God set me on the path of healing again. Turn me to the rising sun when I need to be inspired. Turn me to the wilderness when I need to be lost. Turn me toward the world when I need to work. Turn me toward the mountain when I need to retreat. So that on turning I find Your loving grace all around. (Prayer by Becca Stevens in Love Heals)
A week ago, walking on uneven ground, I sprained my ankle. The pain of healing has slowed me down. The injury is not a surprise as I walk in the wilderness of this second flooding in less than two years.
Several people have commented that it must be easier handling the second flooding of my home. Some say that since I know the drill it must not be as difficult.
These are very kind and very caring people, and because they love me I think they may hope it’s easier.
But as a friend commented, a second broken arm hurts as much as the first. You may know better how the healing process goes, but the familiarity does not make it easier.
As Becca Stevens writes, I am back in the wilderness again. I am lost, but I learned tools in the last flood that assure me that what is lost will be found. I do know from the first flood that there is great beauty in the wilderness.
I wish I were not back in the wilderness, but I know I am being found. I also know that there is the beauty of love, companionship, unexpected gifts, and abounding grace.
Yes. It hurts. And still I am thankful.