I Cry Twice
Sometimes, when a memory of childhood pain invades my mind, then cleaves to my soul, I cry twice over. I wince in deep agony over a few memories, on a continuous basis. But then I think of the times I have been visited by my Savior, whether through His voice, or a vision of Him, I savor the comfort that surged through my body, and somehow I am strongly revived. Without that strength, I know I would have died. When I cry twice, I believe that the process of healing is upon me. I think of all the people who helped me professionally during my life. I hear them saying, “You didn’t deserve that. You were not bad. I am so glad that you were born.” On and on, I hear their words. For that memory, I decide to accept the “People’s” words as truth. As I accept such marvelous love, the pain seems to have been driven away from me. Some memories require small drops of healing, while others are healed at that moment. I love the journey of healing. However, I do dread very much confronting memories that almost make me double over with pain. But, I know they are coming and am no longer afraid to go through the process of healing.
But then I think of the times I have been visited by my Savior, whether through His voice, or a vision of Him, I savor the comfort that surged through my body, and somehow I am strongly revived. Without that strength, I know I would have died. When I cry twice, I believe that the process of healing is upon me. I think of all the people who helped me professionally during my life. I hear them saying, “You didn’t deserve that. You were not bad. I am so glad that you were born.” On and on, I hear their words. For that memory, I decide to accept the “People’s” words, as truth. As I accept such marvelous love, the pain seems to have been driven away from me. Some memories require small drops of healing, while others are healed at that moment. I love the journey of healing. However, I do dread very much confronting memories that almost make me double over with pain. But, I know they are coming and am no longer afraid to go through the process of healing.
Abilene’s Child laughing more and more!
