Locked away.............no more!

A few years ago a very good friend of my stepped off into the dark.
She knew the truth and had walked with me in it.
But one day the things that she had held at bay--swallowed her whole. I knew that she was dealing with these issues the best she could--but she could not seem to give them to God and get beyond them.
What I thought would be a little while walking in the dark--- became years.
I hurt for her. I was angry with her. I missed her.

I wrote this for her.

Into The Light

When we say hello there's no greeting with arms
No touching of cheeks
There's no bonding in depth
For the Spirit is weak
- - - -
Alone behind bars
Locked away by the past
Unable to free yourself
From regrets and satans traps
- - - -
Your jailer is tenacious
His goal to impose
The most horrendous restrictions
No lone human could appose
- - - -
For the key to your cell
Look into the Light
It holds the key to free passage
Please look out of the dark
And into the Light
- - - -
Come walk with me into the light
He'll plant roses and vines
round those bars in your life
He'll turn your dungeon of death
Into His garden of Light


During those years my friend was locked away--I fought for her. Time was spent in prayer and fasting. Many times I felt as if my heart was being crushed-so weighed down by the life she was living. Then one day God told me to stop speaking to her.
He had told me this many times before I finally listened.
You see her hurt had turned to bitterness and then deep rebellion.
Her heart was so hard. I was the only soft spot left in her life.
God needed to bring her to the end of her self.
Why am I sharing this with you?
Because some comment reading this weekend brought this event in my life to mind.
This weekend my heart was crushed as I read the things women were writing on the latest posts by Beth Moore. She asked women to anonymously tell her the things that kept them bound.
Yes, I posted something. And as I read the responses of my sisters--
my heart wept for them.
These are the same women I blog with--go to church with. They are the body.
And the body is broken and hurting.
When emotional pain is not put in the hands of our healer--it turns to anger.
And anger not dissolved my the tender mercies of our Father---- turns to depression.

Several months ago my friend came back to God. :)
God knew that I would need her to help me through a very black time in my life.
We need each other. We can help each other. But there has got to be some honesty.
Some willingness to share where we really are in life.
God has given us a great place here. We can share who we are and what we are going through with women who will pray for us. Who will love us right where we are.
NONE of us have been through anything new under the sun. I know that you may not be able to share the nitty gritty on your blog because of certain people in your life that may read. But find a woman who you feel safe with and let her love you. Let her share the love of God with you.

God needs a healthy body. God wants to make you healthy.
If you are hurting--I am sorry.
I will pray--I will love-----I promise.