Journey to the Eternal, First Edition, 2009
It has been almost ten years since I published the first edition of my poetry book, Journey to the Eternal.
A lot has happened in my life since then. I moved overseas and back again. I changed jobs multiple times. I came to terms with having depression and was healed, only to have it come back again. I dealt with an abusive relationship from my teenaged years. I finished and started new academic degrees. I made friends and said goodbyes.
Journey to the Eternal, Second Edition, 2018
I could go on, but you get the idea. Life is full of change. One thing that has remained the same is God, and the eternal hope I have through faith. That has carried me through the past ten years and will do so into the future.
In this edition, I have included more than 30 new poems. Like before, they contain a mixture of all sorts of things – hope, pain, confusion, sadness, joy, death, life and opportunity. My hope is that you are able to find some of the release and meaning I had in writing them.
Your fellow pilgrim,
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This is the seventh of seven posts in the Becoming a Wounded Healer: My Story Through Abuse series. All posts available here.
I am finally coming to the point where I am more comfortable talking about what happened. I want to use it as a source of healing for others. 2 Corinthians 1:3-5 (MSG) sticks out to me.
“All praise to the God and Father of our Master, Jesus the Messiah! Father of all mercy! God of all healing counsel! He comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us. We have plenty of hard times that come from following the Messiah, but no more so than the good times of his healing comfort – we get a full measure of that, too.”
As I wrote this series, I really wondered whether there is anyone else out there who has experienced something similar. I doubted, but statistically, it was likely. I have already had a number of people reach out to me with similar experiences in the past few weeks. I’m saddened by how common this is, but I also have hope that each of us can experience healing.
When I was five years old, I had my appendix taken out. I remember how painful it was at first. My activities were restricted. I couldn’t go swimming, which I loved. After some time, the butterfly closures were removed, and I could slowly go back to normal. I still had to be careful, and I often noticed the angry red mark staring at me. Months and years went by, and the scar faded. Now, I hardly remember it’s there. This experience gives me continued hope of what can happen on an emotional level with my past experiences, and those who have experienced similar things.
Going forward, I know I will face new situations that bring up old wounds in new ways. I also know that as I pursue healing and wholeness in Christ, the scars will fade. Maybe one day I will hardly notice it at all, and it will simply be a mark of the past. Whatever happens, I know that just as God has been faithful in the journey so far, God will continue to be faithful into the future. May you have the same hope in your journey.