You are believed.
Some things are hard to talk about. Some things are hard to believe. Some things are hard.
As much as I wanted to tell my counselor some of my worst memories, it was hard for me to open my mouth and say a word.
That’s the thing about a traumatic memory. You don’t just retell it, you relive it.
Your mind struggles to process it, and your mouth hesitates to say it, but your body screams. Your body remembers every detail.
Others may doubt you, and they may even tell you, “There’s no way. I don’t believe it happened.”
You wish it didn’t happen.
You wish you could forget.
You wish you had it wrong.
But you know your truth.
You know your reality.
You know your struggle.
I believe you. Three simple words that change everything.
When I described my worst memory to my counselor, I barely had words. I started with just a color, and then the words poured out.
I was shaking when she asked me where was Jesus in that room. I was convinced there was no way Jesus would be in that room. She gently encouraged me to find Him and when I finally did, I knew I had a witness.
He noticed. He saw everything. He believed me. He comforted me.
I knew my counselor and my husband believed me, but I wasn’t sure if others would believe me. It really mattered to me then and it bothered me a lot.
Psalm 10 became a comfort for me. I even made a poster and filled it with many of these verses.
But you, God, see the trouble of the afflicted;
you consider their grief and take it in hand.
The victims commit themselves to you;
you are the helper of the fatherless.
Psalm 10:14
He sees everything.
He knows everything.
He understands triggers.
He’s aware of your struggles.
You, Lord, hear the desire of the afflicted;
you encourage them, and you listen to their cry,
defending the fatherless and the oppressed,
so that mere earthly mortals
will never again strike terror.
Psalm 10:18
If you didn’t hear those words, “I believe you” and you feel alone in the darkest memory of your life, you can ask God hard questions and find Him there. He believes you.
I believe you.
You are believed.
Your posts this month are such great reminders, Michelle. We need those reminders every day, don’t we? I’m finding it helps so much when I focus on my identity in Christ.
It’s hard when people don’t believe us. Some never will, and that’s so sad. I remember many years ago when I would be hurt by those who didn’t believe me, my husband would say, “God knows the truth!” There is such comfort in that, isn’t there? I’m grateful God believes us even when others don’t! As you wrote, “He noticed. He saw everything. He believed me. He comforted me.” Amen! Love and blessings of ever deeper healing to you!