There are a lot of complex layers to the healing process, but thankfully, the first step is simple. Be still and know. Know that God has never left you or forsaken you. Know that He is good, and He loves you. Know that He alone holds the future in His hands with sovereign grace, wisdom, provision, and protection.

If love is the respected patriarch of the Christian faith than joy, from my best conclusions, is the crazy Uncle Harry of the family. 

What if someone’s circumstances don’t get better? What if the wishes don’t get granted and the desires go unmet? Does that make God less redemptive? Does it make him less good? Does redemption equal healing? Does it mean a healthy marriage or steady income or ease and comfort? Is God’s redemption reserved only for the prosperous?

There’s a ragged old man who sits outside my front door. He’s a beggar. You only need to catch a passing whiff of his odor to know he doesn’t own a bathtub with soaps and salts and a razor. I’m sure he’s craving a warm meal on these cold winter nights.

The forgetfulness has been a big thing that has caught me off guard.  My brain doesn’t work like it should, and it gets frustrating.  Like I forget to put shoes on.  And my poor phone gets forgotten all the time, everyday.  I wasn’t expecting simple things to become so overwhelming.  Maybe it’s from exhaustion, but it’s as if everything inside my head is at capacity – it can’t process anything else.  It’s buffering.