The Promise

This is an extracted piece from my journal of an experience while on personal retreat for healing at my retreat room. This part is full of pain and rage yet there is a promise of love and healing.

In my retreat room alone with Mary Magdalene and Jesus, I faced the people who have caused my numbness.  I became the eleven years old girl again.  The child full of bruises and cuts both on my body and soul.   Believing I have great defenders with me, I attacked them, expressed all the feelings I have inside.   I am full of rage that I snatched the whip they used on me and whipped them back as hard as I can.   I whipped them also with the words I kept deep within me for a long time.   They died and they deserved it.

I was so exhausted that Jesus made me lie down on His lap.   Mary Magdalene touched me gently all over my arms, my body where there were bruises.   I looked at her and she was crying. Jesus was crying too.

Then Jesus said, "I promise you, you will be healed with My love!  Rest in Me and you are healed!"