The Root

“It’s true our lives can pass small and unnoticed by the masses, and we are no less dignified for having lived quietly. In fact, I’ve come to believe there’s something noble about doing little with your life save offering love to a person who is offering it back.”Donald Miller, Scary Close

Recently, I have been talking a lot about being a “recovering people pleaser and perfectionist.” For most of my life, I felt I needed to do something incredible according to the world’s standards. The deeply rooted belief aching inside of my heart was that I needed to find a way to validate who I was, to earn the love and respect of those I cared about. Through years of feeling misunderstood, and quite frankly just exhausted from the striving, I have decided to be one thing: me. The me that God designed. A huge part of this included coming to the realization that what I’m passionate about, what sets my soul on fire, may not only be just misunderstood by some, but they actually may view it as simple and insignificant.

In Chariots of Fire, Eric Liddell says:

“I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. And when I run I feel His pleasure.”

Sometimes, the control freak part of my personality wants to know exactly what my “plan” in life is…each detail…all of the specifics. That is not something that I have. What I do know is that my heart is fueled by creating and sharing messages. Writing is where I feel God’s pleasure, where I feel a sense of belonging. This can manifest in many ways, though. Acting, writing, social media, speaking, mentoring, taking photos and capturing moments. These are just some of the branches of the true purpose, and though it scares me sometimes, the true purpose is quite simple. The root is loving others. It’s all about love.

Even as a writer, I am lost for words when it comes to attempting to describe my experience as a leader at the Delight & Be retreat a couple weeks ago. The theme was actually, “Rooted and Grounded in Love.” Having the honor to spend a few days just loving these girls, listening to their stories, praying with them, speaking to them, sharing my authentic story. Loving others–that’s the life I want most. And I believe it may actually be the only “specific” that God has for me.

“Love from the center of who you are; don’t fake it.” -Romans 12:9

While this message is an incredible simple and basic one, I can promise you it is not insignificant. Whatever you’re doing, whatever your life looks like, however the branches of your art may manifest, let love be the root.

“Applause is a quick fix. And love is an acquired taste.” -Donald Miller, Scary Close

{Photo credit: Kelly Lemon, Janelle Putrich, and Jessica Lauren.}


{This picture is from my elementary school, perhaps when the people pleasing really began. I mean, the uniform plaid jumper was definitely not my choice.}

“That night, I went to bed wondering if my personality was largely a reactionary construct, a mechanism I used to gain respect from the world. In other words, what if my act wasn’t who I was at all?”
-Donald Miller, Scary Close

Throughout my entire life, I’ve worn many different masks. As an actor and writer, I have always felt this innate responsibility to the world to perform…like I somehow owe it to you to have it all together…to only share the best messages…to have my best face on for you to see at all times. I fear burdening others with the mess and humanity that lies beneath the smiles and good manners.

Inside my brain, I will forever hear my 3rd grade math teacher, Ms. Krudsinger (not making that up), telling me to be on my best behavior. To be “good.” To be smart. Mistakes were not allowed. Questions not welcomed. My knee-high socks with British flags and blue nail polish baffled those who set the uniforms in place. I preferred journaling, writing songs, and humming in class over doing multiplication tables. Had I not followed the rules in her classroom, I would be sent outside to sit alone at the old, dirty, forest green picnic table, just waiting to give my butt splinters and for the army of ants to come carry my animal crackers away. Is that how I have lived my adult life? Afraid of being banished and unaccepted? Terrified of the splinters, ant bites, and discomfort that sometimes come with speaking up and being yourself? So I perform. I stay on my best behavior. And while I may be splinter-free, there is a deeper pain.

As Donald Miller so eloquently says, “The same thing that makes me a great writer also makes me terrible at relationships.” I’ve always been great at keeping people at a distance while simultaneously producing a false sense of intimacy. I want to make others happy…and certainly that wouldn’t be possible if they really knew me. This is where I get to try on different masks. These labels of false identity, they are all just different masks I wear to keep myself from having to expose the real me. We can get so caught up in one word, one tiny part of our lives, that we aren’t fully accepting the whole “us.”


Letting people beyond the level of your Instagram and Facebook presence can be terrifying. What will they see? What will they know? And the ultimate question and root issue that stares me in the face as I shake in my boots {moccasins}…

“Will they still love me?”

