There are times in this journey we call life where time seems to stand still and you come to a crossroad between victim and victor. It is in those moments where you’re faced with a choice.
- Remain in hiding.
- Tell the story to set others free.
On August 1st, I have been given an incredible opportunity to let my voice be heard as part of a panel to share my journey with Papa to about oh the entire women’s ministry.
Honestly it feels like the point of no return. And in a sense… it really is.
I feel like Bilbo Baggins except I’m not 50 years old.
Challenge: 20 minutes. Share your story of how Papa has healed you “From the Inside Out”.
(Wow!!! that’s a catchy theme! They should make a movie out of that…. Oh wait…never mind)
I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve had this opportunity… More like two fingers…. And as with so many breakthroughs, the enemy loves to defeat us before we ever get started.
Lies always come to make you hide.
- What if the story is too graphic?
- There are so many things “they don’t know”…
- What is going to happen if you get tongue tied and you freeze?
- What if you invite someone and they’re shocked by the story?
- You’re not writing, you’re actually speaking… not in hiding… but in the open…
I went through the day without even thinking and begin to feel horrible. I had frogs in my throat and it was just nasty. My hands were clammy and so were my toes. I pondered about it.
“Why the heck do I feel this way?” I felt nauseated.
And then it hit me….. Shame…
Shortly after it hit me, I heard a sweet whisper that spoke truth to me.
“What is it about your story that you feel you deserve to accept that shame in exchange for My love?”
See shame has a way of robbing you of your joy in exchange for a lie. Shame is not your identity. When you partner with it, you agree with a false identity of who you really are.
But the truth is….I KNOW who I am.
I have nothing to be ashamed of. Papa healed every wound. I am whole.
Some of those stages of healing is done in layers because Papa is patient and kind.
He’s such a good Father.
My Papa has always been there for me. He Never once abandoned me.
Papa brought me through a broken home.
My biological dad was Muslim who committed suicide when I was four years old.
My birth mom was a very broken girl that believed the lies of the enemy through her body.
I was born crippled.
I was placed in foster care, taking care of my sister when I was 12 years old.
Even then Papa never once left us.
In the depths of those dark nights, He was right there, holding us.
He heard every prayer as those tears fell down our cheeks.
I graduated with honors and held everyone at a distance because I was broken.
Papa drowned my every fear in His perfect Love.
I believed in Jesus at a young age but didn’t trust enough to know Papa’s love.
That was until Love broke down every wall to find me.
He used those broken things so that I could be free.
He let me feel His love through forgiveness.
And for the first time I could breathe.
And I will never be the same.
My name is Haley Taylor and I am the daughter of the Most High King.
And I won’t stop writing or speaking until those orphans, who are broken, is set free from the chains that bound me.