Healing from Within

Healing from Within Encouraging the ONE who needs to remember… God is still writing YOUR story.

There was a time in my life when my trauma response was to stay busy and keep people around constantly. Looking back now...
05/22/2026

There was a time in my life when my trauma response was to stay busy and keep people around constantly. Looking back now, I realize I wasn’t truly connecting… I was organizing, hosting, managing, and performing. Silence felt uncomfortable because I had never really learned how to rest.
But God knew what I needed long before I did. He knew I needed a peaceful place to heal from wounds I couldn’t even see yet. And slowly, through His gentleness and grace, this house has become more than a home. It has become our refuge… our safe place… a place where healing and transformation are unfolding day by day.
For the first time in my life, I’m learning that it’s okay to be quiet. It’s okay to be alone. And honestly, there is no place I’d rather be than in the presence of God.
I’m so thankful that I no longer live under the bo***ge of performance-based religion, constantly striving and trying to prove myself. There is such freedom in simply walking in obedience and resting in His love.
And to my husband… thank you. Thank you for working so hard so we can build this life together. Together we are creating space for healing, peace, and restoration.
I’m grateful we get to experience this season side by side.
God truly does not waste our pain, our tears, or our experiences.
He redeems them.
Tammy Sue

05/06/2026
For the past 9 years…May 3rd has carried a weight most people couldn’t see.It showed up quietly—wrapped in sibling survi...
05/04/2026

For the past 9 years…
May 3rd has carried a weight most people couldn’t see.
It showed up quietly—wrapped in sibling survivor’s guilt, heavy memories, and a deep ache that would surface no matter how much I tried to move past it.
But this year… something was different.
At 4:00am on May 3rd, I got in my truck and drove to the coast.
Just me.
No distractions.
No noise.
Just the sound of the road… and the presence of God.
I sat there as the sun began to rise, wrapped in a blanket, talking to my Heavenly Father like a daughter who finally understood she didn’t have to carry it all alone.
And instead of the usual heaviness…
my mind began to fill with something unexpected—
Beautiful memories.
Laughter.
All the beach trips we shared.
Moments that felt alive again, not painful.
For the first time in 9 years…
May 3rd didn’t feel like something I had to survive.
It felt like something I could hold… without breaking.
And the difference wasn’t time.
It wasn’t distraction.
It wasn’t “being strong.”
The difference was God.
Because healing with Him looks very different than healing without Him.
Without God…
we replay, we carry, we try to make sense of things that don’t always have answers.
We survive… but we stay stuck in the weight of it.
But with God…
He gently reframes what once felt unbearable.
He brings peace where there used to be panic.
He replaces guilt with grace.
And somehow… He allows memories to feel like gifts instead of wounds.
That morning on the beach, I realized—
I’m not where I used to be.
And I didn’t get here alone.
Healing didn’t happen overnight.
But it did happen… one surrendered moment at a time.
If May 3rd—or any day—still feels heavy for you…
You don’t have to walk through it alone.
There is a kind of healing that only comes
when you invite God into the places you’ve been trying to manage by yourself.
And when you do…
Even the hardest days
can begin to feel… different.
— Healing from Within 💛

When You Release What You Were Never Meant to CarryThere was a season in my life where I didn’t like who I was becoming....
03/22/2026

When You Release What You Were Never Meant to Carry

There was a season in my life where I didn’t like who I was becoming.

Not on the outside—most people wouldn’t have noticed anything different.

But on the inside… something had shifted.

I felt heavier.
Not only physically, but emotionally.
Spiritually.

And what surprised me the most wasn’t just the situation I was walking through…
it was how I felt toward someone involved in it.

I didn’t like the thoughts that would come up.

I didn’t like the tension I carried in my heart.

I didn’t like how easily my peace could be disrupted when my mind wandered back there.

If I’m being honest…
that bothered me more than anything else.

Because I knew that wasn’t who I wanted to be.

