WORSHIP WEDNESDAYS: Everyone Needs a Little Jesus - The DV Walking Wounded:
God reveals himself in the most unexpected and awesome ways…I just had to share…
I’ve decided to start this segment every Wednesday to remind me of my spirituality, so I hope you all enjoy it!
I was born and raised in the Catholic Church, but due to distressing circumstances, I am simply and emphatically a Christian. A priest that I had consulted at my church (that my abusive Ex didn’t let me attend very often), due to him thinking he was God, didn’t steer me in a very good or comfortable direction. When I came to the priest and reported the abuse and the issues we were having, he told me to go back to my husband, make my issues known, pray about becoming the best wife I could be, and forgiveness would follow. I knew that would be a death sentence and a few days later, literally, it nearly was. I don’t hate the priest, I just felt burnt by the Catholic Church. So I worship in my own way. I know Heaven sees me, or my Faith dictates that I know this.
I’ve been struggling a lot lately with my health, my BF’s health, trying to sell the house I was abused in (and the triggered feelings and the Ex trying to thwart this sale), and trying to get my son in an apartment and on his way as an adult. I’ve been praying for guidance and to have my fears lessened, but was unsure if God or Jesus could hear me. Surely They did? I know they do things in their own time, so I try to be patient. I also know that God doesn’t give you more than you can truly handle, but I think He thinks I’m a “badass,” so I wish He’d let me rest a bit…*sigh*
Last night, my daughter and I were at the food pantry and one of the volunteers slipped something into my hand as we were checking out with our supplied food (praise Jesus).
Puzzled, I looked at him. “What’s this?”
I opened my hand to see a tiny, rubber, smiling Jesus. Oh, how darling! I thanked him, as I clutched it to my chest.
The older gentleman smiled, shrugged, and said, “Everyone could use a little Jesus. He loves you and He hears you. Be blessed!”
Tears stung my eyes. Our Lord was telling me through that man that He heard me!
And now I have a tiny precious passenger in my car…He IS the best listener!
Love and light and be blessed! <3
