Pressures of single parenting drove my mother to a nervous breakdown and hospitalization. I was alone, blamed dad and became a very angry and depressed controller, trying to fix everything

But I was a "dry non-drinker." All my activity, as worthwhile as it was, camouflaged the pain within. I married. We had three children. I was a harsh, demanding and perfectionist controller. My wife was caught between the children and me. Dysfunction junction!
Last year I became involved in Celebrate Recovery, both as a leader and a participant. I saw all kinds of people with hurts, hang-ups and habits, but most of all I saw me – a Christian who had never faced my own hurts and hang-ups. John Baker, the founder of Celebrate Recovery says, “Truth, like surgery may hurt for a while, but it cures.” God never wastes a hurt and I’m beginning to see that all my pain and heartache that is surrendered to the Lord is being used to help other people. I’m a retired school teacher, but for the first time I’m involved in people’s lives so deeply that life changes are taking place – in me and them. I’m claiming Gods promise in Jeremiah 30:17, “I will give back your health again and heal your wounds.”
I have taken Isaiah 61:1 as my outreach verse. “The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is upon me because the Lord has appointed me to bring good news to the poor. He has sent me to comfort the broken hearted and announce that captives will be released and prisoners will be freed.”
I’m gaining through losing. H.J.
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