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Radical<br />
Jessica Sowards<br />
One random day, what feels like an entire lifetime<br />
ago, my husband and I prayed a prayer. We made<br />
a declaration in complete ignorance to give God<br />
everything we had. “Lord,” we said, “Help us be<br />
radical for You. Help us to love You and follow You<br />
the way You deserve to be loved and followed.”<br />
I loved Him then, even though I didn’t entirely<br />
know Him. We were in ministry, albeit in a very<br />
Martha-in-the-kitchen type of way. We worked<br />
for God every day. We were at church for every<br />
service. Our life was ministry. However, we were<br />
burning out. We were tired. Our marriage was<br />
strained and our children overwhelmed us. We<br />
knew there had to be a level of Jesus we were<br />
missing.<br />
We came home from a youth camp where my<br />
husband was serving as a pastor. And there, sitting<br />
on the edge of our bed, completely exhausted<br />
in every sense of the word, we prayed that<br />
prayer. Without even really knowing what we<br />
were asking, without even really knowing the<br />
difference between the working of Martha and<br />
the worshipping of Mary, we asked Him to give us<br />
more of Him.<br />
He is so faithful. Even in my ignorance, He is<br />
faithful to teach. Even in my fickle distraction, He<br />
is faithful to woo me into a deeper revelation of<br />
Him. Even in my unfaithfulness, He has shown<br />
Himself immeasurably good.<br />
It took a tornado. On a Sunday afternoon, as we<br />
unpacked the U-Haul at the little farm I’d prayed<br />
for my whole life, a tornado ripped through our<br />
town and began the process that turned everything<br />
we knew upside down. It’s a much longer story<br />
than I have space to tell, but it is a story full of love<br />
and lessons and reverence. It is a story of learning<br />
to be still and know that He is God. It is a story of<br />
learning I can trust Him and fear Him; believe Him<br />
and hear Him. It is a messy story, with bumps and<br />
bruises and so, so, so much grace.<br />
That was over two years ago. As I write this, I am<br />
sitting next to a window in a coffee shop. The rain<br />
is pooling in dark puddles in the parking lot and,<br />
as the sky darkens, my reflection is becoming<br />
more and more distinguishable in the glass.<br />
Sometimes I don’t recognize myself. The Lord,<br />
in allowing me to know Him more deeply, has<br />
healed me more completely than I ever imagined<br />
possible. He has exposed the very darkest places<br />
in me. He has shone His bright, bright light on the<br />
places that felt unlovable and the places that felt<br />
like I had to prove myself worthy. He has taught<br />
me to freely receive the gifts He has for me.<br />
He is so faithful.<br />
Even in my ignorance,<br />
He is faithful to teach.<br />
Over the course of the last two years, He has<br />
breathed His very Being into my lungs, and as<br />
His voice spoke to my heart, the chains of false<br />
identity fell like dead things to the ground. After<br />
thirty years of trying on every identity I could find,<br />
I have finally found the one that was tailor made<br />
for me. While I may be the wife to a good man<br />
and the mother to five sweet boys, and I may be<br />
the girl with the little farm and the chickens in the<br />
yard, and I may be a homeschooler, a writer and<br />
a photographer, ultimately I am the bride to King<br />
Jesus. Nothing else really matters.<br />
I tell you all of this as an introduction of sorts,<br />
because I have been given a commission from my<br />
Bridegroom to ready His bride. I have promised to<br />
share my story and my journey, and I have been<br />
tasked with the job of empowering the Mary’s.<br />
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