I am fully on my face, waiting for God to take my hand.
Like a blind woman.
Most days, I don’t ‘know’ what to do. My ‘to-do list’ is empty. This autumn season taught me to reach for God’s cloak, this winter has taught me to wait for Him.
My brain doesn’t work the way it used to. The uber-organized, relationship focused Joanna has disappeared.
Praying is difficult.
TV leaves me saddened.
Listening to others sad stories crushes me.
Hearing mundane complaints makes me want to turn and run.
Answer the question, “How are you?” boggles my brain.
Ambiguous comments and indirect speech where people don’t say what they want nor feel, is a language I can’t decode. It hurts my heart and pains my mind. I can’t make sense of this. Life seems to be pretty black and white to me at the moment.
“Will it help my family?”
“Will it help me take better care of myself?”
Sorry environmental concerns, fundraising for Africa, dust bunnies in the corners, life has collapsed in the Cann household and we are starting the rebuilding from the bottom.
Healing the people.
I am completely with my family, but completely removed from my life.
This is a Holy time.
With no judgement for myself or others.
With only sadness, love, desperation, laughter and rich family times all cuddled together like a beautiful rose wrapped present.
Removed from expectations, to do’s, fringe friendships, busyness.
Every night I lay in amazement at how God works everything out. How He holds me close and takes my hand. I am humbled by the people walking closely with me and how they know how to help without me saying a word. I lay in awe at the infiniteness of God and how finite He is with me.
The small things.
The whispers during my quiet days.
Multitude of coincidences.
Grief, what a gift!