She walked in slowly, not yet feeling welcome.
I’ve known her almost a year now and yet, she has a ways to go in not being afraid or unworthy.
We worked together on a matter of crisis she might not have been able to handle.
We talked about her worth. She was surprised when I listed her qualities, when I questioned whether she agreed; maybe more surprised by how strongly I insisted on her worthiness.
She broke her leg last year. We had to move her to the downstairs room of our shelter. It was a tough time.
She said to me out of the blue, in the middle of our meeting, “I can’t believe my leg doesn’t even hurt. I can’t believe that broken bone got healed.”
We both smiled.
A friend stopped by on Tuesday to talk about our programs collaborating more. We decided on a new initiative to prioritize a mother’s thinking, giving value and purpose to their lives, the gift of their child.
We prayed together; she first, then me.
I thanked God for her and the time she prayed for me, in agreement with me and the falling apart time she got me through.
I heard her sigh and felt the emotion of her surprise, my mentioning her to God.
It was raw, almost touchable, as if she felt God’s hearing of my voice.
Because in that moment, the thing we didn’t discuss, my healing, was real and she’d been a part of it.
The broken place was healed finally.
And after you have suffered a little while, the God of grace who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you. I Peter 5:10