The blessing of a fall

Been listening to Laura Story's song, Blessing.... it's made me think.

I was preparing to lead worship for a spiritual retreat next week. Worshiping with my heart, singing loudly while my sweet husband gave me the afternoon off to prepare. Headphones on, I was in the Spirit.

What if your blessings come through raindrops

What if Your healing comes through tears

What if the thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near

What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise.... 

I was thinking about those words, asking Father for grace to trust Him even when the blessings as I know them aren't as evident.

The wood stairs were slippery. Carrying garbage downstairs, I slipped, hitting my tailbone so hard I laid on our floor almost in tears. That was about twenty minutes after that prayer.

I've been asking the question, what is it like to live life present, awake, cognizant in heart and mind,to what God is doing in my life and in the lives of others..... And the Lord gives me opportunities each day to experience further what that means. The pain that I am now in because of the fall is awakening me to a deeper sense of His presence.

I can barely move without sighing, aching, borderline-screaming... My sweet daughter tied my shoes this morning for our morning walk (not run this morning). My kids are studying the skeletal system. I told them that I was a real live experiment to show them how intricate our bodies are and how much we need each part. I'm moving carefully, not in my usual-Jenn fashion. Quick and hare-like.... a bit careless perhaps.

Blessing. This is blessing. To know Him in this moment. To trust Him for each movement of my body.

In less than a week we travel and I have to sit on a plane for 12 hours.... it's faith I need right now. To trust that I'll be able to have more movement than that of an eighty year old (which is what I feel like right now.)

To think, I was just asking God, what blessing He had in store for me today?

"you who seek God, let your hearts revive..." Psalm 69:33



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  1. StephanieOctober 7, 2011 at 4:47 PM

    praying for you and with you. ...for His work, His blessings that come in rain. (I love this song, too!!) ...His blessings DO and HAVE come through rain and tears in my life!!
    ...this song I just heard last night for the first time and thought of you as I read this post---I believe He is doing something heavenly in you and through you (even though sometimes it feels like chaos!). ...take a listen.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3B-udGxwLV0

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  2. AnonymousOctober 8, 2011 at 8:53 AM

    Oh Jenn . . . we are praying for you, for relief of the pain, for inflammation to go down. May this blessing bring you closer to the Lord, more in tune with Him. May He prepare your heart as you prepare to lead worship for the spiritual retreat. Love you!

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