Storms surrounding me one year ago, I took up the arms declared to me that I had used in years past to run for cover. Knowing that the sun was fleeting and the clouds were moving in fast, I had no other choice but to breathe deep and take in whatever there was in this life that could help save me.
The hospital room was bleak, smelled sterile and formed around me faster than I could run from it. I feared the consequences of asking for help. Did this define me? Was my weakness my downfall? Would this go down in my playlist of life as a weak cry to try to piece it all together? My life that is. The past, the present, my future pardon I was crying out for. In that moment that I had asked for help, I found myself more lost than I had ever been, completely consumed in a scrapbook of the life I had lived so far. One that had taken me on a fateful plank that ultimately drove me to the place that required me to be completely broken and bare for the world to see. I was loved and had loved thousands of years deeper than I could had ever imagined, yet was I lost in the darkness of my own mind? I was chasing the hours and seeking the wind that was passing through my hair like a summer’s eve just venturing through, I had no idea how to recon a life that had brought me to that place. Shaking and alone, I was left at the doorstep of a seemingly closed door that I begged would somehow open in the depths of my despair. I was asking for help to fill my atmosphere with a kind of air that I could take in where I believed I was enough to breath it into my lungs. But first I had to cry out. I had to be dark enough to seek the light and deep into the finding of my own failures that I could ask for a way to guide me through it all.
The beauty of it all is that I was able to find help.
Running toward life with both arms wide open I found people, places and coping mechanisms that brought me to the place I needed to be. One year ago, I begged for refuge and I found it. In hope I rose to a place where God found me, He begged me to follow and I did.
For those of you who have followed me on my journey, you’ll recall that one year ago I was admitted to a hospital that changed my life. A rallying cry of fire burned blazes inside me and a forever light took place that ultimately shone in the form of forgiveness and bounty. Love won and God awoke a part inside me that I never knew existed. That of peace, surrender and a fight inside myself I didn’t know could forever change me.
One year ago, I sat humbly in that hospital room, celebrating a fade that didn’t occur. Sadly one that doesn’t reach all who felt as dark as I did. Love was shining on me then, and it is now. Never give up, never take defeat as a signal inside you that makes you give up hope. No matter what!
A few years back, I wrote a book about overcoming the most impossible of odds to find my way back from the brinks of the deepest kind of tragedy, the loss of two little infant sons. God was a dismal light in my existence at that time, but nonetheless He was there. I just didn’t see it as brightly as I do now. My faith was weak and my idea of Jesus was confused. Yet, God was there. In the smallest yet grandest of ways. He brought me through that time and I was able to write about it and publish a book that has touched the lives of many women who have buried babies. Love is not something to take for granted, it is a gift that exists when we give up our arms against an intrusion that may surface when we find ourselves at the weakness of our circumstances. Love wins. God’s perfection exists when we surrender to Him.
…Which I did last year as I looked around a sterile hospital room that I almost walked out of to run for the door when it all became too real. I saw the road in front of me and I FREAKED out. I didn’t want to march the path in front of me, put in the work and give up the vices that plagued me and brought me there. Yet somehow I stayed and surrendered to a gift that was being strung in front of me, one that would make me dig deep and go further than I wanted to go. I knew I had to stay and be kept in a place that had the ability to teach me life saving techniques that would eventually save me. God kept me there that night, I surrendered and became more than I could have ever imagined in the act of giving up what I thought made me strong, yet kept me weak.
On the eve of the anniversary of the night I sought and found hope, I find myself nosologic. I am thankful, but mostly I am in awe of what God can do if we truly surrender to Him, for today I am a healed woman.
Give up your arms that fight against your inner healing and find peace in knowing that when you surrender to whatever it may be, that you have the chance to not be separated from peace. You have the right to claim it on you like chariots of sunlight that overtake you after a battle you had no idea that you could fight.
Live in the light and seek the freedom that can be yours. As it has become mine.