The first meeting of our new Helping Parents Heal chapter is in a couple of days. What will happen is completely unknown. Will anyone show up? How will it go? Doubts creep into my mind. “What was you thinking when you signed up for this? What makes you think you’re qualified to help anyone heal? Has it been enough time? Are you healed enough yourself to even get through it?”. Satan is whispering doubts into my ear and it’s time to put him in his place.
There will never be enough time for me to have healed. It’s not my job to heal anyone else. No I can’t heal anyone. I can help create the space where theie healing can take place. The goal is to give people hope. Hope that can become belief. Belief that can become faith. And faith that can become knowing. The intent is to show people the reality of the unreality of death, to help them realize death is not the end, merely a transition, one we all make in, in our time. And in the meantime, while we wait, we have work to do.
I’m not much of a detailed planner. I am a go with the flow kinda guy. I have a piece written by one of the leaders of HPH that I will kick off with. We will do introductions, tell our stories and see where Spirit leads us. If you’re reading this and you’re inclined to pray, please pray everyone who is meant to be there is there and gets what is meant for her to get.
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