Finding myself arrived into April, it is as if I have been struck with a mild but unsettling case of amnesia, wherein I cannot remember who I was pre-somewhere-in-February or where I have been for more than a month.
In this digging-myself-out week, I have been slowly slowly returning to feet-on-solid-ground. I organized my desk. I stood in my kitchen and did the prayerful cooking. I sat with Good friends, and listened with my heart as they spoke Truth into and over me, in the places where it has been stolen. And then I sat with God, who rocked me sweet to sleep.
Then, this morning, after a night of I-am-dead-to-the-world-and-I-need-not-see-the-5am-sky, I woke up to this:
As if God were saying:
Don't worry baby, you didn't miss a thing.
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