I have traveled to hell and back, and my God accompanied me there - reaching out for my hand, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. It was only when I had no where else to turn, all my maps had been lost, all my bridges burned did I humbly turn around to take His hand and have Him lead me home.
I got myself lost and then I let myself be found. I am in recovery from abuse, depression, self mutilation, brokenness, and addiction. Despite every downfall, and every wrong turn I came to find myself traveling on a road where I am loved, I am forgiven, I am accepted & I am redeemed.
I don’t regret where I’ve been, and I wouldn’t change a thing about my journey. I have an important job to do and my life experience has given me the toolbox to complete it.
”How are you supposed to lead someone out of their hell when you haven’t even learned how to walk through the fire?” © Liza Loo
Let’s compare our road to recovery maps and scars;
Together, our scars could inspire the wounded
while our maps rescue the wandering.
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