I recently had a very small surgery on my hand that caused me more anxiety than I was prepared for and the mere removal of the stitches almost made me pass out. There's something about physical pain no matter how small that throws the entire mind, body, soul into a tailspin and I wonder what it must be like to live in chronic and perpetual pain...for LIFE. A woman who has every right to be cranky and frustrated with the cards dealt her, chooses JOY; and is concerned more about others than the ravages of her own health. I look into her eyes in her pictures and I don't see pain...I see JOY and radiance. I'm awestruck... How in the world...can she/does she do that?
The strength of her character blows me away. Fortitude. What amazing Grace.
I've only just met her by way of her blog and the friends and family who are gushing forth about her, but I wait with baited breath and cry with them all as if I've known her all along. What an incredible legacy she's leaving. What a privilege to know her, if only for a moment.
When I think about her toil, I see a vision of Jesus carrying His cross, through the mobs of people abusing Him still along the way, after He'd already been scourged; His body ravaged, broken and weak. How did He have the strength to go on? Why did He carry on? If death was eminent, what was the point of carrying on, strong? He could have given up easily.
I sit with that for a while...
He did that for me.
He was strong...for me.
Sweetly reflecting on the words poured from her blog I realize...she doesn't know it, but she's doing the same, for me. Her pain...my gain...as I hear the sweetness of her soul whisper... it's not about me. This thing does not define me. All this, but for the glory of God, so that He may touch others through the power of her legacy.
I am stronger this morning. I see Jesus clearly, a crystal clear reflection from a broken body poured out.
Thank you Sara, for the courageous life you've lived, so that I might know it, too. My world will never be the same.
Hebrews 12:2 Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the JOY set before Him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.
May you live and rest in heavenly peace at the right hand of the throne of our God.
Thank you Daddy, for the gift of Sara.