During the prayers of the day, there was one less “amen”.
This book is written in a barren period of loss with an attempt to move forward towards substance.
Fear manifested itself as a physical presence that seemed to dominate the public sphere. Time almost stopped. Even without confirmation I could sense that something had gone terribly wrong.
The heart aches in brokenness as daylight awakens the pain of knowing.
Like my loved one, I am convinced that we all have critical conditions. Battles that we undertake behind the hospitals, in lonely alleys, secret locations and sometimes public places that are out of reach to those who seem to care.
This book attempts to record a journey to restoration that applies to ordinary people like you and I. It is a shot towards healing. A step headed for a new consciousness. It emerges from a moment in time where all seems lost.
I do not claim to be a healer: only God is the Healer.
Instead of hating, my heart cries mercy! Mercy on me! Mercy on me! Mercy on me!
I could smell the food fill up my hunger before the order was even placed.
I found that when it hurt, sometimes the most effective response was to feel the pain rather than wish it away or pretend it was not there.
I don’t know what more to say… I did not follow up in the days to come. I did not, I did, I should, I could… Just like that, I let that entire ordeal go.