I woke up at 4:21 and it began, the script. Why it’s hard to ask for help and why I know. Clearly, it might be hard to share.
Clearly, I would.
Women who are homeless, it is hard for them to ask for help, I informed the audience of a hundred or so.
It’s a misconception, the whole handout mentality we’ve formulated for women who are homeless.
Told them I knew. Told them I say “your story is my story” to the women in our shelter and they may think what I mean is their story is mine for the sake of telling the whole world so I can ask for donations.
“But…” I added, “their story is my story because I’m the daughter of an alcoholic, a rape, and abuse victim and for a short time, a single mother.”
“So, I understand not feeling like I’m worthy of help or being ashamed to ask for help.”
Someone told me last week, “You have to bring light to these dark places if you want to be free.”
There’s no shame in abandoning the comforts of darkness, of uncovering hidden places of shame.
There’s freedom in throwing back the covers like morning light welcomed as new day.
There’s a man in the Bible laid flat and miserable by his plight. He’d been an invalid for 38 years. What a perfect but ugly word, invalid, yeah… maybe he thought, “I know there’s nothing valid about me, I’ll just lay here.
No one has ever cared enough to help me, and I’ve quit asking for help.”
Then Jesus walks by, says “Do you want to be healed?” John 4:6 ESV
The man answers that there’s no one to get him from his place of misery to the place of healing, plus, somebody else is always beating me to it.
Jesus said, “Get up, take your bed and walk.” And at once, he was healed. John 5:8 ESV
“Get up, Lisa, take your story with you.”
Later on, I talked with women who’d heard my words. Some gave hugs. I accepted them as love, not flattery or consolation.
There’s a difference.
A few were shocked by the disclosure. It mattered not, though, for I’d gotten up and taken my miserable self closer to the healing.
Brave healing, I dipped my feet in the pool of grace.
No regrets, no looking back towards the place where I’d been laying.
Closer to stronger walking.
Taking more steps.
Closer to telling for good.
What a busy week I’ve had. Still, I tucked Jennifer’s story away because her Anna made me think of my Analise and then, as the week unfolded, I began to think of healing, of healing through sharing. I’m glad that the Dr. who treated a precious child was brave enough to say he opened his hands to God to be used. Glad Jennifer opened her heart to share, glad she stirred my heart to move closer to strong. I’m linking up with Jennifer Dukes Lee and other talented women who are using their stories for good.
Visit her here: http://jenniferdukeslee.com/unexpected-grace-praying-doctor-end-rope/
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