This past weekend was my first attempt at a worship set in 73 days. 73 days. I know that is a marginal amount of time... but when you've been holding your breath and gasping for air because you feel like you've had the wind knocked out of you for 73 days...well, it's a long time.
The great thing is it went really well. Yes, my throat was super sore during and after, but I. DID. IT. From this point it will be a slow re-entry (as slow as it can be 2 weeks before Christmas where we will do, collectively, 33 services). :-\
The Lord spoke softly to me to say that He would actively heal me as I sang - to keep going - that all the while, He'd be at work. He needed me to have a time of rest so he could heal me in that specific way and then now, a time of singing, so He can heal me this specific way. He doesn't heal once and done... it's a gradual, instantaneous miracle that evolves with my life and how He needs to teach me. He's amazing.
Isaiah 40:31 "Those who wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength, they shall rise up on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary, walk and shall not faint."
This verse has meant so much to me in these days, but today I saw something different... Fly/Run/Walk. That's what the person is doing - although capable of all three - rising on wings to fly first, then run, then walk. He's slowing down the person while renewing their strength. Did you catch it? That's what the Lord has been doing all along. Waiting in the walk. Slowing to Strengthen. Resting me to Renew.
Although I'm no where near top form (as it could realistically be 6 more months), He's released me for now - and I'm ready to soar and receive His healing as I go.
O Lord my God, I called to you for help
and you healed me.
Tara is Greg's girl, mom to two sons of thunder, a hunger fighter, big dreamer and worship pastor at seacoast church.