Progress Not Perfection
“Praise The Lord.
How good it is to sing praises to our God,
how pleasant and fitting to praise Him!
The Lord builds up Jerusalem; he gathers the exiles of Israel. He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” Psalm 147: 1-3
I have just recently come to understand once again that verse three is about me. In the last 16 years I have been like Jerusalem, once a mighty and great city, but then battle ravaged and broken down. My mind, emotions, hopes and dreams scattered and exiled by the war, for my soul, that is the nightmare called PTSD. However, now The Lord is rebuilding me and I am regaining all that was thought lost forever. My mind is still a battlefield, but The Lord has sent reinforcements and day by day He is helping me to win the battles and move forward into a more abundant life in Christ.
Most of all He is healing my broken heart. Most of my relationships, that I thought were totally lost due to my words and actions during the hellish flashbacks are being restored. Some in full, some in part, but progress is most certain. Perhaps most of all Jesus is repairing how I judge and view myself. Because of all this I am truly experiencing His extremely wide grace and deep, deep love in a way I have never even imagined before. The person I am today, I dare to say, is even better than my pre-PTSD self. Because of my affliction I now know what true humility, love, mercy and grace really are, because I live in them each and every day that I breathe.
As far as Jesus binding up my wounds progress has been difficult because my wounds are internal and not obvious. Having been brutally abused sexually, emotionally, physically and verbally by my earthly father from ages four to eleven leaves very deep and damaging wounds on one’s soul. I certainly now have the utmost compassion for those suffering from any sort of depression or mental illness. Band aids, stitches, medication and braces all fall way short of addressing the wounds one suffers on the inside. Sure effective psychotherapy and an empathetic counselor helps some, but only The Great Counselor can truly address and begin to heal the wounds that lie within.
Today I am even able to embrace my affliction because it took me to places and people who were in desperate need of a touch from The Lord. In fact, I now look back at my psychiatric hospitalizations as missions trips. The fruit from these “trips” is undeniable. I have prayed with dozens of lost souls who now are no longer lost, but now found in Him.
Today I want to thank those who have loved and prayed me through this process of healing and restoration. Without you I could have never made it this far. So to friends, family, old loves and new love I say thank you! To those out there that still suffer I tell you that growth and healing are possible for you too. So please do not give up? “The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.” 2 Peter 3: 9
Love and …….
Kirk Out !
P.s. I have not had a PTSD “episode” in over 19 months now. I still have the occasional flashback, but nothing I can’t manage or work through with my Lord. Plus my medications have been cut back 60% over the last several months and I am feeling great. Thank Jesus for this wonderful progress!
P.s.s. PTSD is Post Traumatic Stress Disorder