I can count on one hand the number of people with who I have talked about this face-to-face. I hardly know how to form the words. I can't talk about it without laughing or squirming or flushing or all three.
But I'm living under the invitation to OPEN this year, and so the story I thought best to tell at Deeper Story today required me to be open with you, with them, with anyone who reads it, about this thing. This healing thing. How I don't understand it, but I want to be open to what God would have me do with it.
If it all makes you squirmy to think about, just take comfort in the fact that I'm hiding under my desk right now. Join me with tingling fingers and a shaky voice, i speak of healing.