It all comes back to the desire for love. Honest, unadulterated, unconditional love. Trusting others with knowing who we are is scary…it’s scary close. Because the truth is, everyone won’t understand. Everyone won’t love. Everyone won’t accept. We can’t please everyone. {I know this is simple, but for people pleasers, this is bigger than a few splinters to the butt.}

A few months ago at a retreat in Washington, I sobbed on the floor in the midst of many ladies {I REALLY don’t cry in front of people}. I felt naked. I was exposed. I couldn’t keep the facade up any longer. The incredible part of this was that these people still chose to do life with me…even when they knew I wasn’t perfect…even when they saw my pain…even when I was open about my flaws…even as I had snot coming out of my nose and puffy, red, tear-filled eyes, white flakes of Kleenex stuck to my cheeks.

Today, I am flying into Washington for another retreat where I am still on this journey. I would be lying if I said I had it all figured out…that I was ready to be 100% crazy, messy, weird me with everyone. It is scary. It is scary close, as Donald Miller calls it. But in just 5 months, I have watched this facade slowly chip away into something far more beautiful. It’s better because it’s real. Sometimes the story we are telling the world isn’t half as endearing as the one that lives inside us. I have relationships now with people who know the real me…and the insane part is, they love that strange, wild girl.

So, what if I stopped performing?
What if I dropped the perfectionist act?
What if I ended this second nature need to entertain and please others?
Would I still be loved?

Donald Miller says it best,

“I think this all ties in with the entertainer gene. Human love isn’t conditional. No REAL love is conditional. And if love is conditional, it’s just some sort of manipulation masquerading as love.”

Becoming unveiled, losing the facades, it’s insanely uncomfortable. It’s vulnerable. But true, authentic love and relationships are more important to me than having it all together. And those will only come from being true and authentic myself.

The fear of being alone, hurt, misunderstood, or getting a few splinters along the way should not stop us from being who we were made to be. I am willing to run the risk of being hurt occasionally if it means abundant life…unconditional love…being known…being unveiled.

God, I’m tired.


“God, I’m tired.”, were the only words my weary soul could muster the other night as I sat up in bed, wide awake, yet thoroughly exhausted. It took me a while to even have the energy to begin talking to God. My body was sick, feeling incredibly weak…I was having car troubles…I had a meeting that didn’t go very well. Emotionally//mentally//physically//spiritually…I was drained. I felt empty. Alone.

I started thinking about how Jesus must have felt on the cross. At one point, he said, “I commit my life into your hands.” As I read this, to be real with you, I felt a bit baffled. My tiny mind can’t possibly comprehend the kind of pain, agony, and loneliness Jesus must have been feeling. And yet, he remained faithful.

Those words that Jesus spoke were actually a prayer that Jewish mothers used to pray with and for their children. As he was dying, he was really saying that he was going to sleep. That he would find peace and rest. He was going to wake up into something new. As the sleeve of my sweater wiped a few tears (and let’s be real, a gross runny nose as well), I was in awe. Out loud, I said to Him, “Wow. All of this from a commitment.” Peace. Rest. Renewal. New life. Redemption. Awakening. All from one significant commitment.

Can I be honest with you for a moment, friends? I’m not here to tell you that when you commit your life into God’s hands, everything will become easier. That you won’t be sick, that your car won’t break down, that all of your relationships will be a breeze. But there is weight and glory in this kind of commitment. The peace doesn’t come from me continuing to fight him every step of the way, or from me continuing down my habitual ways. The faith that comes from the commitment. When I feel myself making second nature choices for the wrong reasons, decisions with fear-based intent, or living out of reaction rather than living in the freedom Jesus has so openly offered, I have to stop and remind myself that there is a bigger plan for my life. If my life is in His hands, and He is not a father of fear and destruction, I need to simply allow myself to rest, to trust, to truly test the strength of the faith I have inside of me.

