I’m never sure how God gets His thoughts into a mind so wounded, but He does.
Once I surrendered to His way, the path was short and dramatic. A Christian counselor who knew me right away. Recognized the locked basement in my soul. Was gentle and patient to teach me my identity in Christ…that I was “holy, blameless, perfect, in love elect” by scriptural Truth. Instead of the hopeless rejected loser I thought I was.
Whispered to me that I was safe. Raised me all over again “in the nurture and admonition of the Lord,” like scripture says and Life had not provided until that point.
He took her by the hand and said to her, “Talitha koum!” (which means “Little girl, I say to you, get up!”). Mark 5:40-42
Little girl, get up.
Little girl, come to me.
That verse sang to me when I first saw it.
Jesus spoke His word to the little girl, Jairus’ daughter, and she came back to life. She was dead and He spoke her back to life. She got up and walked around, the Bible says.
“Speak to me,” I told Him two thousand years later.
“I am dead.” And I very nearly was.
And He did. Through the Bible I devoured, through the prayers of the children He gave me, through the counsel of a Godly man, the preaching, the singing. And through His Spirit into mine, consolations in the night.
And I got up. And began to walk. Faltering baby steps.