My 4 year old is going through some growing pains right now. Her legs hurt specifically. My 15 year old old is having teenage growing pains. My 10 year old has ADHD growing pains. Me? I have too many to list. It hurts my brain. Really.
For my youngest, I massage and give warm showers/baths and Tylenol as needed. For my middle, I have a Pinterest board for ADHD strategies. As for my teenager, I made a sign that says, “pull thy sticketh out of thy butteth.” It’s awesome. For me, my growing pains aren’t so easily fixed.
Today as I was in a highly stressful situation, all I could do was try to control my tears. Try to control my disgust for the way people behave. The tears rolled down silently. People were told it was my migraine. I’m hurting for sure, but it wasn’t my migraine causing the wetness falling off my cheeks. It was the lack of common decency in people. It was the ability for people to sit near me knowing they had done wrong-and simply not caring. And it was the soul crushing hurt that they will never care. And there’s nothing I can really do about it.
We finally left. While I sat silently, this song was pressed upon my spirit.
Dry Bones. Come Alive. “Up out of the ashes let us see an army rise…”
I’m dry. My spirit is calling out. I want an awakening. I need an awakening. I’m covered in ashes, dirty and broken and lost. But I know the way out. Praying for renewed strength and sight.