Hope & Mercy

Surgery is over.

Praise God, they are all over.
It’s been almost 6 weeks since I had my reconstructive surgery, and I’m back to real life.  I don’t see my reconstructive surgeon anymore, and my transplant surgeon saw me last week and gave me a clean bill of health.  We are all hoping (realistically) that this was my last surgery.
I did have some complications and ended up in the ICU but recovery has been pretty low-key.  I’m thankful for that, too.  God has showed Himself on many occasions.  His grace is overwhelming.
I attended a Beth Moore simulcast with my sweet friend Chelsey last month and her writing on grace was so beautiful to me:

Grace is an inflated raft that can submerge to the floor of a sea to save you.

 Grace is the silver thread that stitches up the shreds of mangled souls.

 Grace is the eye that finds us where it refuses, there, to leave us.

 Grace calls the waitress to the table and sits her down to wash her feet.

 Grace sees underneath the manhole on a street of self-destruction.

 Grace is the air to draw a breath in the belly of a whale.

 Grace is the courage to stand in the shamed wake of a frightful falling.

 Grace is the only fire hot enough to burn down a living hell.

 Grace waits with healing in His wings when we’re too mad to pray.

 Grace is the gravity that pulls us from depravity.

 Grace races us to the Throne when we make haste to repent and always outruns us.

 Grace treats us like we already are what we fear we’ll never become.

 Grace is the doorpost dripping red when the angel of death grips the knob.

 Grace is the stamp that says Ransomed on a life that screams Ruined.

 Grace sets a table before me in the presence of my enemy even when my enemy is me.

 Grace is the cloak that covers the naked and the palm that drops the rock.

 Grace is divine power burgeoning in the absence of all strength.

 Grace proves God true and every self-made man a liar for the sake of his own soul.

 Grace is the power to do what we cannot do for the Name of Christ to go where it has not been.

Grace is a room of a thousand mirrors, all reflecting the face of Christ.

 Grace is…

The eye popping

Knee dropping

Earth quaking

Pride breaking

Dark stabbing

Heart grabbing

Friend mending

Mind bending

Lame walking

Mute talking

Slave freeing

Devil fleeing

Death tolling

Stone rolling

Veil tearing

Glory flaring

Chin lifting

Sin sifting

 Dirt bleaching

World reaching

Past covering

Spirit hovering

Child defending

Happy ending

Heaven glancing

Feet dancing…

 Power of the Cross.

Jesus Christ, Grace Incarnate.

Copyright 2013 Beth Moore 

I have never in my life experienced God’s grace as I have in the past three years.  I feel so unworthy but so blessed.

 It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.  Lamentations 3. 22-23

Gifts, grace & gratitude

When someone dies so you can live, it has a profound impact.

Look at our faith.

God gave His Son to die so that we are forgiven – John 3.16, one of the most popular Scriptures of all time. Yet do we really understand the simplicity and complexity of it? We love Him because He first loved us; it almost seems hard not to. We may feel forever indebted to Him, yet we could never repay the gift. So we try our best to live up to what has been given to us, the blessing and securities of life here on earth, and more importantly, the eternal life we have to come. All because we did nothing, and He gave everything.

After I received my liver August 31, 2010, something similar happened. While this temporal life isn’t nearly as important as the gift of the eternal life and the heaven our Lord has in store for us, I believe it is the next highest gift one could ever receive. Yes, God numbers our breaths, but the gift of life is God’s way of extending them. And what a donor family chose to do for a stranger – someone possibly not even worthy of such a gift – is so selfless. My donor family lost their son and chose to help others through their tragedy. Not much is more beautiful than this. Again, I did nothing and received everything. Perhaps I wasn’t even worthy. What makes one worthy of a second chance at life, anyways? And how to we repay such a gift? Again, I don’t think we ever could.

How undeserving we are of the gifts the Lord gives us, yet how much more grateful are we to realize this?

This is the beauty of grace.

Will you join me on August 3rd in my annual Lifebanc Gift of Life walk/run team honoring our donors, our recipients, and the families that chose to give life? My three-year transplant anniversary is August 31, and this is a milestone. I’ve gone through so much, but I’m doing so well. I savor each day, each new experience, hoping my donor is looking down and smiling. I received one of the most tragically beautiful, profound gifts, and my miracle is my existence. I’m so grateful, and I’m asking you to celebrate with me. Three years… I’m speechless, in awe of sacrifice and providence.

2012 Lifebanc Gift of Life Walk & Run

I humbly invite you to consider supporting my team this year. We have a lot of fun, and the event is so beautiful. You can sign up or make a donation <<right here>>. We are grateful for each and every one of you. You are our friends, our family, and precious strangers who care. You all are my gifts, and I could not have made it this far without you.

Full of love and gratitude,
Amanda