Written by Tina Kramer
Memory 1996
Walking into the basement of the church, I see a young man hanging things on the wall. His air of confidence and take- charge personality convince me that he must be one of the staff.
“Anyone interested in seeing the statue of liberty? Come and follow me!” he announces to the crowd of students.
I join the group, and we begin our adventure into the streets of Brooklyn. Friendly conversations flow between the new acquaintances as we navigate the busy city streets.
At last we reach the end of the pavement and gaze into the foggy bay. Our fearless guide gestures into the hazy horizon as he declares:
“It’s over there.”
I look out into the mist and see nothing but gray clouds. I return my gaze to our tour guide. With a smile, he points into the fog and again declares,
“It’s over there. Trust me!”
Our tour guide has been with me ever since.
A year later I married my tour guide, and our list of adventures into the great unknown continues. Recently, we have been wading through the murky waters of trauma therapy together.
In therapy this week we talked about the issue of trust.
In my blog I wrote about how hard it is for me to trust God, others, and myself.
In church, the first slide of Pastor Duane’s sermon said: “Why is trusting the Lord so hard?”
He asked this question:
“What journey is the Lord using in your life to influence your trust in Him to be unconditional?” Pastor Duane Miller
These kind of “Godwinks” rarely happened to me prior to my trauma therapy journey.
What is a Godwink?
“An event seemingly coincidental, but coming from divine origin. Always a sign of hope.” 1
When Sean and I first started trauma therapy, I wanted to be in control of the healing process. But I have come to realize that it is better to let God direct our sessions. What does that look like? It means we prayerfully enter our session time, listening for God’s leading through the conversation. It means that if I have a strong emotional response, we listen to what that emotion is trying to communicate.
Therapy is like gazing through the fog for the Statue of Liberty. I am trusting that although the therapeutic process sometimes appears murky, behind the cloudy unknown is Christ, our Wonderful Counselor, holding out His torch of truth for me.
“Your word is a lamp for my feet, a light on my path.” (Psalm 119:105 NIV)
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