In my life…
This morning, as I sit here and try to come up with a thanksgiving post… it is hard. Not because I dont have anything to be thankful for, but because I have so. very. much. to be thankful for.. and it is hard to put it all in words.
The past year and a half has been crazy. Finding out about the brain tumor, having it removed, getting the pathology, going to through radiation/chemo, and then chemotherapy for a year. It would bring the strongest person to their knees.
It put me on the floor.
But it has also been the most rewarding and beneficial time of my life. I have grown so much this past year. Closer to family, friends, and most importantly, to my Savior. He has shown me things that I never dreamed I could accomplish, and He has called me to do these things, although I fight Him all the way. He is so very persistent, using everyone around me for His plan and purpose in my life.
I’m sitting here, tears streaming down my face because I am just awe-struck. I am awe-struck at how he has chosen me… in all of my grime and dirt and filth… to accomplish this task. I look back and see His hand all. over. my. life. From Emma Grace, to her transplant and life, to my cancer journey.
His fingerprints are everywhere.
I look back and see the people who have stood by me. Really stood by me. Through it all, they were a constant figure in my pain, insecurity and fear. I see my beautiful husband, whom I love immensely. He has given up so much, and still sticks around. He is such a Godly man, even when he has reasons not to be. He loves me unconditionally, without preconditions or expectations. He knows the real me, and still loves Heather Dawn George. I see my parents, whom I would not have made it through this without. My father, who faithfully is there for me, no questions ask. My mother, who has become my closest friend. I see Michelle P, who in such a short time, has become like a sister to me. I see my church family who has loved on us like no one else could. I see my beautiful amazing fault ridden children… who keep me honest and teach me patience on a daily basis.
I see my life. And I am so thankful for it. I am thankful for the opportunities to lead. I am thankful for the platform to do Gods work. I am thankful for the burden and the calling to minister to all those I come in contact. I am thankful for my cancer, for without it, I would not be the person I have become and I would have missed out on oh. so. much.
I am thankful for you. For your constant confidence and support. I am thankful for this outlet, and the way that it ministers to you, and in return, ministers to me.
I am thankful for my life. All of its bumps and twists and dead ends.
Its a crazy beautiful life. I am so very blessed to be living it.
And even though it has been harder than I ever imagined.. I have hope.
Because my future is in the hands of a Living God.
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Where are they?
I was reading an old blog post that I found on the internet this morning. It really struck a chord with me. It stated the following:
“Where are the Christian blogs that make mistakes, sometimes give in to temptation, get angry, and admit they aren’t perfect? How can we build relationships as blogger’s, when the platform is the internet equivalent of a podium?”
As Christian blogger’s, we assume that we have to write about happy things with happy endings all tied up in happy bows. We portray Jesus in a manner that makes us feel good about… well, us.
We tend to “preach” instead of lead by example.
We forget that the world needs to know we struggle… we hurt… we get angry…
We are real.
So here is my challenge to you. Stop.
Just stop.
There is a world of people out there who need to know that they are important, that they matter, and that they are not alone in their sin.
How can we minister to them, when we can’t get past our own piousness?
Ya know, it is great that we can all go to church, and we can all raise our hands and we can all worship the Living God… but what about those outside our church? What about those outside our “circle” who are begging for God’s love and all we as Christians give them is … well - shame.
What about them?
We often forget that we are just like them. We sin more than we would like to admit. We curse and yell and cry and get angry… just like them.
We have just learned to hide it behind the mask that we have made for ourselves.
Take off the mask.
Be real in your heartache. Be real in your sorrow. Be real in your pain.
Just Be Real.
And then maybe, just maybe, they will not be so hardened and turned off to the Real Jesus Christ.
Think about it.
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