In reference to the battle Ann’s family has faced with Aimee’s death she says (pg.12),
“…we all silently ask these questions. For years, we come up empty. And over the years, we fill again—with estrangement. We live with our hands clenched tight. What God once gave us on a day in November slashed deep. Who risks again?”
Yesterday at church, prior to the Lord’s Supper, I prayed, “Lord, please reveal to me what is keeping me from whole heartedly following you.” I opened my eyes and looked forward at the child’s bowed head in front of me. It was a wave of clarity. Immediately I began to sob. I have been so anxious about what the future holds, living with fists clenched tight, that I have crippled myself from experiencing the many blessings that are all around me now. Have you ever experienced “clenched fist” living?