Wounded Healer

By Kim Barnett, MATS MHS

Have you asked the questions, "Why am I here?" "What is my purpose?" "Why God?" "Why so much pain?" "When will this suffering end?" "How can Jesus love me after all I've done wrong?"

 

"Why so much rejection?" "Will God forgive me?" "How can I forgive myself?" "Does Jesus really love me?"

Follow Kim as she answers these questions. Kim shares how each painful experience reveals God's loving healing fingerprints throughout her life's journey."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Mar 8, 2023
• ISBN: 9781642995787

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Wounded Healer

Kim Barnett, MATS, MHS

ISBN 978-1-64299-577-0 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64299-578-7 (digital)

Copyright © 2022 by Kim Barnett, MATS, MHS

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Table of Contents

Acknowledgments

Introduction

Fragments to Fullness

Broken to Blessed

Walls to Gates

Stubbornness to Submission

Fear to Faithfulness

Forgiven to Forgive

Culmination

Healing Scriptures

About the Author

To My Family.

Unless the Lord builds the house, the builders labor in vain.

Unless the Lord watches over the city, the guards that stand watch in vain.

—Psalm 127:1

Acknowledgments

So many people have planted seeds in my life. If I name them all it would take another book to acknowledge them all. So, for the sake of putting you all to sleep. First and foremost, I must acknowledge my healer; my deliverer; my friend; my keeper; my counselor; my sustainer; my rock, and my ever-present help, my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who loves me with an Everlasting love, who looks beyond every one of my faults, and sees my needs. Jesus loved me before the foundation of the world. He shed his Blood and died for my sins. I am forever grateful to God in Jesus Christ for coming to see about me and for saving me. Jesus is my all and all! I want to give a special thanks to my best friend, my love, my supporter, and my number one fan, my hubby, Reverend TB Tony Barnett. For the past thirty -five years together, you have been such a driving force in my life. You are my first crush, my high school sweetheart, and the father of our three beautiful daughters. Words cannot express the gratitude that's in my heart for the love that Christ has given unto you to flow to me. You kept all my many scraps of papers, journals, prayers journals, undergrad school papers, and graduate school papers in your secret hiding place. Those scrapes, journals, and papers make up a large portion of this book. You constantly speak life into my spirit especially in my days of discouragement, depression, doubts, failures, fears, and even throwing in the towel. You have said to me repeatedly that I can do it and you saw something in me that I didn't see in myself. Last but not least, I would like to thank my pastor, Bishop, Keith W. Reed Sr. and first lady Lynn Reed for their consistent leadership of Sharon Baptist Church. In addition, I would like to acknowledge, the many people who confirmed the love that God has for me. They confirmed that there was a healing book inside of me and that I have a story to tell.

To my daughters, my queens: Keyanna Barnett, I am so very proud of the woman that you are. You are a woman now and I look up to you. You have so affected my life and you are teaching me the meaning of a strong black woman who knows what she wants and goes after it with class, style, and femininity. I love you dearly. Tonea Barnett, I am as equally proud of the woman that you are, you remind me so much of me with your tenacity, boldness, and authenticity. You stand firm for what you believe and you do not compromise your convictions. You are strong and I know God got his hands on you for such a great purpose, I so admire you and I love you dearly. Destiny Barnett, (my miracle child) I see the hand of God on you already. In fact, I held in my heart what you told me when you were six years old of what you wanted to be when you grew up. You said that you want to be a preacher for Jesus then you started preaching about the blood of Jesus. You blessed my heart immensely. My prayer for you is that you stay connected to Jesus and let the Lord use you. I am reminded of a scripture for you, 1 Timothy 4:12 [Take Heed to Your Ministry]: Let no one despise your youth, but be an example to the believers in word, in conduct, in love, in spirit, in faith, in purity. I love you. Moreover, my prayers are continually going up for you all my queens. I would also like to dedicate this book to another woman who has blessed me tremendously, Ms. G; (God rest her soul) although she was not my blood relative, she influenced my life in ways you could never imagine. She led me to the Lord Jesus Christ on a Friday night in July 1987. My life changed that day I received Christ into my heart. Many people have come and gone in and out of my life but Ms. G. made an impressionable impact on my life. Her love for God and her compassion for people made an impression on me that I try to follow to this day. I often fall short of her example. She looked beyond my raggedy situation, reached her hand down, and helped me with the love of Christ in her heart. I thank her for exemplifying the love of Jesus with sincerity and heartfelt compassion. I felt genuine love coming from her and all I can say is that no one has ever made such an impact as she has. I am forever grateful to God for her and she is the main reason for this book.

Introduction

Come to ME all who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest.

—Matthew 11:28

When I sat down to write this book, I did not have any idea where to begin. I started thinking back to when I was a child living with my aunt and uncle in West Philadelphia on Fifty-Second and Addison. A nice family lived on the corner. I would always think to myself how it would be if I had their lives. I also envied seeing them especially on Sunday morning when they all went to church. They all seemed to have smiles on their faces and they all dressed well. The children were well behaved and the parents appeared to have it altogether. When this family would walk into a room, it seemed that their very presence would invoke respect. However, that was not my story. Therefore, I started to think, What in the world was I going to write about? Where I should begin? At the time, I was experiencing a lot of emotional pain