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"Wendy Redroad is our go-to girl on the topic of forgiveness. She shares a powerful journey intertwining healing and forgiveness for women who've suffered all manner of abuse. She is relatable, compassionate, and biblically sound in her approach as she takes women by the hand and gently walks them through their own journey to healing and freedom."

--Carrie Gurley [Executive Director] Valiant Hearts






I'm working on a non-fiction project called Bohemian Forgiveness: 5 Unconventional Paths to Forgiving What You'll Never Forget. 

I have a literary agent. And submissions to publishing houses are underway. Meanwhile, a graphic designer is creating a collateral design that will feature 25 excerpts. This is a sample!

I'll keep you posted as we progress!  

copyright 2018. Ame B. Design


Tuesday, July 29, 2014 10:39 AM

Is it Time to Heal?

Tuesday, July 29, 2014 10:39 AM
Tuesday, July 29, 2014 10:39 AM

[This blog is from my archives. I read over it this morning and decided to post it again. I marvel at how it applies to my life today--though within a different context. And I'm humbled at how God is the same yesterday, today, and forever. I can count on Him today as much (even more) than I did over a decade ago when I faced some pretty harsh wounds. I hope it blesses you.]

Once I summoned the courage to face a childhood riddled with sexual abuse the days morphed in to a desperate haze of pain and confusion. Mind you, the pain was nothing new. I hurt. Life hurt. Pain was familiar--an old friend, whom I loved and hated.

The confusion I experienced was another matter altogether. Was I ready to embrace a healing process that threatened how I managed to get from one day to the next? "Coping skills" may be nothing more than artificial light, but I'd come to depend on that light to navigate around the shadows of something I'd spent most of my life avoiding.   

But it was time. It was as if God had placed an alarm clock inside my heart and programmed it to alert me in 2001. Of course I did what most people do when alarm clocks go off. I hit the snooze button. I continued to hit the snooze button until my heavenly Father allowed life circumstances to supersede my outward ability to cope. He out-managed me!

I had a deep sensing that the very life I'd prayed for was about to leave me behind if I didn't get up and get going. So, I got up and got going. I contacted an organization that provided group therapy for survivors of child sexual abuse. I kept going, and attended weekly meetings. I complied with the counselor's instruction. I learned. I worked hard. I did everything I was asked to do, but I wasn't free. Something was missing. That something was the word of God AND words with God.

Without realizing it, I'd resorted to the management of my own healing. Yes, the steps I'd taken were positive, but apart from the word of God AND words with God, the counsel of man (or in this case, woman) could not heal me.

I searched my Bible and held tightly to verses such as Psalm 32:8: I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you and watch over you. Then I got busy telling God everything. I told Him what I'd learned in therapy. I told Him I still hated the way I felt most of the time. I told Him it wasn't fair and I didn't understand why healing proved to be such a long and difficult process. Didn't He think I'd already suffered enough?

I talked. He listened. I prayed. He listened. I confessed. I cried. He comforted. And taught me to listen. One day a new alarm went off inside my heart: I cared. I cared about me. I cared about Him. The healing I'd sought was not nearly as important as the time spent with my Healer. Christ was and is the prize. I remember thinking, if I don't heal, I have Him. No attack from the enemy can eclipse the Love and light in my heart. He rescued me from "coping." My heart was under new management.

I continued to seek healing from the effects of sexual abuse. I read Scripture daily. I memorized it; spoke it aloud throughout the day. When I couldn't sleep, I meditated on specific bible verses. There were nights when I slept with an open Bible across my chest. I struggle to explain how this works. I only know that somewhere along the way the counsel and instruction of God pierced the deepest pain in my heart and darkness scattered. The time it took was a blessing, not a curse. (The building of ones faith doesn't happen over night.) Bonus: Today I live freely from the effects of child sexual abuse.

Has an alarm gone off in your heart? How many times have you hit the snooze button? Perhaps it's time to face a painful past or walk through a current circumstance you purposely avoid. 

I encourage you today to get up and get moving. Do one thing different that doesn't require your "life management" skills. Choose a scripture that speaks to the deepest need in your life today. It'll either "jump off the page" when you're reading the Bible or resonate in your heart when you hear it.

You cannot go wrong talking to God. He's a great listener. The best. In fact, I'll go as far to say that His faithfulness to listen to me, fostered my faith in Him and enabled me to hear Him.

Prayer: God in heaven, thank You for internal alarms. It's time to heal. I invite You to instruct me and teach me in the way I should go. Help me to take refuge in Your counsel as You faithfully watch over me. And prompt me to be receptive to those you place in my path to help me along the way. In Jesus' name, Amen. 

What do you feel prompted to face today?

You are not alone,





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