I am a wounded soldier. It is not I but Christ that lives in me that
cries out my pain and waters me with peace. The cry in my heart has
never permanently gone away and yet God has placed in me a new heart. He promises me if I trust in Him and
acknowledge Him, He will make my path straight. God still uses even the weakest of the weakest. The weaklings like me.
My hurt, my pain, my loneliness...which are only to be a useful tool
for the healing of others. I have no regrets for having been brought up as a TCK. I am being shaped to
become a more humble person to acknowledge the pain of others and to share
their joy and sorrow.
And...I tell myself that God has always been there. It does not matter
that I don't feel his presence; He has always been watching over me
and tearing up for my guilt and shame, for God is a wounded Healer. He
is love. -babymiyon
The Wounded Healer (Artwork by Coral Hull, 1991)
Daniel (the sad mystic or the wounded healer) wandering through The
Whispering Forest. The Foreign Lands represent the unconscious mind and
the whispering the many inner dialogues of the unconscious selves.