Why I'm a believer of F.I.T.
- April Jarrett
- Jul 16, 2016
- 3 min read
F.I.T. has been such a blessing in my life personally this summer. Facing It Together. If you're anything like me, then just seeing those words brings a sense of peace into your spirit. I'll be a bit transparent in this post. Every now and then I'm compelled to share more intimately than I usually do because my heart strings have been gently strummed by something, and it's important to me that you hear the song it sings as a result of the tugging of its strings. So, hear my heart song, if you will, and I pray your heart will instinctively join in on this beautiful psalm mine has begun to sing.

I went through an extremely life altering difficult series of events last year. When I look back on where I was a year ago, it's a literal miracle to look at my life today and see where I am. I was faced with a series of decisions to make, and the outcomes would have life lasting effects. Ladies, I was not in the position to be making these decisions on my own. If you'd correlated my condition to a medical situation, I would've been the one on life support with the tubes down my throat and the machines breathing for me. I was bleeding, but on one could see it. I was cut so deeply and my wound was gaping, but no one could see it. Outward appearance would have anyone who ran into on the street or at the store thinking I was completely healthy and fine, because you couldn't see my injuries. But they were there, and they had me incapacitated. I was labor intensive just to breathe, for the air in my body had been knocked out and I couldn't manage to convince my lungs that they should allow it to return. So as life tried to seep back in, my body and spirit rejected it.
You see, I had internal bleeding. Internal injuries. The most dangerous type of injury, because it's unseen, and usually by the time it's discovered by the doctors it requires immediate and emergency action in order to save the patient. I was dying and I felt like no one knew it. My organs began functioning on lesser percentages. My lungs stopped recognizing the gift of the breath of life that the Lord was trying to bless me with. My eyes stopped seeing the blessings and favor and grace and mercy the Lord was giving me every single morning when they opened. They even stopped seeing the blessing of being able to open up every morning and take in the beauty of the Creator. My ears stopped listening for the voice of the Lord, forgetting about the healing in it alone. My mouth wouldn't tap into the
power of speaking God's word into my situation. And my heart. My heart stopped beating to His rhythm. It was as if I has an irregular heartbeat.
Here is where F.I.T. steps onto the scene in my story. I believe that I would be in a very different place right now if it weren't for 2 very important details. First, my relationship with the Lord. I had gotten to the place in my relationship with Him where He was so intricately ingrained in me. He was like the white blood cells that increase when disease tries to invade the physical body and they fight the foreign cells. So, as I was struggling to catch my breath and get my footing, He swept in to lift me up, carry me, and whisper healing into my heart and my mind. Secondly, I had my girls. Every girl NEEDS to have her girls! Those 2 or 3 that you can call when life happens, and the details don’t matter, they’re there. Well, my girls stepped in. When i couldn’t talk, they sat with me in silence. When i couldn’t do for myself, they physically did for me. When I didn’t have enough in me to take care of my kids, they stepped in there, too. I didn’t have to go through the toughest time of my life alone. Because I had Jesus, and because I had my girls. If you don’t have a couple of girls you can call on, do what I did. I prayed for my friends. I prayed that the Lord would send me women of God to walk life through with. And He did just that, and I am better because of it. We were never created or meant to go through life alone. We’re meant to be Facing It Together! You need that person you can cry and laugh with, vent to, celebrate with, grow through situations with, and so on. Life’s a journey, and boy is it so much sweeter when you have a friend to travel it with! Let continue to face it together, shall we?!
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