Secondhand Trauma & Shalom
The desert contains so much beauty.
“And my people shall dwell in a habitation of peace and in secure dwellings and in the refreshing of rest.”
The other morning I struggled with an intense feeling of fear and of being trapped/needing to escape, realizing that I was sensing the heart cries of so many women here.
Last night, as I watched a film about the struggles of people in a country not far from here, I had a reaction in my spirit for which I was not prepared; it revealed to me that I am in the midst of experiencing a bit of secondhand trauma.
After living in this land for almost 1.5 years, I am realizing that I too am called to join the freedom cry of so many burdened and scarred from what they have seen and experienced. I get to move from my own brokenness to wholeness as I intercede as one with a people displaced, for a place of refuge, of shalom (wholeness), of rest.
Everything the enemy throws at us we can turn around and throw back at him to destroy the works of darkness. There is victory, there is rest.