I could feel it—
that internal pull between wanting to walk in love…
and feeling hurt in a way that kept trying to take me somewhere else.

And for a while, I tried to manage it on my own.

I tried to think my way out of it.
Pray quick prayers and move on.
Stay busy so I didn’t have to sit with it.

But healing doesn’t come from avoiding what’s there.

It comes from bringing it into the light.

One morning, in a quiet moment I didn’t plan, something shifted.

It wasn’t loud.
It wasn’t dramatic.
But it was real.
I realized I had been carrying something that didn’t belong to me.

Not just the situation…
but the weight it had created inside of me.
The frustration.
The offense.
The need to understand.
The quiet questions that had nowhere to land.
And deeper than that…
the way it had started to shape how I saw myself.

In that moment, I didn’t try to fix everything.

I simply released it.

Not because it didn’t matter…
but because I finally understood that holding onto it was doing more damage to me than letting it go ever would.

And here’s the part that changed everything:
Instead of holding onto how I felt about that person…
I found myself praying for them.
Not forced.
Not out of obligation.
But from a place that could only have come from God.
“Lord, meet them where they are.
Heal what I cannot see.
Do what only You can do.”

That prayer didn’t just shift how I saw them.
It freed me.

Because I realized something so important:
When we hold onto hurt, we stay tied to it.

But when we release it to God…
we step out of it.

Healing didn’t come from getting answers.
It came from letting go of the need for them.

Healing didn’t come from being justified.
It came from being surrendered.

And slowly…
peace returned.
Not all at once.
But enough for me to recognize it.

Enough for me to breathe again.

Enough for me to feel like myself again.

If you’re in a place where your heart feels tangled in something you didn’t choose…
I want to gently remind you:
You don’t have to carry it.
Not the weight.
Not the questions.
Not the way it’s trying to change you.

Bring it to Him.
Even if your prayer feels messy.
Even if your heart doesn’t feel ready.
Even if all you can say is,
“Lord, I don’t want to feel this way anymore.”

That’s enough.
He meets you right there.

Because healing doesn’t come from pretending it didn’t hurt.

It comes from placing it in the hands of the One who knows exactly how to restore what was affected.

And sometimes…
the greatest healing isn’t what changes around you.

It’s what is finally released within you.

🙏 Prayer
Lord,
You see every part of my heart—even the parts I don’t fully understand.

Help me release what I’ve been holding onto.

Heal the places in me that feel heavy, tangled, or unsettled.

Teach me how to forgive in a way that frees me.

Show me how to trust You with what I cannot fix.

And lead me back to a place of peace—
not because everything is perfect…
but because You are present.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

When God Simplifies Your AssignmentThis morning I was sitting quietly on my porch.The birds weren’t just chirping… they ...
03/06/2026

When God Simplifies Your Assignment

This morning I was sitting quietly on my porch.

The birds weren’t just chirping… they were singing.

Loud enough that it felt like the whole yard was waking up together.

At my feet was Maggie, our Great Pyrenees rescue, resting peacefully beside me like she always does.

And in that quiet moment, I realized something.

For many years, I believed my role in life was to rescue people.
I spent years stepping into hard places, especially in crisis pregnancy ministry.

When someone was hurting or scared, my instinct was always to jump in and try to fix it.

But lately I’ve been sensing God gently shifting my heart.

Not away from loving people…
But toward something simpler.

Instead of trying to rescue everyone around me, I’m learning to care for the people God places directly in front of me.

The clients who walk through the doors at Oasis.

The quiet moments at home with my husband as we rebuild a peaceful life together.

The people God sends across my path who simply need a safe place to breathe.

And even learning to care for my own heart.

Sometimes we think our assignment from God has to be big and complicated.

But what if faithfulness is simply this:

Loving the people God sends your way.

Being present.

Listening more than speaking.
Offering peace in a world that often feels loud and chaotic.

Maybe the shift isn’t failure.
Maybe it’s refinement.

