
He spills the confusion of his life onto my living room floor, and I attempt to piece it together and make sense of it somehow.
Then I spill my puzzle pieces onto the kitchen floor. He looks at how the chips have fallen and gives me advice as I reassemble.
We analyze every detail, turn over every stone, and ultimately search for God in the mix of it all. I thank God for the friendship I have with Shawn. (He even kinda looks like the dude pictured at left!)
Tonight, through our conversation, he helped me to discover that--in the last two weeks or so--I have been healed of so many things which caused me great torment before. Without naming them, I can quickly count four distinct burdens that were lifted from my back. It is as if a few scabs fell off me and I was surprised to find baby soft, totally new skin beneath. :)
And then he pointed out to me how much I have changed, even in just the last few months. God has clearly brought about the growth and healing that I begged Him for previously.

All these healings of which I speak have everything to do with the past. This discovery, on the first of a new year, is delightful. And it speaks to what my dear friend Anne told me a few days ago: that God is churning up my past in order to heal all wounds and prepare me for a future.
He is working in me, and He is preparing me for something which I do not yet fully know. Finally, I feel like the watch who is in the loving hands of the watchmaker or the car who is in the shop for a tune-up.
You have healed me, Lord, and you are continuing to do so. Please continue your work!