The Narrow Way

Therapy has been a sacred classroom… one where Jesus sits with me, where I am gently unlearning the lies I believed and replacing them with truth.

It’s where I’ve discovered that feeling isn’t failure.

Jesus wept.

He grieved.

He felt sorrow so heavy that He sweat blood.

And if the Son of God could feel deeply and still be holy, then I don’t have to hide my emotions to be faithful.

Emotions aren’t weakness… they’re a window into what needs healing.

I used to think loving people meant saying yes to everything.

But therapy has shown me that boundaries aren’t rebellion, they’re protection.

Even Jesus withdrew from the crowds.

Even He said no.

He didn’t heal every person, answer every demand, or stay where He wasn’t received.

He honored the limits of His calling.

And I’m learning to do the same.

Healing, I’m discovering, isn’t this one-time event, it’s a process.

One layer at a time.

And the beautiful truth is that God is patient with my process.

He’s not rushing me.

He’s walking with me, the same way He walks with every person He’s ever redeemed.

He who began a good work in me will carry it through to completion, therapy is just one of the ways He’s doing it.

I used to be afraid to ask for help, afraid it meant I didn’t trust God enough.

But Scripture tells a different story.

Proverbs says there is safety in a multitude of counselors.

God has always used people to help bring healing, therapists, pastors, friends.

Therapy isn’t a substitute for faith; it’s one of the ways my faith is becoming stronger and more rooted in truth.

One of the hardest truths therapy has taught me is that forgiveness is for me, not because they are sorry, not because they changed… but because Jesus freed me.

I don’t have to carry this into my future.

I can lay it down, even if they never acknowledge it.

Forgiveness doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

It just means I’ve decided to stop letting the wound bleed into the rest of my life.

And maybe the most important thing I’ve learned is this: I am not what happened to me.

I am not the shame I carried, the silence I endured, or the lies I was told.

I am who God says I am… chosen, redeemed, healed, and still healing.

My voice matters.

My story matters.

And in speaking it out loud, I am reclaiming what was taken.

Because we overcome by the blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimony.

Therapy is teaching me how to walk lighter, speak truth, and embrace peace… not because everything is fixed, but because Jesus is in it with me.

And that’s more than enough.