B+ (be positive). It’s what flows through my child’s veins. Keeps her alive. Needs replenishing often. It’s “inspirational blood” as we call it, and her life is dependent on it. Not only the blood itself, but the motto with which she must live.
“Be Positive”, rolls off the tongue smoothly and should provide reassurance to those hearts who are growing weary. i mean, can’t we all see the proverbial silver lining, give glory to God in the hard places, and shine our Christian light? Shouldn’t the joy hidden deep that comes from our firm foundation in Christ, rise to the surface for all to see – even when the storms come? Shouldn’t we all, who have placed our faith in our Creator, who have received the free gift of salvation, who were pulled out of the miry clay, feet set on the rock and steps established, always “Be Positive”??

That is indeed the goal. To live this life as a light. To be positive. Shining in the dark, even when that darkness totally surrounds us. But can we be real for just a moment? Together, let’s remove the mask – the facade that masquerades as strength; proudly displayed for all to see. Let’s humbly admit the doubt. The overwhelming. The feeling as though we are drowning– trying desperately to keep our head above water. Waves relentlessly covering. Tossing. Removing our ability to breath.

Have you been there? In the storm at sea. Praying for a lifeboat. Any boat – to rescue. From the hard. The trauma. The sleepless nights. The tears. Watching your child suffer. Begging our Creator for relief. Are you here with me now?

How can we possibly be positive when the situation seems dire? Before the corner has been turned. When even the lighthouse on shore is beyond our limited sight. The only thing sure in those moments is my inability to be positive – about my strength to endure the storm. The traumatic episode. The night.

While i cannot be positive if outcomes will be as i envision. As i prayed. As i hoped. And my light may not be shining brightly. There is one thing i can always be positive of – that i can lean into. Rest in. Abide in. The only thing i can be sure of in those moments is the promises of the One who created me. Who created my child. Who holds us both in His Loving Arms, should we allow Him. And the spectacular thing is, even if we don’t cling to those promises during the storm, and we allow the waves to steal our breath, His Grace extends the continual invitation to whenever we are ready. To be comforted by Him. To crawl back up in His Lap. To grab the hand that He extends, offering to pull us out of the waves to safety. And that, my friend, is something we can always be positive about.

“My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.” Psalm 73:26

If you didn’t see it before, i hope you clearly see it now,

we are in this together,

Much Love,

TyiaLynn

Executive Director