When I was an atheist, two psychologists helped me navigate and cope with a series of life events that crushed me. But they never healed me.
To say that I was hanging by a thread would be an understatement. And although I have a lot of appreciation for deeply humane and loving psychologists like the ones who helped me, there’s only so much they can do.
I couldn’t imagine myself going one week without therapy. At that point I felt emotionally crippled. My life was a full-time burden.
That’s when I did the unimaginable. One night I surrendered and asked God for help. Being an atheist, I had no idea what I was doing. But I had a crushed, humble heart as I called him. And God listened.
God healed overnight what two different psychologists couldn’t heal in years.
For the first time in my life I knew that there was one who loved me just the way I always wanted to be loved. And his divine love set me free.
God’s love worked in me to forgive others who had been the root cause of a lot of emotional turmoil in my life. And he also taught me to forgive myself.
Without God’s love, I could never have healed.
It is his divine and eternal love in me that makes it possible to forgive everyone and the world everyday, regardless of merit. And heal.