Sunday, January 21, 2018

Morning Rhythms

Dearest friends,

When you lose your life to chronic illness, and then, in a glorious plot twist, you get it back, you have to learn to live again. Dying is not for the faint of heart, and, it turns out, Living isn't either. 

These days, I am fighting hard to figure out this whole "up among the living" thing. I'm trying to be balanced, instead of stuffing my hungry soul as full of life as I possibly can. I'm trying to take care of myself, now that around-the-clock medical self-care isn't necessary. And as my body becomes more predictable, I'm trying to create daily rhythms that teach me the grace of being human. 

Lately, I've worked to start my morning with a prayer: "God, what are you doing in me in this season, and how can I participate with you in this work?" Before God used illness to change my heart, I spent a lot of my time trying to author my life story — to make it perfect, and sparkly, and full of all the best things. But in this new season of healing, I want to relinquish my pen to Jesus, because he is the very best story-writer. 

In His stories, dead things spring to life, weakness becomes strength, and emptiness leads to filling. And it blows my mind that He invites us to write our stories with Him. What a glorious, unexpected grace.

A very grace-filled Sunday to you, my friends.


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  1. Sarah,

    Oh my do I feel similar as you have so eloquently described. In my journey I often remember (not my words), that He is the author and finisher of my faith. And that (not my words) you, me too, our his poem. You are doing a beautiful thing here in this space, I am grateful to have come across it.

    You are in my thoughts and prayers,

    K Christine.

    1. K Christine,

      I love that he is the Author AND Finisher! He is so many things, the list could go on and on (I have especially loved that he is our Counselor in this last season)! I'm thankful that we don't have to contrive our life stories, that we don't have to go at them alone. I can't imagine how hard that would be!

      Thank you for your kindness, K Christine.

      I'm praying for you this morning.