I’m having an internal struggle this morning making myself write this. I feel like God is asking me to, but I have to admit, this one I don’t want to. But I have learned, when God asks you to do something, it’s for a reason. So I hope the bearing of my hurt will help heal the one who needs to read this.
Years ago, before Braxton, I was in an abusive marriage. Now the physical abuse came at the very end and was very minimal in comparison to what others have suffered, to the point that I hardly ever mention the physical abuse. My ex was the king of emotional abuse. The kind of abuse that doesn’t leave physical scars. The kind of abuse that you can’t prove in a court of law but still suffer from for years afterward, and it makes you question everyone and their intentions. (Braxton gets an extra star in his crown for not only marrying a woman who was recovering from that abuse but also stepping up as a dad to a son who was a victim of it as well.)
I will say, I am much better now than I was when Braxton and I first got married. Whenever we would have a disagreement, and my feelings would get hurt, my mind would start reeling, and my guard would go up; my emotions would take over, fight or flight would kick in, and anxiety would rise. Braxton could see it on my face and asked me what was wrong. I had to take time to process. Was my response a response to Braxton or to my past? I had to assign the hurt to the right place and to the right “villain.” 9/10, it was assigned to my past, not my present.
I would tell Braxton that “my demons” were talking to me. He would ask what they were saying, and then he would tell me the truth.
I have spent many years battling these “demons,” these thoughts that tear me down, these feelings of insignificance, and so much hurt and damage to myself. But God has heard my cries. He has healed me and is still healing me. He uses my precious husband to speak into my heart to heal the past. He uses friendships to speak life into my soul. He uses my children to speak love to me. He uses my writing to process my thoughts.
In Mark 1:32-34, it says, “That evening, after sunset, many sick and demon-possessed people were brought to Jesus. The whole town gathered at the door to watch. So Jesus healed many people who were sick with various diseases, and he cast out many demons. But because the demons knew who he was, he did not allow them to speak.”
I realize that the demons that Jesus cast out were and are very different from my demons. My demons are thoughts and reminders of past pain. Insecurities. Feelings of minimal self-worth. Feelings of “I am not enough.” But God can cast out those demons. He can and does heal those emotional hurts.
He is our Yahweh Ropheka, so when we call on him to heal those pains, those memories, those thoughts, He steps up and replaces those lies with truth. He reminds me of my value. He reminds me that I am loved. That I am worthy of love. That I am liked by others and that it’s ok to have friends and relationships with people. For every lie that I was taught to believe, God can and will combat it with truth.
Now, if you have never been a victim of emotional abuse, then you may not understand the weight that this type of abuse carries. You may not understand the constant state of questioning every person and every word that comes out of their mouth. And for that, I am thankful that you don’t, because there is no way I would wish it on anyone.
I do not write any of this for anyone to come to me and praise me in any way to “make me feel better” or feel sorry for me in any way. Please, please, please don’t do that. We all have our own burdens to carry, and everyone’s path is different. Your hurt is different than my hurt. And that’s ok. It’s how we respond to it and use it to glorify God. I am being vulnerable because I want you to see God. Fifteen years ago, I would not have had the power or the ability to write these words. But God stepped in, he heard my cries, and he pulled me up out of a very deep and dark pit. I am writing this for you today because of God and God alone. I praise God loudly because my scars run deep. I lift my hands in worship because I was the one that needed a hand to get up.
Psalm 103:3 says, “He forgives all my sins and heals all my diseases.”
Some diseases aren’t physical but mental. Anxieties can be debilitating, emotions can be abused, and the mind can be diseased to cause personality disorders and mental sicknesses. All CAN be healed by God; He has that kind of power. I can’t answer as to why some are healed, and some aren’t. I am not God. I don’t understand why he does what he does and when he does. I am thankful I do not have that kind of responsibility.
But God heals. Sometimes healing is immediate; sometimes it takes years. I am still healing. I still have a few wounds that I find from time to time when something triggers me, but I am not triggered as often as I was nine years ago. I owe that all to God and my wonderful husband, who God used and uses to find the wounded areas and cover them with love.
A couple of weeks ago, I talked about Elijah, who was running for his life, and in his despair, he was ready to give up and die. God gave him a tree to rest under, told him to lie down and take a nap, and gave him food. After that, he was ready to move on. Sometimes we just need a break; we need a snack, and then we can take the next step.
Jonah, running from God, had men throw him into the sea because he was overcome with guilt and distress. God sent a fish to swallow him and hold him in time-out until he could get over himself and do what God was asking him to do. Sometimes we need to sit in time-out, apart from everyone and everything, and have some time to process; then we can be spit back out to face the trials that we face.
If you just read through the book of Psalms, you will see David’s struggles with anxiety and distress. You can, subsequently, see his praising of God in overcoming those anxieties. But they were recurring. Sometimes anxieties come over and over again, and it is a constant surrendering to God.
Now, I am not discounting those who struggle with deep anxieties and fears or other mental struggles that we can’t just overcome easily. None of this is easy, and there are burdens that some bear that the rest of us do not understand. If you are one of these, please do not think that I am making light of what you are going through. I’m not. I am praying for you and asking Yahweh Ropheka for the healing that only he can provide.
What I know is that Yahweh Ropheka heals.
Sometimes healing is instant, sometimes it’s a process, and sometimes it’s in layers. Sometimes we are healed by a removal or moving; sometimes we just have to walk through it. Rest assured, our God is not tired of hearing you cry out to him in need of his healing. He knows your traumas, your hurts, your pains, your anxieties, your depression, and your worries, and he still loves you, and he wants you to continue to bring it all to him so that he can heal you.
If your “demons” are talking to you today, introduce them to Jesus. Demons can’t speak when Jesus is in the room. Speak HIS truth over your mind, your thoughts, worries, and concerns. Give it to our Yahweh Ropheka. Your scars, like mine, may run deep, but His mercy runs deeper, and His healing is more complete.
Give it all to Yahweh Ropheka. Seek his face, seek his love, seek his healing power.
I pray you have a great day with Jesus.

