Nothing about this process of healing is something I can anticipate. Every twinge of throat scraping reality hits anytime any place when I'm least expecting to lose my guard. My guard. I have never had the capacity to do all things motherhood while deeply feeling so cripple. Is this considered denial? But God...
"We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves."
2 Corinthians 4:7
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