Slipping, Struggling, and Still Becoming
When I first began facing the wounds I had carried for years, I thought healing would feel smooth; a steady climb upward until I reached freedom. What I’ve learned instead is that healing often feels like stumbling through uneven ground: progress one day, setbacks the next. Some days I’ve felt whole and strong, other days I’ve felt fragile, raw, and even slipped back into old ways of thinking and being. For a while, I saw this as failure. But slowly, God began teaching me: healing is rarely neat, but it is always holy. The Messy Middle It can be disorienting when one moment you’re worshiping with joy, and the next, you’re undone by a memory you thought you’d outgrown or slipping into depression from the frustration of the journey and the weight of what I'm processing and learning. The messiness doesn’t mean you’re weak. It means your heart is being retrained. Healing asks us to face layer after layer, and that rarely happens in a straight line. What steadies me in the messy mi...