Can I share one more candid, honest thought from my tired brain with you? Well, it’s my blog, so I’m going to do it. Sometimes, I really do feel alone. I don’t doubt God’s existence. But I do sometimes wrestle with wondering if He truly cares for me…for my silly worries…for my hurting heart…for my frail body…for my broken car…for the areas of my life that are in deep need of restoration. When I doubt these truths, when I wonder, when I feel far from Him (truth be told, feel He is far from me), I can’t rely on my own feelings or knowledge. I read the verses below…sometimes out loud…sometimes in disbelief…sometimes with tears and mascara stained cheeks. But I read these words because in the depths of my weary, human, natural spirit, His Holy Spirit fills me with supernatural peace. I try to read it till it becomes true to me. But we are being real, right? Sometimes in the midst of a war zone, we just won’t feel this truth. That’s where faith comes in. That’s what committing our lives into His hands really means. It’s resting in this truth regardless of circumstance, feelings, or my own stubborn ways. Regardless of where you’re at today or what you believe in, I encourage you to read the Psalms below as an inspiration for your journey. Thank you for listening to mine.

“You’re my cave to hide in,
my cliff to climb.
Be my safe leader,
be my true mountain guide.
Free me from hidden traps;
I want to hide in you.
I’ve put my life in your hands.
You won’t drop me,
you’ll never let me down.”

-Psalm 31:3-5

Confessions of a Prodigal Son {Giveaway!}


Today is a very special day…three years in the making! It is officially the release date of the film, “Confessions of a Prodigal Son”! You can now find COAPS at Walmart, on Amazon, and more. I can’t even begin to tell you how proud I am of Nathan Clarkson, who wrote, produced, and stars in this beautiful movie. I had the honor of playing his leading lady on the screen, and it has been such a fun journey.

Aside from my support and belief in the talented man who wrote the film, the story was extremely close to my heart. There have been many times in my own life that I have felt a bit like a prodigal. Moving out to Hollywood at 17, I was pursuing my dreams, but also escaping from many things in my life. At times, I felt so inadequate and imperfect that I truly tried with all of my might to hide from God…to runaway…to be “free.” This false sense of identity and freedom only bred deeply rooted insecurities, loneliness, and immense pain…some of which leaving some scars that I believed would be permanent.

This film is a must-see for our generation. It is a movie that demands we ask ourselves the crucial question: what story is your life telling? Everyone needs the message that no matter who you are, what you’ve done, or where you’ve been, it’s never too late to come back home. You are never too far gone. You are never beyond the point of being loved and having great purpose. Our stories can be redeemed and our scars can be erased.

Because we are SO excited about this release, and because the COAPS team believes in every identity girl, we are giving away a “Confessions of a Prodigal Son” pack, which includes a DVD as well as the music inspired by CD, which has artists: Ellie Holcomb, JJ Heller, Ben Rector, Andrew Peterson, Newsong, and even Nathan and I!

To enter the giveaway, simply complete the following 3 steps:
1. “Like” the COAPS Facebook page:
2. Share the link to this article on your own personal Facebook page to spread the word about the film.
3. On Instagram, share one of the photos from this article, and remember to tag @coapsmovie AND @identitygirls!

We will be selecting a winner on March 31st! Good luck, and spread the word about the film to your friends!

Rachael Lee




The Perception of Beauty


{Disclaimer: I actually had a true moment of, “I can’t believe I’m posting this!” as I was writing. However, that is exactly the point. Here goes.}

Admit it, ladies. We’ve all done it. Every girl has those days where we wake up, look in the mirror, and just don’t like what we see. Having a bad hair day or unpleasant moment is one thing, but our thoughts and negative self-talk can actually cause longterm damage. Each time we speak something hateful over our own lives, we are planting these new seeds of self-consciousness, doubt, and a lack of worth that continue to grow in our hearts and minds, leading to deeply rooted insecurities that we can’t cut out easily.

Today, I am making a fool of myself and sharing a ridiculous trick that I learned during one of my “hating on myself” days. Back in January, I was hanging out with my dear friend/sister/spirit animal, Coco, in Miami. On this particularly beautiful Florida day, we wanted to go out on the town, go shopping, grab dinner, and just do some typical girl stuff. We both found ourselves trying on everything in Coco’s closet {yes, I stole her clothes many a time}, yet coming up unsatisfied. Looking at ourselves in the mirror, we began to say awful things about ourselves, hating on our hair, makeup, body types, clothing, you name it.

