I have a goal of seeking to sense the sacred in the everyday, then write about my experiences (which are often expressed as poetry). This poem arose from a desire to listen better and sense God’s presence more deeply. It also stemmed from a reflective look at times when noticing has paid dividends for me in terms of heightened awareness of the sacred in my midst.
Our God sees, hears, and keeps his promises. He is the great “I am”—our self-existent, unchanging, creating, and sustaining Lord. And he is gloriously good—full of mercy, grace, love, faithfulness, and forgiveness. God’s character, including these and many more attributes described in his word, offers great comfort to hurting moms. How can this be?
Before we begin to share our stories with others and before we wrestle with how vulnerable we might want to be, it makes sense to really know our stories. My story matters and so does yours.
For the past few weeks, I have been dealing with sciatic pain – sometimes mild and sometimes excruciating. I had a hard time describing it to others. The Chronic Joy printable, Metaphor: The Language of Pain caught my eye. I thought to myself, Wow, that’s just what I need!
