looking at my finger, talking about the doctor's statements of finality, taking it all in, "it'll be okay..."
needing clarification, having a hard time believing/hearing what my heart so need to be hearing, "what?"
"it'll be okay... your finger, it'll get stronger..."
I felt encouraged, understood, an almost relieved to feel such support.
"... and no one thinks any less of you because of your finger"
tears streamed down my face, as all I could conjure was a wimpering, "thank you!"
I couldn't even begin to describe the amazingness of the whole experience/encounter. God knew what I needed, exactly what I longed to know, but couldn't bring myself to believe as truth... spoken, verbalized, by a trusted & respected friend.
*tears stream down my face, again*
this whole ordeal has been difficult. and now, each time I look at my finger, feel it funky as I try to do something with it, or whatever... I'm reminded of the sincerity of the words, the deepness of the look, and the truth that came directly from Our Father & I melt!
