Finding My Way -LeSueur Area Healing and Recovery Ministries

01/06/2026

01/05/2026

When I spend time with people who really know me and get me, with people who love me as I am, with people who have seen me in my highs and my lows and all the in-betweens, with people who don’t expect me to fulfill something that was never mine to fulfill, with people who I know will pray for me- and with me- my heart and soul are fed in a unique way.

I can look them in the eye and say whatever it is that comes to mind with confidence that they won’t judge me or my unwashed hair. They won’t try to fix me; they will just love.

But getting to that level of depth and understanding with others doesn’t just happen overnight.

Friendships take time and effort, a willingness to share your heart and your story and to listen to the hearts and stories of others, too.

📖 Excerpt taken from Chapter 9 - Return to Community: An Invitation to Friendship - from the book, Return to Jesus:An Invitation to Abide with Him in Every Beautiful, Stressful, or Tedious Moment

https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/747877/return-to-jesus-by-jen-thompson/

12/31/2025

Lord,

I’ve always asked for new mercies, for fresh starts, for doors to open, and for new beginnings. I’ve been so focused on what I want and what I think I need.

But this time, Lord, I’m asking for something different- more of You and less of me.

Teach me how to love You, with all my heart, my soul, my strength, and my mind. I don’t just want to say the words, I want to mean them. I want to live them out in every part of me.

Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart."(Psalm 37:4).

Help me to desire Your will above my own. Help me to let go of what I think I want and to trust You with what You have for me.

Lord, guide my heart to put You first in everything—before anyone, before anything.

Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me.

I surrender all to You. 🙏🏾

12/30/2025

Sometimes healing isn’t closing the wound.
I used to think it was. I tried to explain my pain. I wanted people to see it, to really hear me, to understand the weight I was carrying. I thought if they understood, something inside me would finally feel lighter.

But they couldn’t fix me.

And that truth was painful. Not because they didn’t care, but because this work was never meant to begin in someone else’s hands. Healing had to start internally. In the quiet. In the places I avoided. By facing the very thing that opened the wound instead of rushing past it.

Sometimes healing looks like sitting with the ache instead of silencing it. Letting it exist without shame. Admitting how deeply it changed me. How it shaped the way I trust, the way I love, the way I brace for impact.

I stopped trying to explain my pain.
God already understood it.

He saw it before I could name it. He stayed when I didn’t know how to stay with myself. And when I finally turned to the Saviour, it wasn’t so He could erase what hurt me. It was so He could teach me how to live with tenderness. How to navigate the fragile places. How to care for the wounded parts instead of abandoning them.

Sometimes healing isn’t closing the wound.
It’s learning how to walk forward gently.
With faith that refuses to go silent.
With trust that grows slowly, honestly, bravely.

And maybe this is where you are too.
Still tender. Still learning. Still here.

“The Lord your God is with you, He will never leave you nor forsake you.”- Deuteronomy 31:6

- Little Sparrow Loved 𓅪

littlesparrowloved.substack.com

12/30/2025

Peace isn’t the absence of storms — it’s the presence of Jesus in the middle of them. Storms may rise, but grace keeps you standing.