“Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Isaiah 40:31
Through the past 10 years I have had little hope. The process of facing my past has left my hope dried up like the desert. It has been a long road, and the road ahead shows no end in sight.
Last week, I realized I rarely prayed for my trauma recovery. I’ve prayed for God’s help, and for my sessions with my therapist, but I’d never really prayed for my recovery. So, last week I prayed.
At my session on Monday, my therapist told me he attended a training over the weekend about a new technique. He described it to me and told me he wanted to start using it along with the other two methods we use to work through my trauma.
I was very leery. I had no hope this would help. I have been working with this therapist for eight and half years and I am better, and not ending up the hospital anymore, but I have a long way to go.
As we did the preparation for this new method I struggled with the parts I needed to come up with to start the process. I felt hopeless. Yet, I continued to pray for my recovery.
Then, today, the time came to put actions with words. We tried this new method. I was extremely anxious before we started and had no idea if it would help. However, I decided if I didn’t try then I was giving up.
So, we dove in. When we finished with the session for today I felt a peace which a have never experienced. I have always felt anxiety within me. Yet, when we completed what we did today, I was relaxed, and for the first time, I had hope.
Hope. A simple, but powerful word. “Grounds for believing that something good may happen.” I could now believe I will get better. Hope.
My therapist has always told me I will make it through this dark time. Today he reminded me of this, and for the first time I believed him.
Inside me, hope soared.
Thank you for providing me with hope You will see me through recovery. I pray You continue to bless this journey and give my therapist the knowledge to help me. Thank You for hope.
Each of our journeys is unique. What do you hope for? Write down today’s verse and place it in a prominent place in your home as encouragement to you.
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