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Writing held space for me to acknowledge and release. Community created space for me to be encouraged and encourage other women. Each word written was a breath of release. As you all share, know that I see your courage and you are not alone. Please take a moment to read a moment of release for me at a time when I felt very heavy:

  

            The journey is too long to travel. Having to pass roads that lead to reminders of when the pain started. I was so comfortable in pain that I feared happiness. Held hostage to the chair, my legs could not escape as gravity pulled me back from my standing position. “1,2,3, stand up; pulled back down. 1,2,3, come on, you can do it - just get up” was the internal speech I gave myself as my sister and her friend invited me to the prayer line. Apostle called for those that needed to be healed. I had no physical ailment, but my heart, mind, and spirit were wounded. I needed the burden something to alleviate my anguish and help me to become healthy again. As a kid, we played with going on the prayer line and having hands laid.

 

             At 19, I better understood what it could mean for me if I got up. As they repeated their request, I sat in my seat and battled myself. I vividly remember saying to God, “I can’t go up there. I can’t go up there. I can’t give it up. I know how to carry this pain. I know what to do with this pain. What will I do with joy? I won’t know how to carry that”. As I contemplated, my sister and her friend again asked me to come on the line; this time I accepted the invitation. When I reached the Apostle, he laid his hand on my head and as he prayed, I dropped to my knees, and it felt like a building was lifted from my shoulders. I cried, and cried, and cried some more. I remember being lifted from the ground and escorted to the next room where I continued to cry for what seemed like hours. When I stood up, I felt lighter. 

Our Healing Space is here to CREATE SPACE for healing.

An untold story can burden one’s heart, spirt, and mind. We want to HOLD SPACE for the sharing of your untold story.

We encourage each of you to TAKE SPACE to speak your untold story without shame or self-blame.