“But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.” – Isaiah 53:5 KJV
35 Years Living…Healed.
6 Surgeries Recovered…Healed.
3 Fractures Mended…Healed.
4 Years of Restoration…Healed.
1 Story of Me…Healed.
On the eve of my 35th birthday, I am cautiously elated. I take a deep sigh and breathe. At last! The climb from the bottom has been long, arduous, painful, and at times shameful. Suddenly, shame becomes self-pride. My test has become my testimony: I am HEALED! My mindset has shifted from victim to victor!
My swag is different. My boast and my confidence is in something greater. I move more gracefully. I proceed intentionally, forcefully and passionately. I am Healed!
Healed from sickness.
Healed from despair.
Healed from depression.
Healed from anxiety.
Healed from self-hatred.
Healed from self-loathing.
Yes, I boast in this HEALED thing.
Physically, Emotionally, Psychologically, Biologically, Genetically, Spiritual, Cognitively, Mentally, Absolutely, Positively…Healed.
That bragadocious, bold and audacious reclamation of my divine birthright: by his stripes type healed.
I tell my story boldly and courageously! Hoping that someone will know that God heals and restores. I wear many scars proudly. When I dress, I see many surgical wounds that are a testimony to God’s healing power.
This is not how the story ends. It’s actually, how it began–Healed.
Born June 6 @ 7:17 a.m. in a past perfect state of being. God has healed me. Baby, I was born that way! So glad that I have learned that along the way!
So when they ask how you’re doing. There is only one thing that you can say: HEALED!
Baby, I really was born that way!
