A friend asked me the other day, “What was it like?” She was referring to walking through Mr. B’s mental health crash last fall.
Talk about a difficult question to answer! I’ve chewed on it for weeks. Even now, as I sit here, that little cursor is blinking at me. Blinking. Blinking. Blinking.
Where do I even start? I wonder if everyone who goes through a traumatic experience — even non-mental health related — has this trouble. How do you describe something so complicated, so painful, so beyond myself? They never dig into stuff like this in movies!
Imagine you have a fiery, terrifying, life-threatening encounter with a dragon; you narrowly escape, not only alive and whole, but somehow better off than you were before. Unlike the movies, you look back; the obvious is so humbling, so startling, so astonishing.
By no power of your own did you escape.
How do you describe not just the fact you encountered a dragon in all its terror but also encountered God in His faithful defense of you?
Jesus makes all the difference when you live in the land of dragons.