I was searching for a word, or phrase, for what happens to us when we can’t face a trauma that has occurred. Whether it’s an injury, or an event, like the tragic situations we’ve seen in the news recently, or a chronic life circumstance. In my search, I found the words “numb” and “disconnected”. They hit home. Healthguide.org
It’s been a particularly tough week in the world, shouldered on a summer of some major personal changes. Morgan and I are facing more than a few “last times” as she grows older. We are prayerfully continuing our search for “what’s next” in this new season.
Yesterday, after the storms, Morgan said “I want to see more rainbows.” I smiled and said, “Me too, Morgan. Me too!” She had put into words what I’d been feeling lately, or rather, NOT feeling. When we are in the middle of that gray numbness, there may be a disconnection from pain, but there is also a disconnect from passion and joy. A good reminder to mom that it’s time to plug in again, and do a little rainbow hunting.
I pointed to our mailbox, where we had planted a spring mix on another gray day. A couple of weeks ago, they still looked like weeds. Now they are showing off a few sweet hues of promise. Sometimes it is so hard to find rainbows on dreary days. But if we don’t give in to the gray, if we keep searching, rainbows are waiting in new places, to be seen and enjoyed.
Until Next Time,
Know The Hope!
Foot note: Click on the link to Healthguide.org for some tips to chase away the gray.