This post may seem odd to anyone who has never had any therapy for PTSD. I had 3+ years of it and this mornings devotional time had a moment of it reoccuring. I was journaling about some changes I’d like to have made in our counseling ministry I work with. I presently do the scheduling for all four of us who counsel and it has become more than I’m good at handling. I’ve never been a good secretary for myself as well as for anyone else. The burden of this has been a playground for Satan to try and use.
When I was in therapy I learned to use my non-dominate hand to give my young self voice. I’d put my pen in my right hand (I’m left-handed) and give him a chance to speak his questions and then I’d respond to them writing with my left hand. I did this exercise faithfully for well over a year. This allowed my young self to emotionally mature into myself of today.
As I journaled earlier I was prompted to put my pen in my right hand for there was another voice wanting to speak to me. It turned out to be the voice of my spirit. He was telling me that I didn’t need to listen to my mind ruled by my flesh. That mind had lots of conflicting voices. I needed to listen to my spirit. This is where God’s Spirit resides and He wants me free of my old voices so learn to listen first and foremost to my spirit where God’s Voice speaks. God wants our counseling ministry to complete His purpose for it. I just need to talk to the right people at church.
I know this likely sounds odd, but I needed to hear this today. God’s work is so AMAZING!