Months. Months of waiting, praying, and pushing through the motions of caring for my child. Months, and mountains moved.
I carry stress in my body like deadweight. When I go to the chiropractor, my neck and shoulders crack like they’re made of concrete. I have slight pain in my upper body almost all of the time. It is, in part, 27 years of poor alignment habits that my healthy moving yoga classes are starting to undo. It is, in part, a physical problem, but there’s another aspect that I have overlooked.
In my last post, I wrote about waiting. I have been trying to figure out what work to pursue now that I have recovered from my depression. The LORD stuck a song in my head about waiting, a song that persisted, a song that wouldn’t go away. I was frustrated with waiting and didn’t see an end in sight. But things have changed. There is a light ahead.