After spiritual abuse, my mind wanted to be in church again.
But my body screamed that she didn't feel safe there.
But my body screamed that she didn't feel safe there.
As a disabled woman, I already knew that healing is not a matter of trying harder to believe.
As a trauma-informed therapist, I recognized that being inside the church was pushing my body and her safety right out the door.
As a trauma-informed therapist, I recognized that being inside the church was pushing my body and her safety right out the door.
So, for the first time in my life, I stopped going to church to give my mind + body a chance to become friends with God again.
Today, with whatever confusion + pain you feel around church, I hope you’ll give yourself space to explore a faith that doesn’t leave your body behind.
Today, with whatever confusion + pain you feel around church, I hope you’ll give yourself space to explore a faith that doesn’t leave your body behind.
There is worship in the wilderness.
There is healing for our wounds.
There is communion
given from hands
that do not crush us.
There is a Body that is bigger,
gentler, and more expansive
than can fit under a steeple.
Nothing can separate you from the love of God in Christ.
There is healing for our wounds.
There is communion
given from hands
that do not crush us.
There is a Body that is bigger,
gentler, and more expansive
than can fit under a steeple.
Nothing can separate you from the love of God in Christ.
So much more of this story + the healing that has come is in my new book, #TheLordIsMyCourage. If this resonated with you at all, I hope you’ll give yourself room to explore it more by joining The Fold. (It’s a free resource when you preorder the book.) bit.ly/thefoldTLiMC 
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