One day a friend sent me Proverbs 17:27, which says "A truly wise person uses few words". I think he must have thought I use a lot of words to say something that only required a few so I thought I would test out that theory. Someone made a comment so I replied with one or two words and they needed me to explain it so I decided it's okay to use words. :)
Along our pathway a tragic crime was committed in our family. My immediate thought was that I needed to get my children into counseling so when they are older it wouldn't be a problem. A counselor was assigned to us so we went. She claimed to be a Christian although "her job dictated that she couldn't, in reality, promote Christianity". My daughter loved her (as much as she would love any counseling) because she had access to her 24/7 ... not always a good thing. Several incidences occurred to cause me to know we needed a change. My search lead us to several different counselors ... not an easy task when my children balked at the idea of having to go any place to talk.
Our youth leader had mentioned that the counseling pastor at our church had offered to meet with me if I chose to. What!?!?! I needed help for my children. I was fine and would deal with things on my own. My main focus was on my kids because I had seen first hand what happens to adults when things aren't dealt with when they are younger.
Well, can you believe that handling things on my own found me in a bigger mess than I had started with? Pretty unbelieveable, right? I finally had no where to turn so I called and made the appointment. I had no idea what to say so as I waited in the lobby I texted my sister that same question "What do I even say?" My sister is so smart. Her reply, "Ummm, say hello." So I went with that.
I walked in, scared and vulnerable. He was so easy to talk to. Throughout my time of healing and working things out I know I must have used boxes of tissues. Don't be fooled, it was extremely hard...probably one of the most difficult things I have ever had to do ... but things that are the most difficult are usually those things that are so worth it. In this case, I have worked through it all and come out on the brighter side.
I still go in and see him although not as often as I did but this is the 'fun' time. One of my friends described her experience as "going to talk to one of my girlfriends". Lol, I think he's okay with that description. He never tells me what to do ... but together we discuss it and we always try to determine what God desires.
As I was leaving yesterday my daughter said, "Why do you even still go? It's been five years!" I hope one day she will understand that I enjoy going. There will be a time when I don't go ... I know he's busy and there are others who are in the place I once was and need it more than I do. For now, it still brings me renewed hope and clarity as I travel this pathway that is far brighter than it had been. I am so thankful for this opportunity and the "new and improved me". Could have God used another way to bring my healing? Perhaps...but I am glad this is where He lead me and that I didn't let fear continue to stop me from seeking help. It is unimaginable to me to think about if I had stayed the course I was on, trying to deal with things on my own, that I would be stuck in that pit when I could be enjoying a victorious life!
Beautiful Things
Until next time ... don't let fear stop you from getting help ... it can be life changing!
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