"God Remains with Us Through Every Hard and Holy Moment"
Navigating Faith Through Medical Traumas
Happy weekend friends. Right now, I’m neck deep in seminary finals and end of the year happenings for the kids, so this week I’m sharing a guest piece I authored for my friends over at (In)Courage. I hope that these words resonate with you:
There was a thick burnt orange line painted across the hospital tiles. That line, that final threshold is the point of separation where parents part from their children as the nurses wheel them into the operating room while lying in their beds. I found myself grasping for ways to ground myself as my feet pivoted. The wall was blue. The sign above was red. My daughter- my daughter. Orange. Orange. Orange. It was a battle to stay in my body without collapsing- to force my feet to go in the opposite direction, away from that place of departure.
But as I lifted my gaze from the floor, I almost lost it again. Because the processional of beds accompanied by parents and nurses stretched several children back. The child right behind my daughter couldn’t have been more than a month old, the dark skin on his chest rising and falling peacefully as I noticed his parent’s countenance matching my own. And after briefly observing the families behind ours, lined up in similar formation, I couldn’t help but notice that this shared journey was a parade of sorts.
Read the rest here:
https://incourage.me/?p=238664
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Keep your eyes peeled for a new Untidy Faith Podcast episode on Monday with Kate Boyd and friends where we talk about the religious imagery in TTPD, and the intersection of faith & culture. We’re down bad.
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Liz