We forced ourselves to go out, despite our serious desire to just hide under a rock for the day. While shopping, I saw this enormous denim jumpsuit, that we now refer to as my ‘Joe Dirt’ attire. I burst into uncontrollable laughter the moment I saw this incredible work of fashion, and I immediately headed for the dressing room. As my tiny body was swimming in a sea of denim and snap buttons (completely losing site of any shape I once had), a strange joy came over me. Seeing how ridiculous I looked in this outfit made me much happier to go back to what I felt most comfortable in: being myself. Next time you’re finding it difficult to love how you look, do something crazy. Try on something you hate. Be silly and ridiculous. And remember that the real you is insanely gorgeous.

Life is short.
Love yourself.
Speak life.
Have fun.
Laugh at yourself.
Skip embarrassment.
Change it up.
Shake it off.
Try on something hideous.
Remember how truly, authentically beautiful you are without even trying. Inside and out.

PS-best part? This gem was a whopping $89 at Urban Outfitters. Had it not been so expensive, I probably would have added it to my wardrobe just for days like that.



What kind of woman are you?

I was talking to a dear friend earlier on this International Women’s Day about what kind of women we truly want to be. It has been an interesting season of life, and appearances/striving to be a perfectionist has always been important to me. That has slowly been fading, the facades being stripped away, so that I am able to step into who I truly am.

So, here’s some of what we came up with:

I will be okay with the silly, wild, weird and free inside of me//
I will smile so big that my cheeks make my eyes close//
I will be a woman with contagious laughter and joy//
I will love myself with humility, yet great depth, so that I am able to love others well//
I will have ears that listen and eyes that see the good in others and focus on their needs//
I will adventure//
I will eat more macarons//
I will give more//
I will live in the moment without fear of the future//
I will always strive to continue owning the woman God designed me to be//
I will be unapologetically, authentically me.

This is a beautiful day to celebrate what the modern “Proverbs 31 woman” is really all about. Happy lady day, my friends.

Genuine Faith: Things Just Got Real


Last night, I had the honor of leading the devotion (on the topic of genuine faith) before we went out for Treasures strip club outreach, and I will be sharing that with you today. As I spent time meditating on this, praying, and talking to my mentor about it, I was truly blown away by God’s incredible timing of trusting me with this topic. It has been a season of trials and challenges in my life. God is patient even when our faith is not as strong as it could be. He is with us through our doubts and battles.

As it continued to be a difficult season for me, God kept opening up more doors and asking me to do things for Him. This reminded me of Gideon’s story. Who are you in the midst of trials? How will you remain faithful even through doubts, pain, and questioning?

Gideon’s story in Judges 6-8 is a wonderful example of genuine faith. There are many elements to study, but one beautiful lesson is that God is patient with us even as our faith is not yet strong. In these chapters, it’s like God is coaching Gideon live, in real battles.

Chapters 6-8 tell his story. Gideon was hard at work on his farm, doing his normal, everyday life, when an angel of the Lord called him to lead the Israelites in battle to defeat the Midianites. God had allowed them to oppress the Israelites for the previous seven years because they had not followed him. As a result, the Israelites had been forced to live in the mountains and caves for safety. This is why the angel found Gideon.

Gideon had some initial doubts (wouldn’t you?), but God was incredibly patient in helping him to overcome those doubts, as described in chapter 6. He then organized a strong group of men to expel the Midianites. God told Gideon to reduce the size of his army…and it wasn’t a subtle change. Eventually, the army went from 30,000 all the way to 300.

It’s important to remember that God works with intention. He doesn’t make changes or take away without reason. The purpose of this down-sizing was to demonstrate to the people that the upcoming victory was clearly God at work, not the power of man. Gideon secured the victory over the Midianites by following God’s command. However, he didn’t do this perfectly and completely confidently. He was real. He was authentic. And he wasn’t afraid to tell God that he wasn’t so sure about the whole plan.

I’m going to share the 4 elements of having genuine faith that helped me immensely with last night’s outreach, and with the navigation of some tough trials in my life.

