The shape I no longer fit
A little poem about choosing to heal
there was a moment
in therapy
where i knew
choosing to heal
a pattern i just saw
would heal me
right out of
pastoring in the
local church
i’ve come too far
to start living
in denial now
Reflection Questions
- Where in my life am I already aware of a pattern that healing would disrupt—and what might it cost me to actually change it?
- What roles, identities, or communities currently depend on me not fully healing or telling the truth?
- If I stopped overriding what my body knows, what would I no longer be able to participate in?
- What might become possible in my life if I trusted that healing is allowed to change everything—even the parts I once felt called to?
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