Healing

I'm free to eat normally again. I had no idea that I hadn't been breathing, until I took a breath today and my fingers felt it.

I'm still working everything through. But I really didn't know how much I believed in sacramental healing until I needed it--and today, I got it. Confession, oil, and everything--and I even got to preach this. I felt it all through me.

The relational issue is solved, outwardly anyway. They say we were never not okay. I'm not completely okay with myself, and I feel very pushed (internally or by God, I'm not sure which) to work through what I need to, to stay with it until that part of me is fully rewired. But forgiveness has come, and the change that begins the healing.

In case it comes up for you--gelato is a sacrament.