Maybe God is teaching us that the most powerful impact we can have isn’t by rescuing everyone…
But by becoming a safe place for the ones who are ready to heal.

This morning, as the birds sang and Maggie rested quietly at my feet, I felt a deep peace about that.

Sometimes the most beautiful seasons of life are the quiet ones where God gently simplifies our assignment.

This morning I’m sitting on my screened porch here in South Carolina. The fog was so thick when the sun first started ri...
03/05/2026

This morning I’m sitting on my screened porch here in South Carolina.

The fog was so thick when the sun first started rising that I could barely see across the yard.
But slowly, little by little, the fog began to lift.
The birds are singing loudly this morning.
Loud enough that I’m pretty sure they’re reminding me it’s time to fill the
bird feeders again.

And as I sit here watching the fog lift, I can’t help but think about how much my life has changed over the past four years.

Yesterday I watched my three children here in South Carolina serving.
Each of them stepping into their own places, using their gifts, loving others, and walking the path God is unfolding for them.

And something inside of me shifted again.
Four years ago my life was also shifting, but back then I didn’t understand it.

There was pressure.
There was pain.
There was surrender.
There were many nights filled with tears and questions I didn’t have answers to.

I remember asking God over and over again,
“God, if You are real, where are You?”
Where is the God I’ve believed in all my life?
Where is the God I’ve talked about and prayed to?
I needed Him to show up in a way that was real to me.
And He did.

Through a dream.
Through Scripture.
Through Psalm 29:11.

He reminded me that I was His and that He would give me strength and bless me with peace.
Now did life suddenly get easier after that?
No.
If anything, it became even more uncertain.
Relationships shifted.

People I thought would always be there disappeared.
My family structure changed.

My husband and I were trying to find our way back to each other.

But during that time God gave me one friend.
Just one.
Someone who stood beside me and said,
“Whatever you choose, I will support you.”
Looking back now, I believe God placed her in my life to help guide me through the storm.

I was isolated.
I was quieted.
And for a long time I thought people had done that to me.
But now I see something different.
God was doing it for me.

He was teaching me how to be still.
How to listen.
How to not always speak.
How to approach life with more tenderness.

One day I asked Him,
“Why are You repositioning me?”
And the answer that came quietly to my heart was this:
“I’m repositioning you so you can have a front-row seat to watch your children be positioned.”

At the time, I didn’t understand what that meant.
I was a brand new empty nester and didn’t know who I was if I wasn’t constantly being Mom.

But yesterday I watched my children serving the Lord, and suddenly it all made sense.

God wasn’t removing me.
He was repositioning me.

So here I am, four years later, sitting on my porch while the fog slowly lifts.

Still asking God each morning,
“Please let me hear Your voice today.”
Because I don’t want to just exist.
I don’t want to simply fill space or gather things.

I want to live in a way that reflects my Heavenly Father.

And as the seasons begin to change and the daylight stretches longer, I’m realizing something about this chapter of life.

This is not the season for big plans or big events.

This is the season of settling.
Of quiet mornings.
Of peaceful afternoons.
Of rebuilding a home with my husband.
Of healing.

The fog doesn’t lift all at once.
Sometimes it rises slowly so we can see the beauty of what God has been rebuilding all along.

So if you are in a season where the fog feels thick…
Stay seated.
Stay still.
And wait for the light.
It will come.

For now, just rest in the truth that you are seen, you are loved, and Jesus is very near to you.
With love and a gentle hug,
Tammy Sue

When I Thought I Missed GodWhen I was 22, I knew—deep in my spirit—that God was asking me to go to the Philippines for a...
01/28/2026

When I Thought I Missed God

When I was 22, I knew—deep in my spirit—that God was asking me to go to the Philippines for a year.

It wasn’t subtle.
It wasn’t vague.
It was one of those moments where you know it’s God… and you’re terrified anyway.

And I didn’t go.
At the time, I didn’t call it fear.
I called it responsibility.
I called it timing.
I told myself I would go later—when things made more sense, when life felt more stable, when I felt more ready.

