Sunday’s, oh how they sneak up on me and then- BAM! I’m an emotional mess. Well, this Sunday was no different, but it sort of was, at the same time. I didn’t sleep well, no surprise, but I also had another headache. When I got up to take my migraine meds, I heard this voice from inside say, “Please, don’t take that medicine! I promise, it’s not a migraine.”
That felt so weird, since this part of me rarely communicates with me, but it was loud and clear that morning. I took some Excedrin, decided to lay back down and let it run it’s course. A few minutes later, I’m feeling this odd sensation to get up and work on my BSF lesson. At this point, I realize that Kat (17) is communicating with me, and I want to acknowledge her. We head out to the kitchen, get some coffee, slice up a grapefruit, I prayed out loud, we begin to read scripture and answer questions.
As I am reading verses I’ve read before and am familiar with, I notice I’m reading out loud and asking myself questions. It feels like when I was 21, and a new Christian. I had so many questions about the bible. Was this stuff really true? Is it really this easy? Does God really forgive ALL my sins, for real??
All this was familiar and I knew she was asking me these questions. This process of healing, finding freedom, and ongoing integration with my Dissociative Identity Disorder, has always been my goal. What I wasn’t planning on was this journey of making sure the parts of me knew Jesus. Not to simply learn about Him, but to experience the relationship, love, forgiveness, and salvation He offers. I know some of you are thinking, “Man, this chick is messed up!” Maybe so, but I want to make sure, when the time is right, that all the precious parts of me know and believe in Jesus. I have no better gift to share with them, other than letting each one share their stories, be believed, and help them through their individual trauma and abuse. Jesus doesn’t just love me-Host. He loves every part of me. And He wants us to be healed!!
I know some may have another meaning for these particular verses in 1 Corinthians, but for me, it speaks not only about the church body, but my personal body too.
1 Corinthians 12:14-26 (NLT)
Yes, the body has many different parts, not just one part. If the foot says, “I am not a part of the body because I am not a hand,” that does not make it any less a part of the body. And if the ear says, “I am not part of the body because I am not an eye,” would that make it any less a part of the body? If the whole body were an eye, how would you hear? Or if your whole body were an ear, how would you smell anything?
But our bodies have many parts, and God has put each part just where he wants it. How strange a body would be if it had only one part! Yes, there are many parts, but only one body. The eye can never say to the hand, “I don’t need you.” The head can’t say to the feet, “I don’t need you.”
In fact, some parts of the body that seem weakest and least important are actually the most necessary. And the parts we regard as less honorable are those we clothe with the greatest care. So we carefully protect those parts that should not be seen, while the more honorable parts do not require this special care. So God has put the body together such that extra honor and care are given to those parts that have less dignity. This makes for harmony among the members, so that all the members care for each other. If one part suffers, all the parts suffer with it, and if one part is honored, all the parts are glad.
I am grateful to be involved in my healing, taking the steps to trust God, my therapist, and myself. It isn’t easy, most days, I want to quit. I hate feeling this way, it hurts too badly, and I want things (people) I can never have. God knows my suffering, He will not allow more than I can take-without Him!