How do you mend a broken heart? How do you find healing from the deepest ache? How do you comfort aching arms? These are things I’m still working through, but what I can say is this: when God works, I can feel it. I can sense it and it and I get an overwhelming feeling of someone I need to see, something I need to do. Wednesday was one of those God days that can’t be described with words. I have ached and fought for healing. God is always there, but you can’t rush grief. There’s no timeline, no recipe. And it’s not just one all encompassing prayer for healing. I’ve prayed specifically to be able to hold friends’ sweet babies without ache, to be able the meet for coffee and talk about life without drowning in sorrow, to be able to do things without fear of how I’ll respond…to just…be able. He has been working on my tender heart, strengthening it, holding it. Yesterday He worked a miracle as only He can. The smile in this picture is not only real, but behind it is a joy that is true. He told me I was ready. It was time to meet a friend for coffee and cry. Not a sorrowful cry, but a healing one. One that leaves you filled, not empty. It was time to hold this sweet bundle that I have been praying for so long to be able to do. And just like only God can, He didn’t just give me the strength to be able…He gave me a peace and joy in my heart that surpasses understanding. No sadness. No pain. Unexplainable JOY. Forgetting? Never. Changed? Forever. Healing? Lifelong. Day by day. Complete on the day of all healing. Praise God from Whom all blessings flow. Amen and amen!!
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