shower tree blossoms at KCC
Good Day, God!
We are fragile creatures, God, like these blossoms. And like the blossoms, we don’t last very long — at least not in our Earthly Tents. Sigh.
I suppose, God, those two observations might be viewed as a complaint. And, I am certain that part of me is complaining — wailing and kvetching. That is the unwelcomed part of me that understands Job’s wife when she tells him (repeatedly?) to “curse God and die.” Like, just get it over with!
This morning, You held that squirming angry part of me in Your Lap as I listened to a friend give the sermon at church. Laura, gently and wryly, told us about her experience in self-medicating with alcohol to damp down the pain and shame of childhood abuse.
Her real subject was her healing — the healing that comes from “touching the hem of Jesus’ garment.” She talked of the healing of the memories and how You, God, had absorbed much of what had been intended for her. I could feel then — can feel now — how You weep over us.
Imagine those old theologians insisting that You were “above” emotions! — so much “higher” that You didn’t “feel?” What utter foolishness . . . and worse.
Laura entwined her story with the story from Luke 8:43-48 of the woman suffering from the issue of blood for 12 long years. Her bleeding, her menstruation, made her unclean. Unclean for 12 years! And anyone or anything she touched became unclean. Yikes!
How like her we are. Feeling unclean. Feeling that even talking about how we feel would make others unclean. Might make YOU unclean? Might make past “nightmares” real?
You long to heal us. And, is there anyone of us that doesn’t need healing? Repeated Healing! Ah, Healing is a Lifetime Work, God. Thank You for keeping on and on with Your Healing and Loving.
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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