Sometimes when a group gets together and someone declares we should take turns praying aloud, a part of me screams, “DON’T MAKE ME!” Not because I don’t want to stand in the gap for others, or because I don’t want to talk to God in public, in front of others, but because my mind freezes and goes all…real. CONTINUED
It comes in flashes, these moments when I look it straight in the eye and accept it. Sometimes it’s when both my arms buzz and my fingers tingle and my back aches. Or there was the time I looked into the gentle eyes of the personnel manager and admitted I couldn’t continue with the job I had just started. Or while lying very, very still in the tube of the MRI machine, loud clacking and buzzing filling my head. CONTINUED
