Tomorrow begins my deliberate crumble. My healthy resolve to fall into pieces and I find myself fascinated at how God designed us as human beings to recover. Did you know that the body has 4 stages of healing when wounded?
- Red blood cells form a blood clot, which helps stop the bleeding and creates a temporary barrier.
- The inflammation phase where the body sends white blood cells to capture and fight off any rogue bacteria might have gotten through.
- Then the Fibroblast cells enter the wound, dropping off collagen, that forms connective skin tissue to replace what was lost.
- Then the dermis and epidermis connect and contract to close the wound.
Amazingly after this full process, the skin is likely to be much stronger than it was before the wound.
My journey with Katie Grace is much like the four stages of healing. I had already had a deep cut when we left Georgia, our whole family did, Katie Grace was like our inflammation phase, she was our white blood cells, and walking through life with her was collagen, it formed the connective skin tissues that replaced what we lost in Georgia. Her death, was our final stage of healing with her, and it closed the wound in many ways.
I find myself missing not just Katie Grace but the healing presence she brought.
The house is filled with only the sound of worship. My head leans back into the softness of the olive colored chair, finding it’s nook amongst the cushion. With each breath out blows the holding on and with each inhale brings a stillness my heart fears. Then I see it, the tight hold of my hand, and I know it has been my heart. Soft words are spoken.
“Will you let me peel back the layers covering you? Will you let me in so I can bring you out?”
And just like a healed wound is gentle unwrapped, I know God is calling me out to slowly and deliberately let him pull back the gauze I have used to hold me together. He is asking me to trust that the wound is healed. That it is better then ever before. That I am better then ever before.
To be honest I thought it would be easier. I fashioned myself to not be a victim of what life handed me and in all of that I find that it is a harsh reality to also not stay a victim after Katie Grace has passed. My life the last 5 years has been my yes possibly meaning no, always having a backup plan, and to always not know what is going to happen and when. That style of living allots you a trump card, a way to not go somewhere if you don’t want to. To not have to really follow through and it’s valid when you are in the middle of it. It is valid to have that trump card. But when you step out, when your life doesn’t need a trump card, you need to latch onto the new reality. To realize that it is time to allow the layers be peeled back. It is why the Lord’s sweet voice calls out. It is a stage in the healing process. This is where you find how much you have grown, how much you have changed, how much you have inside of you.
Unraveling the bandage for me looks like follow through, it looks like clear communication, it looks my yes meaning yes, and my no meaning no. To do that though, to have follow through, I need to trust who I am. I need to trust that as God unravels the bandage, as he peels back the layers of white, that what I find is not a skinny arm, cut open, unused for 5 years, but instead I will find a whole, strong arm, put back together better than when first formed, with a skin held tighter together then ever before.
God’s grace and presence never left me, never abandoned me. To trust the process, to chose a deliberate crumble, is to walk out the belief of that truth.
Tomorrow begins my deliberate crumble.