Healing doesn’t happen overnight, and it’s not something that arrives with fireworks. It sneaks up on you—kind of like when you misplace your keys, only to realize they’ve been in your hand the whole time. It’s a destination you reach over time. At some point, I wasn’t even thinking about the journey, and then—bam!—I was there. Healed. Walking in forgiveness, freedom, and all those other things that make you feel like a functioning adult. Joy, patience, humility… you get the picture. But healing isn’t this big emotional experience. It’s the lack of emotion—the absence of bitterness, anger, and that soul-sucking sorrow. You know, the kind that used to park rent-free in your heart like it owned the place. It's like realizing you no longer care about that old wound. Not in a “frankly my dear, I don’t give a darn” kind of way (though it can feel like that), but more like, "Huh, I’m no longer chained to that pain. Praise God for peace!" Healing happens when you catch yourself...
The New Adventures of the Growing Abbott Family