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