The Cloak: Beatrice’s Healing Journey
For privacy reasons, client names have been changed.
“Beatrice, I’ve been observing you for this whole week, and cannot help but notice what looks like a cloak of sadness wrapped around you,” I gently said to a lady who attended a course with me.
She looked me straight in the eye and said that she will talk to me when we’re alone, so I made a plan that evening. The familiar stirring inside me made me know that this was a divine appointment, although I had no idea why.
When I was 33 years old, I remember going through a frustrating period of feeling empty and not very useful. Driving alone was my conversation time with God. The same words came up day after day after day. “God, you know me. You know my strengths and weaknesses and you know I’m too much of a rebel to do conventional work for you. I now officially avail myself to be of service. However.”
Little did I know that this desire in my heart was on the brink of being fulfilled in ways I could not imagine.
Beatrice tearily shared the story of her 11-year old daughter’s accidental death a few years earlier, and how she couldn’t move past the debilitating sadness and devastation of her loss.
I offered to show her how I worked in general, as I was the more experienced attendee. Grateful to learn new techniques, we went to her room where it was quiet and we could work. I didn’t tell her what was going to happen, but because she trusted me and was a keen learner, I knew the biggest surprise of her life was about to happen.
“She’s here!” Beatrice called out in complete excitement. Her daughter came through and the two of them spend a few wonderful, emotional, magical moments together. I don’t know exactly what was said, but I could see the sadness lift as Beatrice nodded and smiled while she was having her private meeting with the child she thought she had lost forever.
Filled with gratitude for the decision I made to be of service as I saw Beatrice’s relief, I hugged her tightly. She whispered her amazement and appreciation for facilitating this appointment. She asked me if I knew beforehand what was about to happen, to which I smiled and winked my right eye – simply because I cannot for the life of me wink my left!
I see on social media that Beatrice is doing well, and living a full life again. She celebrates her daughter’s birthday and day of passing each year, but with a different approach.
Life is beautiful for Beatrice again.
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