I’ve discovered that life is meant to be lived in the green zone.
Who am I when I am not wearing my disguise? Can I remove my complicated glasses and see through the lens of Your love and compassion?