Back in DC to meet with my neurosurgeon for the so-many-I’ve-lost-count-ith time.

Every flight into this city fills my earbuds with a symphony of emotionally charged notes. They dance around the lines from top to bottom, ebbing and flowing in dramatic crescendos—each one representing points in my history.
The times I came desperate for answers and departed with no clarity
The times I received life-altering diagnoses yet was washed in unexplainable peace
The times the list of surgeries was so long, there was no end in sight for me
The times my body felt so broken that I yearned for life to cease
The times I saw handprints of God’s love in a grove of cherry trees
The times I left in a wheelchair
The times I walked on miraculous feet
The times I experienced pain I didn’t know possible
The times I cried tears of relief
But each and every note
Whether I recognized it or not
Carried my Father’s gentle whisper
Guiding me to take just one more step
And then another
As He drew my gaze ever upward
To the only One who promises perfect peace
To all those who keep their eyes fixed on His


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