I have known Sara for a decade now. She is an incredibly talented artist with a life story even more beautiful than her art. She broke my heart the time she told me that her earliest memory was looking at her birthday cake when she was turning 3 years old and thinking “We can’t eat cake until Daddy gets here”. But Daddy didn’t come. Her dad wasn’t really a “show up for my daughter’s birthday party” kind of guy at the time. He had a physically abusive relationship with Sara’s mom which lead to her mom leaving him, after a life-threatening instance of abuse, when Sara was still young.
So Sara grew up in a small, single-parent family in a small town in Oklahoma. She left that small town to pursue a college education closer to Oklahoma city, in the suburb of Edmond. I’m so glad she made that courageous move because if she hadn’t we likely would never have met.
Sara has taught me a lot about hope. She has been through experiences that are quite counter to my own experiences. The kind of experiences that you wouldn’t think would predispose someone to have hope. But Sara hopes in the midst of what seems dark and hopeless. Actually, it was in the middle of a dark season in both of our lives that she painted the picture above and titled it “Hope and Promise”.
Below is Sara’s story of experiencing healing from pain in her hands:
“I had a diagnosis of carpal tunnel in the spring of ‘07 in Weatherford, and then a diagnosis of the equivalent of carpal tunnel in my elbows (I don’t remember what the medical term was for that) that fall in Edmond. I even applied and was going to receive disability money since I was unable to hold much of a job.
I was in pain holding a hairbrush, driving, writing, turning textbook pages. My hands were getting weak, I was needing to use two hands to hold a glass of water. It was pretty discouraging. I wondered what I could do in life and - haha - who would want to marry me, a cripple? I was unable to clean my room because I needed to conserve my hands for the most important tasks of a day, and I told God I would like to do much more than clean my room, that was just a start. So I cried to Him to help me. I felt heat and was sweating (it's the middle of January in a 100 year old house, seriously no chance of that happening). I recalled in the Bible that Jesus told a man to pick up his bed and go home. So I thought I could act in faith similarly by throwing away everything to do with my condition, my arm braces and long awaited acceptance letter from disability support, with my roommates as witnesses. Over the next few days I had no more carpal tunnel, and I had new muscle soreness from exercising my hands by normal use, and the strength came back, thanks to God!”
Sara is no longer a cripple. Not that I think it actually would have been a deal breaker in the first place, but Sara is also married with three kids now. 😂
Sara is no longer a cripple. Not that I think it actually would have been a deal breaker in the first place, but Sara is also married with three kids now. 😂
My word for this year is hope. In an effort to keep my eyes on the source of my hope, I’m planning to share one post every month on this blog page that testifies to God’s power, provision, and goodness. If you have a story to share please pass it along to me and I might post it here! The only requirement is that it be a verifiably true story! :-)
