The Narrow Way

Psalm 147:3 — “He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.”

I want to talk to the ones who’ve been quietly surviving.

The ones who’ve been smiling in public but breaking in private.

The ones who’ve carried pain that wasn’t just deep… it was denied.

The ones who were hurt, dismissed, lied about, and left without even the dignity of acknowledgment.

This message is for you.

Because it’s for me, too.

I’ve been walking through therapy.

Still sitting with the wounds, still learning to breathe through the weight of things I didn’t ask for.

Still healing.

And one of the hardest, most powerful things Jesus has been teaching me in this season is this:

Healing doesn’t always come wrapped in an apology.
Sometimes it comes in silence.
Sometimes it comes without closure.
Sometimes it comes without the people who hurt you ever telling the truth.

I never wanted revenge.

I wasn’t praying they’d suffer.

I didn’t want to see their downfall.

I wasn’t asking for a spotlight or a stage.

I just wanted the truth.
I just wanted someone to say, “You’re right. That happened.

And it wasn’t okay.”

But that acknowledgment never came.

And for a long time, I thought maybe I couldn’t be free until it did.

I thought maybe I had to wait at the gates of their confession in order to move forward.

But Jesus met me there, in the middle of my waiting, my weeping, my wrestling, and He said something that changed everything:

“You don’t need them to set you free. That’s My job.”

I need you to hear this: you are not bound by their silence.
You are not chained to their denial.
You are not stuck because they refuse to be honest.
Your healing is not in their hands, it’s in His.

And when I realized that, the chains started falling off.

See, God is not waiting for your abusers to apologize before He begins your restoration.
He’s not standing by hoping someone finally tells the truth.
He is the truth.
He was there when it happened.
He saw what they did.
He heard what they said.
He noticed what everyone else ignored.
And He still calls you His.

In therapy, I’ve learned how much I’ve been carrying that wasn’t mine to hold.

The weight of wondering if anyone would ever say, “I believe you.”

The heaviness of protecting people who never protected me.

The burden of keeping quiet while others rewrote the story to make themselves comfortable.

But I don’t carry that anymore.
Because Jesus does.

He binds up the wounds that no one else even wants to look at.

He affirms what this world tries to erase.

And while people are busy pretending it never happened, Jesus is in the business of redeeming what they tried to bury.

So no… I don’t need revenge.
I don’t need retribution.
I need resurrection.
And that’s exactly what Jesus gives.

He resurrected my voice.
He resurrected my hope.
He resurrected the parts of me that died in the silence.

And now, I’m learning to walk again, not waiting on a confession that may never come, but walking in the freedom of knowing that my Savior already acknowledged me.
He validated me.
He vindicated me.
He wiped my tears.
He heard my cries.
He never told me to “get over it”… He simply said, “Give it to Me.”

And so I am.

Every day in therapy, every whispered prayer, every hard moment where I fight the urge to explain myself to people who still don’t get it, I’m learning to lay it down.

Because I don’t need their acknowledgment to be whole.
I don’t need their confession to move forward.
I’ve got Jesus. And that’s more than enough.

So if you’re here today and you’re still waiting for someone to say, “I’m sorry”… let me tell you what Jesus told me:

“I saw. I know. I’m here. And I’m healing you anyway.”

Isaiah 61:7 — “Instead of your shame, you will receive a double portion, and instead of disgrace, you will rejoice in your inheritance.”

You don’t need revenge.

You don’t even need recognition.
You need Jesus.

And He’s already moving.
He’s already restoring.
And He’s already calling you free.