But the truth is, I disobeyed.

For a long time after that, I carried a quiet weight.

A feeling I couldn’t quite name but felt deeply—like I had missed something sacred.

Like God had opened a door, and I hesitated too long.
I wondered if obedience had an expiration date.

If calling could be forfeited.
If I had somehow stepped outside of God’s plan for my life before it even really began.

Healing has a way of revisiting old memories—not to shame us, but to redeem them.

Looking back now, with decades of life and healing behind me, I see something my 22-year-old self couldn’t yet understand: God didn’t stop walking with me because I didn’t go.

He didn’t withdraw His presence or rewrite my story in disappointment.

What felt like distance back then was actually God staying close while I grew.

That year I didn’t go shaped me just as much as the years I eventually did say yes—to other callings, other obediences, other hard and holy places.
God wasn’t waiting in the Philippines without me; He was walking with me right where I stayed.

Healing from within has taught me this truth slowly and kindly:
God is not limited by one decision.

Grace is not fragile.
Calling is not canceled by fear.
What I once labeled as “missing God,” I now recognize as God meeting me in my immaturity, my hesitation, and my humanity.

He didn’t force obedience—He taught me trust over a long wilderness of time.

And maybe that’s the part we don’t talk about enough:

Sometimes God lets us grow into obedience instead of demanding it all at once.

I no longer look back at 22-year-old me with regret. I look back with compassion.
She loved God. She wanted to obey. She just wasn’t ready yet.
And God knew that.

If you’re carrying a moment like this—something you didn’t do, a door you didn’t walk through, a yes you couldn’t give yet—hear this from someone who has lived on both sides of it:
You didn’t miss God.

You were being met.
Met in your fear.

Met in your becoming.
Met in the long road that still led exactly where God needed you to be.

Reflection
Is there a moment in your past you’ve labeled as failure instead of formation?

What would it look like to offer your younger self grace?

Prayer
God, thank You for staying with me even when I hesitated.
Thank You for being patient with my growth and gentle with my obedience.
Help me trust that You redeem every part of my story.
Amen.

Love,
Tammy Sue

There is a kind of grief no one prepares you for,the grief of realizing that love doesn’t guarantee closeness.It’s the g...
01/13/2026

There is a kind of grief no one prepares you for,
the grief of realizing that love doesn’t guarantee closeness.

It’s the grief that comes when you did your part, showed up, poured in, prayed hard… and the relationship still didn’t turn out the way you hoped.

Not because of one big moment — but because of choices that weren’t yours to make.

For a long time, I carried the weight of believing I had failed.

But healing began when I finally told myself the truth:
Loving well does not mean you get to decide how someone else chooses relationship.

As parents, there comes a season where control gives way to choice — and that transition can feel like loss.

Not because love is gone, but because expectations have to be laid down.

What I’m learning is this:
I can grieve what I hoped for and still be grateful for what God has placed in front of me now.
There are relationships that show up.
That choose presence.
That choose connection.
And honoring those relationships doesn’t mean I’ve stopped loving the others.

It simply means I’m no longer punishing myself for what I cannot change.

Healing doesn’t erase grief —
it teaches us how to carry it with grace.

If you’re walking this road, know this:

You are not failing.
You are learning how to love without forcing, and how to rest without guilt.

And sometimes… that is the deepest healing of all.

When God Uncovers a Gift Hidden Beneath RejectionFor many people, rejection becomes a familiar voice long before adultho...
12/07/2025

When God Uncovers a Gift Hidden Beneath Rejection

For many people, rejection becomes a familiar voice long before adulthood ever arrives.

The enemy works early, planting lies that make a person feel too different, too much, or too out of place to ever truly belong.

Those lies can grow so deep that they shape how someone sees themselves for decades.

But God has a way of revisiting the very places the enemy tried to bury a person.

And sometimes, what felt like rejection was actually a gifting in disguise — a Kingdom assignment that wasn’t yet understood.

