Sunday, July 22, 2007

This Path

I took those words, "It is not what you are nor what you have been that God sees with his all-merciful eyes, but what you desire to be." with me to Mass this afternoon. I felt a quiet joy within me as I went.

It was one of those Sundays where tears just kept welling up within me. Good tears. The kind of tears, had I been in solitude, would have become a torrent. It's been a long time since I felt so weepy at Mass. Every time I turned around [what, you didn't know we turned around at Mass?! :)] hearing God's word proclaimed reduced me to tears. It's been a long while since I felt pierced by God's word. Or had pictures come into my head in response to prayer.

One picture that came into my mind was that of being carried into rehab in the arms of Christ. And after it came into my head I thought to myself, wait, that doesn't make sense because where is he carrying me? Shouldn't I be getting carried towards him not by him? I mean is he carrying me to the counselors? They aren't going to heal me. Or are they? I had quite the little arguement in my mind about it all. Eventually I let it go and kept with me the picture of being carried by him into rehab.

Then, after receiving the Eucharist I felt like I was being held and rocked within safe arms. I turned, lifted my head and told Jesus, with one finger, you could heal all of me....the physical, the emotional, the addictions. And as soon as I said that I got a picture of myself with bleeding knees and a rocky path ahead of me. And he seemed to say, this is your path. Tonight I trust that this path I'm on is right where I'm supposed to be and that healing will come. It just might not look like what I'm expecting. But I do trust that I'm being carried, being held as I go.

7 comments:

annie said...

Oh Hope, I believe nothing is more true than that He will carry you to and through rehab. And you will be a richer person for the experience. I wish you well, and will pray for you as you go.

Poor Mad Peter said...

God's grace in this part of the long journey, Hopester.

Jim said...

Hope: When I pray for others, especially those who face illness or addictions, I always approach God with a "vision" of placing them into His hands, much as one might transfer their child into the arms of their father. Instant "deliverance" from some things, it seems to me, would require an erasing of all memory concerning the beast; and I'm not so sure (in my case, anyway) that strength and character and other qualities aren't better achieved by placing our hand in His and walking forward.

Just my thoughts. So much gain is already evident within your words. His grace is sufficient. You can do this....

daisymarie said...

carried and held...those are the images that get me through each and every day.

It's funny. I don't think about heaven. I don't need to. To be carried and held is lavish love indeed...and the rest is all gravy!!!

Stephen said...

Don't know you, but I'm praying for you and enjoy reading your blog. Are you still doing the food in the Radiant Recovery fashion? I read some of your past posts about that... I never got involved with alcohol, but i'm a sugar addict on step 4 of recovery...

Best,
Lisa G

Val said...

(((((Hope)))))

Anonymous said...

Wonderful, Hope. Also wonderful hope.
love,
Mich