First of all I'd like to say how incredibly blessed I am to be able to say that I was a part of this book launch team. What a wonderful group of people; supporting, uplifting, Jesus-loving and encouraging to this dear author, Rebekah Lyons.
I want to say, I started this book with gusto. I was incredibly excited to read these words. But then, for one reason or another, my time trickled away from me. And I found myself lost in my own world. Sadly, I didn't read. I couldn't stay focused on anything, life, stress, anxiety, busy-ness threatened me and I let it take over.
And then. Then, the sunshine began to peek through these dark clouds in my mind. And then, I picked up this book. It was like God was whispering, "Now is the time, read this."
I read the first chapter through tears, thinking that this woman must know me. We are kindred spirits, she and I. Letting the anxiety creep in and paralyze, then her beautiful reminder to me, Jesus. He's there all along. Just a hand-reach away. Our Almighty Healer. But, would He?
He can. But, will He? (More on this later.)
And reading on and on...through the words she gently pens onto page after page...
Healing and direction. Provision. Leaning in to the freedom. And remembering that...Jesus. Jesus, the Creator and Healer and Savior, the Almighty asking us to bend our knees and bow our heads. The Freedom-Giver, the Strength-Provider, the Gentle-Whisperer.
And then I found myself in some crazy situation where we sold our house within 48 hours (more on that later as well) with no place to go. And the countdown began and my tension rose. My chest felt that tightness and my heart hurt at the thought of leaving this place. Where we brought babies home, where we felt deep pain and loss and cried ourselves to sleep. Where Jesus made our family whole and holy, even with the suffering. Or because of the suffering. Where grief engulfs me but joy remains. This house, this home. And no place to go.
Reading on into Rebekah's story...following God lead, stepping into the unknown, doing the best for her family, surrendering...and watching God provide, in the eleventh hour. The beauty of her story at that point reminded me of my mustard seed faith. Reminded me that is all God is asking from me...to trust. To trust in His sovereign plan. With my mustard seed faith.
Thank you for following the heart of God and letting Him use you, Rebekah. I am blessed by you!
You can buy her book here.