As a child and still today I love water. I love drinking water, I love swimming, I love looking at water and playing with it and I love the 3 seconds of silence you get when you go under a wave at the beach. So it came to no surprise to me when at my church retreat last weekend I was the most drawn to the prayer station where we were asked to get a pitcher of water and a cup and imagine that we are the cup and God is the water. So I sat and the ground watching God fill my cup and overflow my life. I was sitting there and half praying, half playing with the water. My prayer was mostly thanking God for such a wonderous element, I was so in love with water and going on and on to God about how cool He was for making water and amazed I was at how awesome water is. And in the middle of my prayer God totally interupted me (I forgave Him later) (thats a joke) and said “while I was making it I was thinking how much better Katie was going to be.” which brought me to tears, I was frozen. I had been sitting there in complete awe of this glourios element and God as sitting in complete awe of me. Thats pretty freaking cool if you ask me. I’d never thought about God having enough time to sit and love everysingle ounce of who I am scars and all. In that moment I was given so much confidence. like God thinks Im pretty….. GOD! That totally beats anything anybody could ever think or say about me.
So this leads me to another story. A story where I have to be so incredibly vulnerable. Anywho, I guess I’ll get on with it, so ever since I was young I had dry skin and suffered from extreme eczema. This meant that from elementary school up until late last year I was covered in open wounds and rashes all over my legs. And because of this I was make fun of and eventually started to cover them up all the time, even in the hot Georgia summers. It made enjoying my life alot harder to enjoy, especially last summer when I got MRSA and wanted to sleep all the time because of how hard my body was working to keep me from getting worse. In the fall last year I finally started getting better and my legs have slowly improved to be completely healed! Praise God! So this week marks the first week in a few years that I dont have to say I’ll wait until my legs get better to wear shorts! And even though I still have scars and I will probably never have the perfect flawless legs that we all strive for, but I refuse to be ashamed of my scars because my scars make me living proof that God works and listens and loves! And while He was making this Earth and while He was making Water, He was also thinking about how the next thing He was going to make was going to be so much more beautiful than anything else He had created.
How could I be better and more beautiful than water? God thinks I am. He thinks you are too! So I am going to learn to love who God made me, because well…GOD made me.
Also a fundraising update! I have a $6,000 deadline in May so please consider donating to my trip so that I can use my overflowing water to pour into somebody else’s cup!
