This is the same as…. I am in a snow storm and I am going to die.
I was crouched into the space with my feet. My eyes were closed tight, heart racing, sweat starting at the base of my neck. My husband was driving and five kids were in the back of the car. The last time my eyes were open we were on a road with a hillside on my right and a drop of one hundred feet on the left side of the car. A snowstorm was raging outside and visibility was low. I was preparing to die.
Today all snowstorms bring on the same physical feelings. It is trauma. It is a story I tell without rationale or logic. I have other stories with which I rumble. The swamp of my emotions is dark and sticky. I go in with armor which I realize will not protect me but,….the swamp holds redemption. There is one who will meet me there.
"The spirit speaketh the truth and lieth not. Wherefore, it speaketh of things as they really are, and of things as they really will be.