My little sister is amazing! She is far better a writer than I was at her age, she is simply a beauty to behold and talented in so many ways. In the piece of writing that follows, she tells the story of how this year has unfolded for her thus far. Her story speaks so much to the necessity of seeing all things in light of the perfect character, wisdom, and graciousness of our Lord. I am stunned by how, despite her sinful heart, God has transformed her into someone who desires to seek his glory above all else. Please enjoy reading the winsome words she has penned.
I believe in Healing
Experience: an event or occurrence that leaves an impression on someone. That is, something that changes your life. For me, this year has become just that: a radical experience. We all battle hardships sometimes; however, this year has brought about a few more than expected. My family and I have been pushed to measures we never thought were possible to survive. Together, the only way we have made it through is because of our one true savior, Jesus Christ. In Him, I believe, is true healing. Though I have seen miracles occur in other’s lives, it wasn’t until I could experience it on my own that I could find their true meaning.
On October 15, 2010, my family and I were brought together in our family room. My oldest brother with his guitar, and my parents, brother, sister, and myself all gathered around him. We had just discovered the most unforeseen news in our entire lives: my brother Jared, had been diagnosed with cancer. Despite the fact that each of us sat with tears running down our face, our only words were the praises we sang to our Heavenly Father. As we ended the night together in prayer, I knew this evening would forever be engraved in my memory. I remember feeling confused and scared, but not just because of the dreaded “C” word. For at this time in my life, there was a different struggle going on within me; something else controlling my own life: an eating disorder.
Anorexia came into my life, preceded by nothing, only to become a stronghold that has taken over my mind, and made my relationship with food a minute-by-minute stress. While healing takes time, I have learned that recovery takes willingness, letting go, surrendering, accepting, and being patient. Some days I can have a smile on my face, while other days are full of tears; regardless, I am constantly reminded of God’s love each time I read, “Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
(Matt. 11: 28-30 ). I can already see that from this experience, my faith in Jesus is growing in ways I have always dreamed of; while Jared’s has been used to glorify God as well. As I watch Jared each week, physically taking in a poison I’m supposed to believe is the only way for him to live, he stands with spirits high setting a remarkable example for me. With my family at my side, I know that true healing is yet to come. The faith which I thought was only something little, can transform a life to reflect its true purpose on this Earth, to honor Jesus Christ.
