GOBSMACKED! I wrote in my God Calling on this day in 2022: '22 shared my PTSD experience re my brother's illness and death at Gratitude Friday...thank you.
Today, in 2023, I wrote, OMG...I was thinking this year's BFO was my first PTSD revelation.
Then I find that in 2005 I wrote at various times of my prayers for healing me and my memories around his illness and death so long ago.
Ah, 2005, eighteen years ago. I do not recall what called up those specific prayers for that period of time but it is clear that my life was still being seriously impacted by my memories. Admittedly, this is after Steps to confession to shrinks to mat work with Kubler-Ross, et al., albeit sans meds.
Ah, 2005, eighteen years ago. I do not recall what called up those specific prayers for that period of time but it is clear that my life was still being seriously impacted by my memories. Admittedly, this is after Steps to confession to shrinks to mat work with Kubler-Ross, et al., albeit sans meds.
I remain grateful that I long ago was given this gift of gratitude so I can appreciate that I am under God's guidance. Even my self-invited mistakes are, through God's grace, for my benefit.
Today I am twice- maybe thrice-blessed that all the shame I find me claiming today (a lot, thank you) is grace opening my closed door for God to flow out.
My feeling thrice-blessed bloomed with my today's reading: Indeed many things which we shall not be able to discover either by the experiment of work or by the investigations of reason, we shall deserve to be taught by importunate prayer, by the revelation of divine inspiration. -- Richard of Saint-Victor
Do not tell me God's hand is not in this, my life.
Thank you.
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