I Believe Jesus: Finding Hope While Chronically Ill

It was so quiet and beautiful being out in the plains of Iowa. I sat on my folding chair, watching the nervous groom precede his wedding party down the aisle. I thought about how delighted I was to actually be there and witness this with my own eyes. It was very hot that night. I had prepared myself to be overheated and in pain, so I had my medication with me, along with my ice packs in a mini cooler bag and a battery powered fan. The faithful trees shaded me. I had pushed so hard to be there that night. I kept saying "the universe is against me!" as I watched all our kids, including myself, come down with colds. I was flaring and sick and still my mother sacrificed her plans to take my sick kids so I could push myself to go to this wedding. It was special. Not only was an amazing young couple getting married, but my husband was officiate for the first time. I was proud of all of them. It was simple and beautiful and I was honored to be a part of it in this small way.

Not only did I have my physical obstacles, but I admit I came with a heavy heart. I'm tired. Tired of being sick. I ebb and flow with wanting to live vs. wanting to die. I question God as to why I have to be sick all the time. Not only have I not gone to church because of my sickness, but my heart still distrusts the whole business of church in general. Once you've gone through the hell of feeling outcast and betrayed by a church, it's hard to trust again. I have been so depressed, spinning in this never ending circle of healing the emotional so I can heal the physical, whilst fighting the physical trying to keep my head about me. It's a cruel cycle of catch 22. But it's left me feeling weary. Broken. Unfixable. Futile toiling. Breaking me bit by bit. And it was winning.

But I made it to this wedding. I sat in that congregation of family and friends joined to witness this couple's love for each other. I was proud of myself.

The vows began. They wrote their own and it was the bride's turn. I was so moved by their sweet words to each other but then she started speaking the words that were about to grab my heart. Within her vows she said, "If Jesus believes that marriage can last a lifetime, then I believe it too because I believe Jesus." It was an epiphany for me. Tears fled from my eyes in an instant and I had to take a deep breath so I didn't make too much of a spectacle crying like I was. People must have thought I was being way too emotional. Ha. If they only knew how my heart swelled as I longed for that touch from my Savior. I know the words she was saying were meant for her husband just then, but the power that radiated from her mouth to the ears listening in, I was truly humbled by this young bride's faith. I immediately started to interpret to my heart as I chewed on that phrase. She even kept it a simple mantra throughout her vows. "If Jesus believes it, I believe it too because I believe in Jesus." Oh! My weak spirit! My weak faith! I was being restored with each tear I had to wipe away.

* Jesus said, "Come to Me, all who are weary and 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."

If Jesus says I will find rest, if Jesus promises restoration then it will be.

Because if Jesus believes it, then I believe it too. Because I believe Jesus.

I have learned much from this experience of being chronically ill. It has stretched me like no other obstacle has. And I had forgotten Jesus'promises. I had forgotten how much I believe in Him. And how much He believes in me.




Thank you sweet Mallory, the young beautiful bride. May He bless you both.

*Matthew 11:28-29