The Greatest

Well, the big day is tomorrow. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid. But that fear is transformed into awe at the power of Christ’s love. Tonight, I sat in campaigners as a few of my sweet brothers and sisters prayed for my surgery. I cried. A lot. Because it was a realization of what a life with Jesus is all about. The fellowship, community, and love that we are all invited into. To walk through life and conquer death with. In the same room I sat in years ago after first learning about who Our Savior is, after first understanding what love could really be, I sat, tonight. Still completely taken by what was taken up so many years ago by Jesus. Still captivated and compelled by what I experienced when faith first entered my heart. This is so real and I could not be more wholehearted in saying that. 

At campaigners, we sang “Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken” and I could not wipe the gigantic smile off my face as I read the lyrics off the wall. This sickness is hard and scary and real “yet how rich is my condition” that Jesus is stronger and braver and more real than anything I’ve ever known. I am beginning to understand how thankful I am, how fortunate I am. Not to have gotten sick, but that “God and heaven are still my own.” I have been given such a unique vantage point from which to witness His soveriegn power and His gracious love. It is all around me. The support and prayers I have received in the past two weeks have completely blown me away. A new lens that has shown me truer Beauty in every single thing about life. It has all been such a real and tangible manifestation of Who Jesus is. Sitting here on my bed, enjoying my last pizza lunchable, my last real food for a few weeks, I could not be more thankful for what He has given me in this sickness. The Cross is truly the greatest love story ever told. I could not be more thankful to experience true Love.

What I am listening to:

"Wagon Wheel" -O.C.M.S. and/or Mumford and Sons (this is my favorite song, ever)

"The Weight" -The Band

"Casimir Pulaski Day" -Sufjan Stephens

"Jesus, I my cross have taken,
All to leave and follow Thee;
Destitute, despised, forsaken,
Thou from hence my All shalt be.
Perish every fond ambition,
All I've sought or hoped or known;
Yet how rich is my condition!
God and heaven are still my own."

from "Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken"