Holding on to hope.

I’ve some lovely Christian friends who want to pray for me (read decree, declare and shout over me)

I know God never leaves me but it life is still hard at times. Even Jesus acknowledged that in Gethsemane. I’ve childhood trauma to walk through, holding daddy God’s hand. I’m human and scared but I know he walks with me.

A lovely friend bought me this stone.
It is smooth and rough and sits in the palm of my hand.
If I fiddle with it when I am feeling stressed the sensations in my hand helps me to stay connected to my body and not float away and disconnect. 

I’m currently sat in a medical treatment room waiting to see the burns team. As a nurse everything looks familiar except I’m on the wrong side at the moment. The pain in my arm as the nurse took the dressing off is keeping me rooted in the now so I can’t disassociate help!

In my hand though,  I can hold on to my stone, hold on to the hope that things will get better.