Because I healed more in one day than I healed over all the therapy sessions I’d been to . . . combined. I hope my therapists don’t take this the wrong way, because I love them so much. They sat across from me and they listened, but really, they gave me what I really needed, which was love. Healing is love, pure and simple, and when someone takes care of us, in one way or another, they’re extending God’s love to us. But no one can love me like God can. I realized this when I laid on my side and cried to Abba to please come and help me. And He did. He was just waiting for me to ask Him, and to really believe He’d come. I wish I could describe to you how it felt having Him there. It was unlike any sort of love I’ve ever felt, except it was just like love, just a hundred times more concentrated. It was directed within, like one of those magic lasers in Star Trek, and a few minutes really of His love shining on my soul was all I needed. That’s how powerful His love is. © 2014 The Unlikely Prophet, E.L. Farris
Posted on: Thu, 23 Jan 2014 00:38:06 +0000