My husband and I went out of town for a week and while away, I got in a "fight with a recliner." What? How can that be? Well, it's simple really.
I was sitting in a reclincer where the footstool has to be pushed down with one's legs so it wil lock in place, and this footstool would not lock, and so I kept pushing and pushing and pushing until I severely sprained my right ankle and knee.
After a trip to Emergency and xrays, I been immobile for more than I week,
During this time, I have had a LOT of time to think, pray and reflect (as well as watching way too many movies), and I realize that this downtime is something I needed even more than the week's vacation.
Being injured and wounded has reminded me of how injuries and wounds can take a toll not only on our body, but on our heart, soul and mind, as well.
Being injured, wounded and afflicted with pain, I am also reminded of the wounds and the scars I bare from the injury of loss and grief, especially the loss of our son, Kevin. No matter how many years pass from the time of the injury, the wounds and scars are still still with me, and I am learning how to not only live with the woundedness, but living through the wounds.
I have found that the more I "open myself to being healed, the more I discover how deep my wounds are. The search for true healing will be a suffering search, Many tears still need to be shed.The great challenge is living through the wounds instead of thinking them through. The choice we face is whether we are taking the hurts to our head or to our heart. In our head we can analyze them, find their causes and consequences. But no final healing is likely to come from that source. We need to let our wounds go down into our heart, then we can live them through and discover that they wil not destroy us. Our heart is greater than our wounds." -Henri Nouwen, "The Inner Voice of Love."
As I limp along, somewhat crippled from my injury, I feel the pain, discomfort and frustration of not being able to live my normal life, and I am reminded that like the grief that injured me after Kevin's death, I must continue to let go of the need to be in control of my pain and "trust in the healing power of my heart," but mostly the comfort from our Heavenly parent.
How about you, preciuis Mom? Are you being gentle with yourself, learning to live through your woundedness with your heart, and the comfort from our loving Heavenly parent? I pray so, oh how I pray so!
With Love and Blessings,
Angie "a mom like you"
www.amotherlikeme.info
amotherlikeme@gmail.com
I was sitting in a reclincer where the footstool has to be pushed down with one's legs so it wil lock in place, and this footstool would not lock, and so I kept pushing and pushing and pushing until I severely sprained my right ankle and knee.
After a trip to Emergency and xrays, I been immobile for more than I week,
During this time, I have had a LOT of time to think, pray and reflect (as well as watching way too many movies), and I realize that this downtime is something I needed even more than the week's vacation.
Being injured and wounded has reminded me of how injuries and wounds can take a toll not only on our body, but on our heart, soul and mind, as well.
Being injured, wounded and afflicted with pain, I am also reminded of the wounds and the scars I bare from the injury of loss and grief, especially the loss of our son, Kevin. No matter how many years pass from the time of the injury, the wounds and scars are still still with me, and I am learning how to not only live with the woundedness, but living through the wounds.
I have found that the more I "open myself to being healed, the more I discover how deep my wounds are. The search for true healing will be a suffering search, Many tears still need to be shed.The great challenge is living through the wounds instead of thinking them through. The choice we face is whether we are taking the hurts to our head or to our heart. In our head we can analyze them, find their causes and consequences. But no final healing is likely to come from that source. We need to let our wounds go down into our heart, then we can live them through and discover that they wil not destroy us. Our heart is greater than our wounds." -Henri Nouwen, "The Inner Voice of Love."
As I limp along, somewhat crippled from my injury, I feel the pain, discomfort and frustration of not being able to live my normal life, and I am reminded that like the grief that injured me after Kevin's death, I must continue to let go of the need to be in control of my pain and "trust in the healing power of my heart," but mostly the comfort from our Heavenly parent.
How about you, preciuis Mom? Are you being gentle with yourself, learning to live through your woundedness with your heart, and the comfort from our loving Heavenly parent? I pray so, oh how I pray so!
With Love and Blessings,
Angie "a mom like you"
www.amotherlikeme.info
amotherlikeme@gmail.com
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