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the ponderings of my heart, unfolding in everyday life
One of the greatest gifts I've ever received
So much of my illness was IV treatments. So many days of my life were spent sitting in cold rooms with oxygen tanks nearby, paper covered pillows, butterfly needles taped to skin, and fluids dripping slowly. Drip. Drip. Drip. Keeping tabs with the second hand on the clock in the room, and the seconds of my life that were slowly ticking away.
Jesus notices you
Friends, Jesus notices you. He knows your every wound, He knows every ache of your heart, and He wants to encounter you — all of you. I really love the photo the Holy Spirit inspired for the "Sacred Wounds" book cover because its many details tell of the Goodness of the Lord, the One who desires to draw near to you.
From glory to glory
Years ago in the midst of awful and all-consuming illness, I remember laying in a hammock in this exact spot. My body was riddled with pain and it hurt to move.
It hurt to exist. In a moment of raw honesty I remember writing in my journal, “I wish my illness was terminal, because at least there would be an end in sight.”
When I was in the chapel last week the Lord planted a seed in my heart, and it had to do with my incapability. As a recovering perfectionist, incapability is what used to scare me most. But the little seed began to sink into the soil of my heart, and I was totally overwhelmed with peace when it took root in the form of a question: “What if your incapability could actually be your greatest relief?”
"Magnificat" - an utterance of praise
The Story Behind "Sacred Wounds"
One of the most impactful experiences in my life happened on a warm Thursday afternoon in 2011. It was the week leading into Easter, and on this feast of “Holy Thursday,” when we remember Jesus washing the feet of His disciples before the last supper, I had the unique opportunity to wash the feet of a homeless woman. And it changed my life...
