Skin Deep Healing: Hidden Hurt to Wide Open Spaces-Pt. 4

One Afternoon on My Kitchen Floor

A few weeks ago, someone mentioned speaking at churches, and suddenly I was on my kitchen floor crying with the realization: I believe my audience hates me (the church), and because of that, I hate my own audience due to unforgiveness I thought I still carried.

But what I learned was that this was a lie I’d been believing…yet again, I’m getting ahead.

God Always Comes Through at Exactly the Right Time

It might not always look like it, but I believe the above statement with my whole heart. God wanted me to know I had forgiven.

First, as I sat with him and said, “It would be nice if the offenders asked for forgiveness,” I saw a vision: the offenders approaching, then Jesus stepping in front and saying, “I am sorry—isn’t what I did enough?” Oof…of course it is.

This reminds me of the story in Day Three of Time to Really Live Free, where I wanted to ask forgiveness from people I’d tried to be the Holy Spirit to, telling them they must forgive or they wouldn’t be forgiven, and the Lord said, “I’ve got this.”  He wanted me to believe what he did was enough.

Next God gave me a dream to show to confirm I’d forgiven: the main offender was dead and the others left my house. (The person isn’t actually dead, but it dream language, it spoke volumes.)

So, now I understood I had forgiven.  But what about my armpits, Lord???