Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Trauma Prayers + Kisses from the Savior

LIFT YOUR HANDS IN PRAISE
by rhymz4jesus at photobucket

  Her face carried the wear of the previous four days; her lips speaking the fullness of her heart overflowing at having been on the receiving end of miracles this week.  The couple did what any shell-shocked family would do...they kept the rhythm of the life before, walking the pattern in an attempt to return the family to "normal", they joined with the body of believers on the first day of the week, as was their custom.   She said that his words were, "We have to; how can we not?" She consented, emotionally stunned and astounded and worn all at once, thankful for his determined leading.  She held in her arms the gift they had been given again...following the rhythm, the pattern...following the familiar path to the church nursery.  They clung to each other - her arms encircling comfort and protection which she had provided for close to two years; her gift sunk deep into her chest, as if the wee one would have crawled through her heart and down into the safety of the womb once again if it were only possible. 

The little gift smiled at the nursery workers who had prayed for her and with her during the first hours after breath had been forced out of lungs so severely that Careflight was called...her mother sharing that they had returned from the journey of facing off with death just Saturday evening - and now it was Sunday morning and the numb of being in the center of death and the blessing of being in the center of the miracle was all mixed together as she shared the story.  And there in the fellowship of women, she shared concern still deep, that the horse stepping on the gift wasn't the only trauma...needles and procedures and the strangeness of the hospital was now lodged in a toddler's heart and mind and the little one was clinging tight to maternal stability...

And I was the one standing closest, petting a tender little head to communicate comfort and understanding - the Spirit strong in saying we don't need to wait for altar call to pray - so warrior mother and one who has been given the privilege of praying over trauma many times in the past laid our hands on the small bruised body, wounded heart, sensitive spirit and went to the throne on the gift's behalf, and as we prayed, that head lifted up, fear being replaced with confidence; trauma memory uprooted by the joy and peace from the Holy Spirit filling up the being and we watched the truth of beauty being given in the place of ashes become real for a toddler as that little gift opened up to life abundant again, climbing from the lap of safety and engaging in what had been her normal Sunday morning activity for almost two years, as if nothing unusual had happened over the past week and it all happened in the fellowship of women at the gathering of believers on the first day of the week...

And we all felt the kisses of the Lord as our hearts and hands praised His lovingkindness...

Joining with Emily and other imperfects at Imperfect Prose

15 comments:

Lisa notes... said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

What a powerful story... I thank God that you women were there, gathered. Sometimes that's all we can do for each other and that is enough.

Brian Miller said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

mmm...glad you were there whenthe time was right...agree with lisa too...being there is key...and being available...

Cathy said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Never underestimate the power of a good woman's willing heart and the fortuitous luck of being in the right place at the right time...

Sarah Louise Upjohn said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Amazing.

On a slightly more shallow note, I love how you kept referring to the little one as "the gift."

alittlebitograce said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

This story moves me to tears. Such a powerful privilege and blessing we have to take everything to prayer.

emily wierenga said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

oh wow.

no words friend... xo

Jen said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

To reach out to touch, to offer, the comfort, the prayer, and amazingly, how we are never left unmoved.

Tiffini said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

I loved reading this today because I am often thinking of the reality that we can go to the throne room and I imagine Christ followers of all races and places in their journeys at the same time lifting up cries of the heart in all languages and I .. we...by His grace get to join. I can't get enough of it lately
xo

Jennifer said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

This is a beautiful picture of the body of Christ coming together in His name and to His glory! God is so good! Thank you, Cindy, for letting us witness and praise with you!

Jen said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Wow! What a powerful story of prayer! We serve an amazing God. I love that you titled it Kisses from the Savior.

misty said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

beautifully written...

Jen said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Wow! What a powerful story of prayer! We serve an amazing God. I love that you titled it Kisses from the Savior.

emily wierenga said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

oh wow.

no words friend... xo

Cathy said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

Never underestimate the power of a good woman's willing heart and the fortuitous luck of being in the right place at the right time...

Lisa notes... said...Best Blogger Tips[Reply to comment]Best Blogger Templates

What a powerful story... I thank God that you women were there, gathered. Sometimes that's all we can do for each other and that is enough.