Have you ever fallen to your knees in gratitude?
Two weeks ago, when our retreat group practiced its last healing flow together at Menla, I experienced something amazing.
As I moved through Urdhva Hastasana, I looked up, and something profound came over me. I couldn’t help but begin to sob.
Rejoicing in the moment, I continued my practice, as my teacher, Erica—in an act of kindness—brought me some tissues.
It was a miracle I was there, after all. The last seven months were spent recovering from major surgery, blood transfusions, and six rounds of chemo. But, I was—in that moment—moving my body, breathing, feeling, growing.
All of the glorious signs of being alive.
Overcome with this gratitude, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of humility.
How do I deserve this?
A similar thing happened to me this morning, when I was praising God and thanking Him for all of the lessons I’ve received on this journey, for being cancer free, for giving me a second chance at life. For all I have to live for.
As I dropped to my knees in tears, a call came in from a number I didn’t recognize. The school where I am hoping to volunteer was calling to set up an interview. As I wiped my eyes and nose, I put the phone down for just a moment. Realizing there are no coincidences…
Lord, I thank you for this offering.
My heart is so very full. I am astounded. I have to, at times, pinch myself to confirm my existence. The gifts I’ve received—the doors that have opened—have been nothing short of miracles.
I knew my life would change after cancer. I just didn’t have any idea.