Five Minutes of Writing! This week's prompt, heal, GO!
I cried, hard in to my husbands arms. Tired of struggling, pain in my neck, so much of it ever since my car accident a few years back. "I'm a writer, I need a healthy neck" I cried in to his jersey, downcast, weary of this burden. Even now as I sit to type out five minutes of writing, patches line my twitching muscles, and I'm hurting. It's been a long walk, a prayer for healing, a cry for healing, a wailing for healing. Physiotherapy, ergonomic desk situation, regular breaks, stretches and everything else in between, I wonder sometimes, will it ever be okay? It's hard to know that pain has become a part of my life and I so young and so ready to begin new seasons, seasons God is calling me in to. Yes, I am sure people will tell me it's for the best and you need to rest but I have rested enough, God is calling me to my feet, to finish the many works I have begun. It's a strange thing to be aware of pain, to nurse yourself, to almost fashion life around the "not being able to today" and the sense of losing days worth of work and truth. It is hard, there is no denying it and I am fighting along with my tears, my pain and my continual cry for "healing." A tearful need of healing and the longing for this. So I cry out again and pray for a chorus of "amens," please Abba Father, please bring this healing!
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