Yesterday was a win that went straight to my soul.
I realized once again why I feel the way I do when I’m teaching adults how to heal that little child within — and how powerful it is to witness that our bodies truly can heal. From physical pain to psychological pain, God made us with a design that remembers how to come back home.
I worked with an older gentleman who has severe PTSD from the military, survived a stroke, and lives with major depressive disorder. He has had no movement in his left hand… but after our session, I watched him move his fingers.
He looked at me with this mix of shock and relief, like he wanted to cry but couldn’t because of his training. That part will come next. That release. That softening. That moment where the soul finally says, “You’re safe now.”
I am so blessed — truly blessed — to be a disciple for the Divine, our Creator, and His son. To be a teacher. To be allowed into these sacred spaces where healing happens in real time.
How exciting it is for all of us who chose to love ourselves enough to push forward through pain, disappointment, and the moments we thought we wouldn’t make it. And then… after we rise… we turn around and help teach others how to rise too.
My heart is full.
God is good.