Sometimes we just need to be heard… There are times in life when being heard leads to being healed.
My heart had been a darkened room for so very long, but then you found the light switch.
God whispered, “You endured a lot. For that I am truly sorry, but grateful. I needed you to struggle to help so many. Through that process you would grow into who you have now become. Didn’t you know that I gave all my struggles to my favorite children? One only needs to look at the struggles given to your older brother Jesus to know how important you have been to me.
We don’t heal in isolation, but in community.
It’s funny, isn’t it,” Miss Woolf whispered in Ursula’s ear, “how much German music we listen to. Great beauty transcends all. Perhaps after the war it will heal all too.
Perhaps not everything happens for a reason. That is, until you make it so; because for everything there is a season, which can, in fact, become beautiful.
The ultimate relationship is within thyself, knowing that all other relationships are a projection or a reflection of our ability or inability to love.
Compassion is even more powerful than courage. Sure, with courage you can conquer a world – but only with compassion can you heal and build it.
It was painful to contemplate the distance between the future of accomplishment I’d imagined for myself twenty years earlier…it was painful to understand that the cushion of exceptionality invoked by the drug had made me oblivious to my inertia. And it was painful to have to define myself again, at an age when most people are happy in their own skins.
The sad part was that everything I said was true but I was going about the healing in entirely the wrong way. As I was to be taught later, you can’t heal the sick by force-feeding them with ideas they’re not ready to accept; you can’t cure people by the simple imposition of your will. It’s the power of the Holy Spirit that heals, not the power of a would-be wonder-worker trying to play God.