Surrender to the Sensation.
My daily prayers within these walls, within my own mind, completely surrounded by people but “alone” by the standards of the world because Church isn’t where I go regularly to find Him. I meet Him here. IN my daily callings out to the Lord for help and creativity when my son is outside of his thinking brain, trying only to survive. As I watch him claw and scrape at all of us around, left bleeding and so confused by what could have set him off, I call out. I need you now, not 4 days from now when I might show up to a building, painted face and perfect clothing. I need you now. While I may not receive an epiphany from each desperate cry, breath fills my lungs, heart beats blood throughout, I’m alive.
Looking back.
The waves of healing came, surge after painful surge. It took years to learn what that season had for me. The lessons I’ve learned are still with me. They inform my parenting, how I care for people, the way I see challenges, and I am still being hit in the face with waves of healing.
