It is my pleasure to introduce you to my very first Guest Blogger, Karen Daly Cook. I met Karen through a friend and quickly fell in love with her passion to help the broken. Karen describes herself as a therapist-in-training but I guarantee you’ll get so much more than that when you visit her blog, The Couch.
It was a typical summer day and I was seven years old. Skinny, quiet and afraid…I knew what awaited me and yet I lacked the ability to control my own fate.
I was laying on my big four – poster bed. Through the open window I could hear kids playing outside and wished that I could join them, but that was not my decision to make and I knew better than to fight it.
I could feel the cool sheets under me as the breeze fluttered around me gently sweeping over my skin and through my hair.
I think it is this moment of tenderness and peace amidst the dread that stands out in my memory the most.
From my place on the bed, I watched the breeze blowing the curtains as if watching a TV show. The curtains floated with ease and grace as they danced with the wind creating intriguing shadows with the afternoon sun.
Warm summer winds filled my room with the sweet smell of freshly cut grass along with the lingering scent of fabric softener on my pillowcase.
These sweet aromas were a stark contrast to the putrid smell of sweat, hot breath and angry words.
As I lay there with veiled tears and body numbing pain, I would retreat to a place where no one could hurt me.
In my imagination I would fill my room from floor to ceiling, using up every molecule of empty space in my room. I would stack beds, dressers, desks, lamps, bookshelves, bicycles and anything I could think of to pack every conceivable pocket of vacant space in my room to keep the monster away from me.
This was the game I played in my mind to protect my heart and soul from the devastation that was being done to my body.
I felt broken, dirty, damaged, lost and ashamed.
As I attempted to fill the spaces in between, I was unaware that there was another force at work in my life and this force was God.
It would be many years before I would come to know God and begin a relationship with Him, but I see how He protected me, provided for me and prepared me for life in Christ.
As I look back at that part of my life, I see God’s fingerprints all over my life. It is not the life I would have chosen but knowing what I know today – I wouldn’t change a thing.
God has taken a fragile, broken and lost little girl and has redeemed and restored me to be a woman who loves Him deeply. God created in me a heart to know and love Him and to help others find wholeness, health and healing through relationship with Christ Jesus.
So friends, I hope that if you find yourself in a broken, shattered and fragile place, that you will seek the One who can redeem any circumstance or situation.
God can restore us heart and soul and bring us to a place of healing when we surrender our hearts to Him and allow the Lord to have His way with us.
I know it is difficult to trust after betrayal and hurt, and so does God. He gave His one and only Son, Jesus, as a sacrifice so that we could live in right relationship with Him.
He knows a thing or two about trust… will you trust Him with your heart today?
Grace & Peace ~ Karen