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Okay, let’s get back to where we left off in this series, Nana Holds. Grab your coffee and come with me to court where John is standing before the judge giving a progress report and his dad and Jenna are in the audience, practically holding their breath.
I wasn’t there, but I can just picture George sitting nervously, picking at his cuticles, first from his thumb and then each and every finger. Why was he so nervous? This was the day that the Court would announce its decision as to whether John would start completely over to satisfy the debt owed or whether he would resume from where he left off, thus bringing him home in the next few months.
Meanwhile, I was home with little Johnny and our routine, enjoying it, and him, enamored by his freedom of expression, his childlike joy that now I wish I had bottled. Oh, as I write that, I have tears running down my face . . . that sweet joy that I was at this point finally able to recognize, a childlike joy that told us everything in his world was better; that he was happy and carefree, just as a three-year-old should be, and most importantly, he was without stress put upon him by the adults in his world.
Oh, if I only I had bottled it so I could open it every time I ache from missing him – oops, sorry. I’m getting off track. You know what? I think I’ll stay on this track for a few minutes and compare the track of eighteen months prior up to this point. Looking back helps me go forward, especially when I can see all the good that He brought about in the ride!
In the beginning of this ride, both little Johnny and I expressed more negative emotion than positive, and while now he was still free to do that, even more so because I had learned to be okay with that, he had more joy than sorrow, more happiness than sadness, more laughter than anger that became part of his little emotional frame and freed me to do the nurturing I was called and now equipped to do.
Oh, what a privilege to be used in this way, but he is not the only one changed for I know I will never be the same; and that’s a good thing. Everything and everyone that God has used to free me of me up to this point has made this season one of the very best of my life. They say if you are not moving forward, you are not growing. As I rewind the last almost two years, I can honestly say I have not stayed in the same place emotionally; no, God loves me too much to have left me the way I was. That’s why He brought us little Johnny, a little boy in need of healing who brought healing to his nana.
So why couldn’t life just stay like that? At least for a little longer, like years longer?
Because at that moment, God saw fit to bestow even more favor on John and as John stood before him and one of the supervisors read his progress to the Court, the Court decided that John had paid his debt and the gavel came down, issuing him a clean slate and the gift of freedom! John was released to come home!
Why, Father, did the change of direction have to come when it did?
Join me tomorrow for more . . .
Rejoicing in the reminiscing,
Evinda
- Nana Holds!
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