It’s been a rough week, as many of you know. I am ten days post surgery, and I sure thought I would be feeling much better by now. That’s not the case. It hasn’t been easy, it has been painful, and continues to be…
But I know that this will soon be a memory. And for that I am so grateful. I have had quite a few surgeries and some pretty serious pain the past few years, but each and every one of them was temporary. For that I am so grateful. Temporary. How many can say their pain is only temporary?
I am the lucky one.
So after a long night of crying in pain and quite frankly, being pissed off at this thing I am enduring- I woke up with a new vision and a new purpose. If I was going to be suffering and staggering around in a drug-induced state of throbbing pain… then there MUST be something I could do that would make it worthwhile. I thought about my What To Do When You Are Sick post, and realized that this could be used as precious and powerful prayer time. I knew that if I just pulled myself outside of myself…
I would find purpose. I would find joy. I would find light. And as always…
So I asked for prayer requests from anyone…. Anyone. I already had started praying for close friends who are struggling, but I wanted more. I wanted to reach more people, gather more requests, more burdens to lift and carry higher into His Loving Arms over and over again. I wanted to find hearts that were weary, and souls that were worn. I wanted to find out the anxious thoughts and unanswered questions of people I know and love, and people I don’t know- and love.
It became my mission.
In doing so, I can honestly say that this week has been incredibly fulfilling and purposeful. I have found richness in living through these ten days, because I reached far beyond my pain.
I have learned of people’s battles and struggles with their faith, and their lives, as requests have poured in through fb, emails, and personal messages. My heart opened wide to embrace people to whom I don’t even know… Names I don’t recollect, and stories told to me that go far beyond the boundary of a best friend. People trusted me. Wow.
They reached out and I was so deeply touched, inspired and magnificently blessed by each precious heart that I was so honored to pray for. I wrote out each person’s name and their requests and their stories behind them. I added those that didn’t respond, but I knew their hardships. It consumed my heart, and my prayers.
It was glorious.
And it still is… as my prayers haven’t stopped. I don’t need the charts anymore- I remember each prayer request in detail. They have been embedded on my heart. So I will continue to pray for each one that asked. And I want to do more- I don’t want to stop.
I want to reach and pray for YOU. Nothing fills my heart more.
So if you need someone to pray for you, no matter your faith- I would be honored and humbled to intercede. Email me, FB message, comment, or show up at my doorstep if you can find me.
I’ve been told I have the ‘gift of encouragement’, to which I graciously accept with complete humility. Gifts come naturally. It isn’t something we have to try hard to do. It was given to us by our Creator. We all have gifts, and if we don’t use them, I believe we are dishonoring the One Who gave them to us. I surely don’t want to do that.
Allow me to use it, dear friends…. In a more personal way.
Through this amazing week of plenty, I have also realized even more that so many people have a compelling story about their faith. Many souls seem to want to share their journey, their struggles, and perhaps even their doubts and confusion and anger and painful experiences, but they are not comfortable in how or where or who to share it with.
This is where this blog comes in. Would you share it here? This place is safe from judgment and full of grace. There are NO expectations and no limits to what you can share. It seems that every person I come into contact with, has a story about their faith… and often, they need to be heard. I am also aware of many who have an incredibly personal faith/religion, but they are afraid to share it in ‘their parts’ with ‘their people’. I know so many hearts that have broken in pieces because of their faith struggles, or in spite of their faith. I know many more who don’t have intentions of pursuing their faith, and even more that feel isolated and alone in their search for God.
I picture a huge variety of posts titled like these:
“I wish I had faith but….”
“I don’t really have faith because…”
“There are things I trust and things I don’t…”
“I have been banned from my church…”
“I know God is nudging me toward Him…”
“I live my faith, but do I believe it?”
“I am lost.”
“I have an incredibly strong faith, but I am ashamed I don’t share it more.”
“My life changed after I met Jesus.”
“This is my faith…”
“God got me through…”
“Torn by two faiths.”
“Somewhere in the middle.”
“I don’t know what to believe.”
“God saved me.”
“Why I don’t like Christians…”
“I wish I knew where to go..”
“Why would a loving God allow so much pain?”
“I am of another faith…”
“I believe faith is a fallacy”
And so many many more…
If you are one of these people, who need a place to come. I would be so honored to have you here. You don’t need to be a ‘writer/blogger’, and you certainly don’t need to be a Christian. All walks welcome. All hearts honored. All lives loved. Period. And if you’re so inclined to take a risk in sharing, I am certain that someone somewhere will read it and be blessed because perhaps they are in the same place you are. That will give you, your story, your courage a powerful purpose.
Contact me if you need to be heard, need some encouragement, or want to share your faith story. I trust anyone who reads these posts is truly trustworthy. I am so blessed to have amazingly loving readers. And I moderate the comments, so there will be honest and gracious feedback, and a bounty of encouragement to those who offer their hearts here. I absolutely LOVE that so many readers are so different and beautiful, all the same. There are plenty of perspectives here.
I know that the people who impacted my life and my faith the most, were the ones that met me exactly where I was. They didn’t push or pull or punish. They simply loved me there, in that place, with warm acceptance and unconditional love. That is the person I want to be for you…
And most importantly, I believe that God does the same. He meets us exactly where we are… in the place where our heart lives. He longs to love us there…if we let Him. I know, because He has done just that with me- over and over again.
My devotional series will be threaded with anyone who wants to contribute, and I will also be sharing my ‘stuff’ as always, too.
I am incredibly excited to already have my first lovely and inspiring, beautiful friend honor my wishes… just wait ‘til you read her story, her amazing and powerful testimony is coming to you next week.
It’s glorious actually.
May God be with you, my friends…
Right where you are.