The one where I tell you about OCD -- My newly minted twelve-year-old anxiously observes from the back seat, “Mom, none of them look nervous.” My face smiles. My brain screams. My heart breaks. It seems to still be human nature to assume our internal chaos is a unique and isolated event. She looks out her rainy January window as we pull up to her middle school for the first time after Christmas break. “See, Mom. They’re fine.”
I am convinced that it is our deepest vulnerabilities that God adores and where we can meet wild and pure Grace.Some are called to be utterly transparent in sharing their angle of the Gospel story lived and seasoned. You are one of those messengers joining the ancients of a holy tradition.
Jenny- You unpack this so well for those of us who don't fully grasp the grip that OCD can have on someone. I know you have done lots of personal work to get to the point where you can articulate and illustrate it so well. Clearly, there is a lot of fear gripping people all around us. Keep nudging us to look through new lenses and consider our relationship with fear. Love, Mom
I am convinced that it is our deepest vulnerabilities that God adores and where we can meet wild and pure Grace.Some are called to be utterly transparent in sharing their angle of the Gospel story lived and seasoned. You are one of those messengers joining the ancients of a holy tradition.
Jenny- You unpack this so well for those of us who don't fully grasp the grip that OCD can have on someone. I know you have done lots of personal work to get to the point where you can articulate and illustrate it so well. Clearly, there is a lot of fear gripping people all around us. Keep nudging us to look through new lenses and consider our relationship with fear. Love, Mom