Friday April 22 2016
This plunging into the past, this prodding and probing of old wounds hurts so badly, and the healing and progress feels so terribly slow. There is no end in sight except a new beginning. There is no resurrection without death. I know that after this battle I will walk with a limp, and the choice between humility and humiliation seems at times too much to bear.
Like a shaft of lightning the Sword of the Healer flickers through the gloom; the piercing truth and beauty of his words captivate me, providing just enough
rays of light to keep stumbling forward in the dark, trusting that one day every uncertain step will have brought me safely home.
Sow to yourselves in righteousness,
reap in mercy; break up your fallow ground:
for it is time to seek the LORD, till he come and rain righteousness upon you.
reap in mercy; break up your fallow ground:
for it is time to seek the LORD, till he come and rain righteousness upon you.
Hosea 10.12
