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Healing Hurts that Sabotage the Soul<br />

by Curt Grayson and <strong>Jan</strong> <strong>Johnson</strong><br />

Chapter 2: PILGRIMS' PROGRESS<br />

As God's flashlight moves around the rooms of our lives and we begin to examine the<br />

obscure corners and deep closets, we find fellow travelers who are willing to walk with us. It's<br />

such a relief to find other people who, although they appear to be content and self-sufficient,<br />

have actually worked hard inside to do what they think it takes to please God and make<br />

themselves happy. Hearing them tell about how they are finding a more authentic relationship<br />

with God and others becomes part of God's flashlight so that we can see our own healing path<br />

more clearly. Here are stories from three of these pilgrims on this journey.<br />

SUSANNA'S JOURNEY<br />

As my friend and I sat on her bed and she talked in the dimming twilight about the love, joy<br />

and peace that accepting Christ would bring, I knew I wanted it. On top of that, I would receive<br />

eternal life.<br />

How could she know -- she couldn't -- that I had planned to commit suicide the night before?<br />

If I had gone through with it, she and everybody else would have wondered how a Most Likely<br />

to Succeed award recipient and homecoming queen nominee could take her life?<br />

As she talked about how we don't deserve God's love, I agreed. We prayed together, and I<br />

accepted Christ. Then I fell on her bed and cried for a long time.<br />

A few months later, I fell on my own bed and cried. All my old feelings of chaos and anger<br />

reared their heads. I felt empty and alone again. Was I really saved? I wondered. Maybe I<br />

should go forward at youth meeting again. I did, but it didn't rekindle those early feelings. That<br />

could mean only one thing -- I had disappointed God or angered Him. Maybe I wasn't good<br />

enough to be His child.<br />

But, from my experiences at home, I knew how to make people love me. I would make<br />

God love me. I would be good, work hard, and help anyone I could.<br />

Taking care of people had always filled my emptiness. When my mother divorced my<br />

father and threw him out of the house, I visited him every day at his apartment where I would<br />

find him drunk. Many times he didn't have food, so I sneaked food out of our house to him.<br />

Later, when I became a missionary, I thought, Wouldn't God be pleased with my sacrifice?<br />

How could He not love me for this? Working in an orphanage in Kenya filled the emptiness, but<br />

whenever I saw a lonely and hurting child, I would see myself as a child and start to cry. My<br />

well-meaning Christian friends urged me, "Pray harder, read the Bible more and trust God to<br />

meet all your needs." I did these things, but I felt worse. I was afraid to tell my friends their<br />

solutions didn't work because they would think I wasn't spiritual.

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