The rest of the day was spent in long drenching, dripping storms. Screaming, raging and me holding on, praising God that through experience I can rest knowing that all storms pass. It raged on for a couple of days. Sunday was a sort of reprieve as Dad was present and we were out all day. It hit Monday -- not even waiting for Dad to go to work. I prayed Monday asking for one day of rest. The Lord was gracious to me and Tuesday we awoke to peace -- a tentative peace. She wrote "I Love you Mom" on all her school worksheets. It was a rest for both of us, I would still say a bit overcast.
The "little black storm cloud" is still floating around, bursting into a squall every so often. You can read about it in all the books ... reactive attachment disorder, opposition defiant disorder .... I don't name it anymore. It's really a crushed and broken spirit, protected by a steely hard will, founded on the stone of no trust. The tricky balancing act is to feed the spirit, soften the will and build the trust. Only Jesus can really do this type of deep healing. Praise God that is what he came for, I need to rest in Jesus and let Him work the healing.
The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised,