Healing
Courtney
I've learned over the past few years that healing happens when you're not paying attention.  Just when you're living your life.  I know that this post deserves so much more than I am capable of giving right this second, but I wanted to share something with all of you who've been reading this blog from the beginning.

Healing.

Last Wednesday night my mom's church had a Trunk-or-Treat.  I don't have words except to tell you that my brother and I sat in the back of my mom's jeep and passed out candy together.  There was no tension.  There was nothing but us, my mom, Stace, the kids, and Halloween.  I can only give that one to God.  Only he can redeem something like that.
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  1. Anonymous Says:
    November 2, 2011 at 7:20 PM

    Oh my gosh this gave me chills, Courtney!! Praise God! I am so proud of your for accepting the healing. That can be so-so hard; the accepting. Hugs.

    Reese


  2. Tia Says:
    November 3, 2011 at 10:24 AM

    Loved reading this today. Thinking about you.


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