What Healing Looks Like

Sometimes my S amazes me with her insight. She often struggles with word finding and expressive language, but she tries hard and is still working on it. Yet she often finds just the right things to say.

As we were in the car driving to the orthodontist's office we were talking, as usual, about choosing to look at the positive things in life and not the negative. My daughter piped up and spouted out this poem:

“I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.

I walked a mile with Sorrow;
And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.” 
― Robert Browning Hamilton

Apparently S memorized this poem many years ago and it has remained with her. Completely out of left field but totally prompted by the Holy Spirit she told her brother how much she has grown, not from the easy ways of life, but from the trials. She was completely clear and succinct with the message of her words.

Yet when asked after dinner tonight to recite the poem for her dad S couldn't do it! She doesn't perform well under pressure, but I also believe God used her in those moments in the car to connect with her brother, reiterating how God has transformed her own life. She has allowed Him to take the broken things and make her new. Her "walk with Sorrow" has not been for naught. God is good.

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