1. Humility
We can’t be used for God’s purposes if we can’t humble ourselves before him. I used to be a huge perfectionist and people pleaser, and I would try to hide from God when everything in my life wasn’t going super well. Gideon’s story shows us that God can handle our mess.
Be honest about where you’re at. God can handle your doubts, fears, and shortcomings. I had to take off the mask and stop being a perfectionist in order to have genuine faith and be used mightily.
In judges 6:13, Gideon continually says, “Me?!” “Me, my master?” He began with a humble heart, and it had to turn also to a willing heart. This is often how I feel when God trusts me with a task…“Me?!”
God will use us in our genuine faith, just as we are. Even with doubt. Sometimes the best prayer is to ask God to help you in your unbelief. Gideon had doubts. But God said in Judges 6:16, “I’m with you. Believe me.” What a simple and reassuring reminder. He didn’t get angry with Gideon for questioning. He won’t get angry with you. With God, there are no stupid questions. So be humble. He doesn’t need you to have all the answers. I also love in judges 6:23 it says,
“But God reassured him, “Easy now. Don’t panic. You won’t die.” I think I need to put this on sticky notes everywhere in my life. Easy now. Don’t panic. You won’t die.

2. Willingness and Sacrifice
Remember that Gideon was hard at work on his farm when the angel called him to lead. He was in the middle of his normal life, his routine, his comfort zone, his skill set. Genuine faith means having a heart that is willing to obey God even when it scares us or doesn’t make sense. It also may mean leaving something else behind. Generally when God has opened a door for me to do something big, it has required me to turn away from other things that are more comfortable for me to live in.

3. Quality verses Quantity.
The faith of a mustard seed may be more authentic than someone’s loud and proud, works-based faith. Gideon had doubts, and his faith wasn’t necessarily overwhelming and overflowing, but it was pure. We aren’t going to do outreach to show off and do something “good.” It’s the small, silent, genuine faith deep inside of us that counts. Our hearts. Our motives. Our intentions. It’s okay to feel scared or inadequate. Even the tiniest bit of faith has brought you here, right to this moment.

4. Identity
Genuine faith means being our true selves…owning who God says we are. Our faith will not be authentic if we aren’t secure in our identity. We have to know and believe in who God says we are. When we do this, our faith will be real and strengthened. We will also be able to help these women understand their true identity. In order to be used by God and impact others, it starts with us.

Gideon didn’t demonstrate genuine faith through perfection, but through authenticity and willingness. I think God wants to give us opportunities to let him be God to us…that’s what trials can become. Just as God downsized the army from 30,000 to 300, there were moments in last night’s outreach where in our genuine faith and human nature, doubt and fear would creep in. Some of the group wasn’t able to make it, and our “army” was downsized. We may have felt a fear of being unable to get into some clubs, but genuine faith meant believing God is with us and that He will make a way. And He did.

Authentic identities. Pure motives. Real love. True intentions. All fueled by God. THIS is genuine faith.

“Faith is not believing in my own unshakable belief. Faith is believing an unshakable God when everything in me trembles and quakes.”
-Beth Moore


Beauty in the Threshold

While in NYC last fall, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from taking a picture every single time I passed a church. They were all so uniquely beautiful…each door filled with detail…every threshold just waiting to tell stories of the lives that have come through.

It happened instantly for me, this strange, impromptu church door photography extravaganza. The moment my feet stepped off the shuttle and onto the pavement in New York, it had just started raining. My eyes looked up to see Holy Cross a Church. Without missing a beat, I snapped a photo. Due to it being very late at night, rainy, and a bit crooked from my shaking hands, it didn’t end up being a magnificent or quality image. However, there was something about the picture’s imperfection that ignited this idea…the concept that these doors had a story to tell.


What was it about these church doors that was so enticing and filled me with so much wonder?

With each new church, and every unique door, I found myself becoming a bit overwhelmed with mixed emotions. Why were these doors alluring to me? Why did I feel so connected to them?

After spending some time in prayer, it hit me. There were so many years of my life that I didn’t feel I belonged inside the walls of a church. “Would they let me in if they really knew me?”, I would often wonder. “If I were them, would I let someone like me inside?”

“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.”
-Revelation 3:20

“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.”
-Matthew 7:7

It changed my life to realize that Jesus wasn’t waiting for me to be perfect in order to live in relationship with him. He wasn’t locking me out in the midst of my darkness. I was enough, just as I was, as long as I was able to humble myself and have a willingness to knock on the door.

