The Narrow Way

I’m in therapy.
Not because I’m weak.
Not because I don’t have faith.
But because I’ve lived through things that require both prayer and processing.
And right here, in the middle of the mess, in the middle of the remembering, in the middle of the healing… Jesus is teaching me.

He’s teaching me how to breathe again.
How to slow down and stop apologizing for needing rest.
How to sit in silence without shame.
How to speak the truth I spent years being afraid to say.

I’m in therapy, and I’m learning that I don’t have to pretend I’m okay to be held by a God who already knows I’m not.
Jesus isn’t waiting for me to “get it together.”

He’s sitting with me in the unraveling.
He’s not in the rush, He’s in the room.

He’s teaching me that love doesn’t have to hurt to be real.
That peace isn’t a performance, it’s a promise.
That my worth was never up for debate.

I used to think healing meant I’d be the same person again.
Now I know healing means I’ll never be that version again… and that’s a good thing.
Jesus is teaching me to become whole, not by going back, but by moving forward with Him.

There are days when I still cry in the car.
Days when I walk into therapy holding my breath.
But Jesus meets me there, every single time.
Not with condemnation… but with compassion.
Not with judgment… but with gentleness.
Not with distance… but with presence.

I’m in therapy.
And Jesus is in it with me.

He’s teaching me how to grieve, how to let go, how to forgive without needing the other person to ever say a word.
He’s teaching me that joy is allowed here.
That laughter doesn’t betray the pain… it breaks the grip of it.
He’s teaching me that I’m not too broken, too emotional, too complicated, or too late.

I’m not healed yet.
But I’m healing.
And that’s enough for today.