But I can't move just yet because all I've had to mark this journey toward health, to celebrate this gift of healing is a few small stones I've picked up and turned over in my hands again and again with offers of thanks abundant on my lips.
I thought I'd take these small stones with me, thought the clanking in my pocket would act as reminders of the desert sands I've traveled through sickness and anxiety, heart pounding with fears, mind saturated with fog and body aching with exhaustion and discomfort toward freedom and healing.
But I need rocks for this -- not these small, smooth stones, like ones my boys bring in from the backyard, but large landscaping stones, solid and glistening and unmovable.
Though there is still road to be traveled, that which has been tread so far calls for me to stop and pile stones of remembrance here at the place of realization:
that for which I prayed feverently, unabashedly, loudly, that for which I clanked noisy cymbals and clanged on and on like a noisy gong doing rain dances in the middle of this desert beneath the vastness of heavens, has been given. I have been delivered from the desert and satisfied with manna and I now stand before lush green land.
It has been given -- this healing of body and most importantly this healing of spirit and mind and heart. And to mark the time and space in which it has been given is necessary; it's needed so that I can look back and remember the grace, the mercy, the love rained down on thirsty skin.
But more importantly, I need to push rocks of remembrance together, piled high, to not just celebrate the gift of healing but to make an alter for remembering the goodness of the Giver.
To remember the gift itself is wonderful and carrying stones in my pocket would have sufficed.
But seeing the Gift Giver Himself revealed requires rocks of remembrance and praise that reflects what my eyes have seen: a tall and towering, strong and solid, a faithful and lasting Almighty Healer, my God.
Editor's Note November 2012: If you are looking for information on restoring and healing your digestive system, please know that The Body Ecology Diet helped me, but it didn't completely restore my health. My body actually stalled out on the the diet, and I needed to go off it to heal other parts of my body. You can read about my last steps in healing by clicking here.
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