The actual church itself is incredibly powerful. Sanctuaries are amazing. But I believe that we underestimate the significance of taking that first step…of walking up the stairs…knocking on the door…stepping just underneath the threshold. The transformation starts there. There is beauty in the threshold.




The Power of Life and Death


A sweet friend of mine sent me the text above earlier this morning, and my heart absolutely melted. Each time I’ve taken the “5 love languages” quiz, words of affirmation always score very highly in priority for me. I know that I’m not alone when it comes to this love of beautiful words, as the bible is filled with the reminder of their importance.

“Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.”
-Proverbs 18:21

“Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.”
-Ephesians 4:29

“There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.”
-Proverbs 12:18

“Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer each person.”
-Colossians 4:6

Words can be a place of knowledge, education, growth, life, love, passion, peace, and healing. But words also have the power to hate, destroy, break, diminish, and deeply wound.

This has been a particularly challenging season of life, and I have been covered and protected by an incredibly powerful weapon: words of truth. We need friends who affirm and remind us of who we are. The truth has to scream louder than all of the lies and negative words that may be swirling around in our hearts and minds.

In the past week, I have had numerous sweet friends completely overwhelm me with their loving words. My Identity Girls writing team even started posting encouragement for me in our private Facebook group. These girls are my warriors…they fight for me, and even when there’s nothing more that could be done, words are always an immense source of healing and peace. When I find myself in survival mode, fighting just to make it through, my incredible friends help me to thrive. They breath life into my weakness. They bring light to my darkness. Their words are my fuel.

Beautiful words are why I love reading…why I’m a writer…why I believe in the power of stories…why testimonies matter…why sharing and cultivating messages can change lives. Words can bring life or death. I choose life.

Who can you inspire, edify, affirm, and love today through a few simple words?

Does it hurt?


“Are you comfortable?”
(Yes. The answer is always yes.)
“Does it hurt?”
(No. Well, maybe, but I’m definitely not going to say anything.)

Yesterday at the dentist, he pressed and poked around my gums to see how I was feeling in regards to the unruly wisdom teeth that will soon be gone. As he did this, he asked me to let him know if something was uncomfortable. It was all uncomfortable. For some reason, I didn’t want to irritate him or sound like a whiny patient, so I remained quiet.

“Rachael,” he said, “I can tell just by looking that this must hurt. You need to know that it’s okay to acknowledge and rate your pain. It can cause further problems or even more intense, long term pain if you don’t address it.”

It wasn’t the first time someone told me that. My entire life, I have been told this by orthodontists, dentists, and numerous doctors. What is it about me that feels the need to suppress? Why do we feel it’s bad form to be honest about what we feel? Why do we feel it is necessary to put on a smile while we are screaming on the inside?

The other night, a good friend of mine was talking to me about some difficult things that have happened in some challenging seasons of my life. She said something that really struck me. “I know you are okay, and this pain won’t last forever. But it’s okay to mourn. It’s okay to feel the pain.” I realized that she was right…I needed to allow myself to feel pain, rather than being a people pleaser and simply pretending that everything is fine.

Here is the flaw in the plan of living as if there is no pain. If we believe that this world is not perfect, that we are living for God’s kingdom, this theory makes no sense. Also, would we need Jesus if we were flawless? If our circumstances were always perfect? What would that do to his life, his message, and the grace he provided? It would be obsolete. Jesus would be out of date and insignificant.

Jesus didn’t sugarcoat. Jesus faced reality head on. Jesus didn’t suppress and put on a facade. Jesus wept. If Jesus was capable of meeting people in their suffering, having his heart broken, and crying when loss occurred, why don’t we feel the ability to do the same?

Just as my dentist talked about how things could get worse if I neglected to acknowledge my physical pain, our own denial and suppression can greatly stunt our spiritual, emotional, and mental growth as well. I am not encouraging that we become negative or dwell on the struggles in our lives, but they cannot be swept under the rug. They are part of the journey. If I ignore my health problems, they will not get better. They will get much worse, my body will become weaker, and eventually it will just waste away. What does that say about our hearts, minds, and souls? We have to accept and acknowledge the pain in order to find healing.