“I woke up”
14 years ago today, just a few days before venturing off to my sophomore year in college, I experienced a miracle.
14 years ago today I was hit by a MARTA bus.
14 years ago today I woke up.
Thank you, gracious God, for your saving grace that woke me up…for the 19 years I had then and for what I have been able to experience in the years since — both the mountain tops of joy and peace and the swamps of pain and heartache.
Regardless of the terrain in which we find ourselves, each day we have the gift of rising again, let us get on our knees and give thanks for that simple, beautiful, and yet astonishing miracle:
WE WOKE UP.
May we truly wake up and choose love, choose truth, and celebrate life.
Waking up to Truth
After the bus struck me,
I woke up.
When my knees crumbled under me,
I stood up.
When old ghosts came and haunted me,
I looked up.
As my tired limbs now seem to betray me,
You stoop down.
As my mind spins webs of fear inside me,
You reach down
and lift me from my hiding place.
You hold me in Your breath —
that same breath of life
You first gave me
in my mama’s womb.
Now, all the strength I thought I had
becomes the strength I know You are.
For as You kiss my brow,
and tears spill from
roots of truth
And I come to know
that I am called
to bear Your fruit
the harvest will come.
August 31, 2013