I spoke at a women's retreat a couple of weeks ago. A friend asked at the last minute (well, a few days in advance), not so much because she needed to fill a spot but because it fell into place and it just seemed right.The following Saturday there I was, in a room full of women I had never met, all eyes upon me, all faces intent, smiling and expectant. Some shared with me afterwards about how my story resonated with them; others graciously thanked me for being vulnerable. What they don't know is that my revisiting of past lessons for their benefit wrought healing in my own soul to a degree that astounds me even now. A window lifted within me to release air left over from old musty wounds and allow clean, breezy, "freshly washed sheets drying in the sunshine air" to rush in and fill me. I now breathe deeply of this delicious inner scent and it makes me feel clean inside.
Sometime I will share with you what I shared with them. For now, I am amazed at God's amazing grace.
1 comment:
To share is scary, especially the hard things. Today's reading is to "boast in our sufferings." Easy to say, not so easy to do.
I'm proud of you.
LOL R
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