My Angels
I recently had a meek, thoughtful and soft spoken neighbor stop by to get to know Mark better.
I was sitting at the computer when I heard his calm voice and an immediate trigger memory entered my mind of the last time he was inside my home. The memory was so real it was as if I was watching it replay all over again in fast motion but feeling all that was there as well.
My loving neighbor that knew my situation reached out to him to see if he would be willing to meet with me and help go through some of my finances because of his expertise.
I had already sat with an accountant that while looking me in my eyes and cupping my hands he apologized, explained, showed and established what certain charges really were. There was more devastation and deceit in seeing his lies have a timeline and proof confirmed. I cried and felt so much embarrassment of having to share some of the intimate parts of our finances and his choices even though I was so desperate to find truth.
When he arrived I was broken, weak, lacked sleep, food and felt so much shame in why I needed his help. I had a pretty good idea of what he would find and was better prepared to buffer my shocking and disappointed reactions.
He was patient, calm and so kind. The way he looked at me exuded so much of his heartbreak for me. I could feel truly how sorry he was for my situation as he expressed it.
Fast forward to the gratitude that snapped me out of my stinging memories.
I love this man for helping me in such a hopeless time. He and his wife checked in with my kids and me often to see how we were doing. And now he was sitting and engaging with my husband. He also shared this experience with Mark and how it’s good to see the light, hope and joy of life back in me.
I couldn’t agree more. The pendulum swing that took me to some of my darkest days has swung me farther in the upside to have more gratitude for all the good in my life. Although these triggers are sorrowful I love having the contrast too.
I love remembering how mindful God is of me and my family. I love recalling the angels around me that literally held me up.
What good has come from your trauma?
