Yesterday, I visited a church and sat through a service for the first time in over a year.
I sat in the very last row, alone.
No tears, no panic attack, no trauma response.
No running out of the service in fear.
Healing. Progress.
My trust level of churches and pastors is still at an all time low, but I’m taking baby steps.
I’m well aware of Matthew 18, and forgiveness, and the imperfection of people, and all of that. But sometimes those are used as excuses to avoid accountability.
The truth is still the truth. And some people’s truth is traumatic. It may be deeper and more painful than you even know.
I try to be really transparent with you all and the reason for that is because I know people are hurting. Deeply. Painfully. It’s not just me.
And right now, I speak for them as well as myself.❤
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