Some individuals have a God-given ability to see what others miss:
the quiet gifting in someone, the loneliness hiding behind a smile,
the potential waiting to be awakened.
They naturally connect hearts, opportunities, friendships, and purpose.

Not through effort — but through spiritual sensitivity.

Yet instead of recognizing this as a God-crafted design, the enemy convinces them that being left out or overlooked means they lack value.

What the enemy calls rejection, Heaven calls assignment.

There comes a moment — often unexpectedly — when God begins to uncover the truth behind the gifting He placed within someone.

Sometimes it comes through the voices of others: people who circle back years later to say:
“You spoke life into me.”
“You helped me find what I was meant to do.”
“You connected me to the people who changed everything for me.”

Testimonies like these become holy confirmations that the gifts were operating all along — even when unrecognized.

What once felt like being “left out” was often God positioning someone to see what others could not see, hear what others could not hear, and notice what others walked past.

The enemy twisted that awareness into insecurity, but God reveals it as intercession, sensitivity, and spiritual assignment.

For more than five decades, the enemy tried to use rejection as a weapon — whispering the same lie again and again: “You don’t fit.”

But God’s voice brings clarity:
“This is how I made you.
This is how I use you.
This is My gift in you.”

Even when someone feels too tall, too quiet, too loud, too emotional, too old, too anything… God sees none of that as deficiency.

He sees design.

And when His Spirit begins to uncover that design, the focus shifts completely:
From “Why am I like this?”
to
“Lord, how do You want to use this?”

If others keep affirming something in you
— a talent, a sensitivity, an instinct, a pattern of helping —
and you cannot see it yourself…
Take it to the Father.

Ask Him:
“Show me the purpose behind what You placed in me.”

He will.

And when He does, everything changes.

When God begins to heal the inner places that the enemy has lied into for decades, it is tender work.

Sometimes painful work. Healing requires tears, honesty, and courage — but it also brings clarity, freedom, and spiritual assignment.

Because once God lifts the veil, what felt like a lifetime of rejection becomes a testimony of how perfectly He equips His children for Kingdom work.

May we walk with humility and confidence in the gifting God placed within each of us.

Not for our glory —
but for His.

With all my love,
Tammy Sue 💛

When the Holy Spirit Speaks Into the StormThere are moments in life when the weight we’re carrying feels too heavy to na...
11/23/2025

When the Holy Spirit Speaks Into the Storm

There are moments in life when the weight we’re carrying feels too heavy to name.

And then there are moments when the Holy Spirit speaks right into the middle of that weight… and something shifts.

When I was walking through the deepest, darkest betrayal I had ever faced — the kind of heartbreak that steals your breath — the Holy Spirit whispered in my right ear, as clear as if someone was sitting beside me:

“Lay down beside the still waters… I’m already there.”
It took me straight to Psalm 23.

And everything in me responded:
Okay God… I’ll lay it down.
Okay God… I trust that You are already there.

Okay God… You’ve got this, even when I don’t understand the next step, the outcome, or the reason.

I didn’t have answers.
But I had His presence.

And that changed everything.

Most people who saw me during that season had no idea the storm I was walking through.

Not because I was strong — but because I had that sweet peace that passes all understanding, the kind no words can truly explain.

That peace is what I want others to experience.

My purpose — the very heartbeat behind Healing From Within —
is to point people to a personal relationship with their Heavenly Father.
Especially in the middle of the storm.

To pray,
“God, reveal what I need to understand so You can heal what I cannot reach.”

As the healing began, my prayers changed.
I moved from praying for protection…
to praying for healing, revelation, and discernment.

“Lord, show me the intentions of every heart involved.”
“Lord, expose what needs to be exposed.”
“Lord, strengthen me for the spiritual battle I cannot see.”

Because I knew — this wasn’t flesh and blood.
This was spiritual warfare.

And the moment I surrendered ,
the moment I chose to lay down beside the still waters —
I discovered that He truly was already there.


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