. . . beginnings . . . . . .

Ah, where to begin !
Each journey has a beginning... so back I step.

Upon Sheri's table lay a brochure....
I glanced . . .  then I fingered it glancing at the title . . . I actually read it . . .  Inner Healing Care Group ~~ intensive life-changing group . . . and I was drawn as a moth to a flame.
Eventually I found myself asking Sheri abot it . . . then I shyly asked if I could join.  Taking the step to ask was like my soul reraching out for God's approval as if I could find some healing to the wounded "person" hiding in the damp humid resesses of the darkness of my being.

But the topics scared me and I wondered if I really wanted to take a journey  . . .  would it mean giving Tim up -- seeming to be the only positive stable safe person in my life in a very long time?
I don't know, I cannot imagine him gone even if God and I really could dwell together intimately.

The question is, would I even allow inner healing.  Sheri told me the first week that just as I WANTED to be a part of this experience, was indication to her that . . .  it was my heart's desire. 
God was drawing me.   How scary.  Was he going to take Tim away?

I had "homework" prior to attending the first session.  I forget it.  No I did not neglect, but truly forgot.    Yesterday I poured over the "homework" in crash course fashion  . . .   this NEEDED
to be a slow feed, NOT a glutanous meal.