When my dear friend Anna asked me to consider sharing my art journal page for our latest chapter in our book, “Arise and Shine, Beloved You Are Mine,” I was surprised when the Lord reminded me of an older post from my blog also. He continues to hold onto our hands, all these years later. I am so blessed to be able to share today:
Several years ago, not long into my journey with chronic illness, I wrote a piece that seems to ask for re-examination. I long to share those words here, and a journal page God birthed in my heart all these years later:
There it was again, that old familiar wake-up call: a wave of nausea followed by a jolt of pain and then the rush of anxiety. The journey through RA/Fibromyalgia had left me well acquainted with the Night Watches of Anxiety. But this time, a word followed closely on the heels of the normal rush: HANDS, and it came so insistently that I felt there must be something my Lord wanted to uncover inside of my thoughts.
And then it all came back…
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