October 13th

Without waxing poetic and in an attempt to explain the title, something occurred to me that I just had not thought about in...Well in a long time. I made it threw yesterday without the great sadness that is usually there and spent the evening in the ER to find out if my shin is broken or just still badly bruised.



Sat waiting, while listening to The Shack on my I-Pod and reading my bible study book, When Wallflowers Dance, so I can make sure I am prepared to lead the small group later today. The study book is pretty good but does not really match where I find myself in life right now.



I am already dancing.



The thing I remembered though, threw answering the study questions...the thing I can hardly believe I filed away and forgot...?



The one and only time I heard an audible voice that I know was God.



Right after Gil died I found myself living alone for the first time in my whole life and it was HARD, really.



Death sounded like a good rest. It was then, during that grief, when God spoke to my heart and said:

"I love you child, you have always been mine."

There in the darkness of a bedroom I shared with a man who could not ever really love me, the real me, I felt peace. The line of encouragement and is tangible proof that He answers the cry of our hearts, not always like we think He should. But He answers.