Therapy with Jesus

The other day,  I mentioned that I was going to have a therapy session with Jesus, which I did on Saturday. At first, I sat in the peacefulness of my studio.  I absolutely LOVE to be alone, and almost never have the chance to, but I met a new instructor at our studio on Saturday, and after she left, I stayed.  I find the studio to be peaceful, so I sat quietly in my favorite wing-back chair in the lobby, just preparing my mind for the experience. 

It occurred to me after a few minutes that my best prayer time is while playing the piano, and there I was in my music studio, with multiple pianos to choose from.

I sat down at the bench in the studio I use most often and just began to play and pray. I played and prayed for hours, visualizing walking alongside Jesus, talking about every hurt I’ve ever had. I visualized Jesus listening patiently walking beside me, allowing me to pour out my spirit to Him, neither judging nor chastising me for anything I shared with Him.  I systematically relived every time my heart had been broken, every time I had failed, every time I had sinned (well, in truth, probably not EVERY time, but at least the biggies…).  I literally played for hours – just played – beautiful runs and arpeggios, mostly in minor keys, fingers meandering over the black and white keys, flowing gently and sometimes not gently, as the waves of the ocean greeting the sand. 

Hours flew by quickly, and with every note, every chord, my burden lightened as Jesus began to lift the burdens weighing me down.  I simply let the grace of Jesus wash over me, washing away my anxiety, washing away my pain, visualizing it leaving, visualizing me getting up off the ground, dusting myself off, and getting ready for the next battle. 

My therapy session with Jesus was like no other therapy session I could have had.  

I am grateful for those wonderfully empathetic therapists, who chose a profession out of caring deeply for other people.  The older I get, the more importance I place on holistic health, including that of our mind and soul. I believe in breaking down walls of stigma that used to exist (and probably still do) for people who regularly seek therapy.  But spending a therapy session with Jesus was probably just the thing that I needed to renew my spirit. 

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I’m looking forward to my next therapy session with Jesus.  

Blessings, SB


Author: Journey-For-Life

I am a musician, an engineer, a mentor; my desire is to leave things better than I found them; I am a sister, daughter, wife, mother, aunt, friend. Suicide breaks my heart; Cancer breaks my heart; Human trafficking breaks my heart; Seeing people make bad life decisions breaks my heart. I am thankful for the One True and Living God who saved me from myself and, through His Son Jesus Christ, has saved from my sins; I am confidently persistent, passionately determined and boldly creative so that I may inspire others to live a life that ultimately matters.

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