Sabrina Gauer

Faith, Life & The Journey



Healing Isn’t Particularly Beautiful

“All who have been graciously, sovereignly, compassionately touched by the Savior and received the healing blood of his cross, we can see. Yes we all, like this guy from Bethsaida, have some blurriness of sight. But, don’t look away discouraged. See the Savior touch again. See him dip his finger in the great ocean of his blood and reapply. We are seeing better. We are loving more. This is due to the Savior’s powerful and gracious compassion.” — Erik Raymond

Jesus’ ministry here on earth in human form was short (around 33ish years, to be exact). But a major part of that ministry was physical healing. These miracles weren’t identical — He didn’t have “one perfect way” of healing a person. Just as we are all individuals, His miracles were exactly what that person needed at the exact time and in the exact way they needed it.

There was a blind man who Jesus led away from the crowds, spit in his eyes, laid hands on him, and then asked him if he could see. At first, his sight was blurry, so Jesus laid hands on him again — and his sight was completely restored!

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Pray for Vegas (And Everywhere Else, Too)

“Let us pray that the human race never escapes from Earth to spread its iniquity elsewhere.” – C.S. Lewis

The news has been so hard to stomach lately.

I am usually one to stay on top of current events, and enjoy staying informed so I can discuss ideas and (thoughtful and open) opinions with others.

But the past few months…well, let’s be honest, the past YEAR…it’s hurting my heart to stay up-to-date.

It doesn’t mean I want to hide under a rock. Although, wouldn’t that be lovely…blissfully unaware… Continue reading “Pray for Vegas (And Everywhere Else, Too)”

Healing Habits

“You will seek Me and find Me when you seek Me with your whole heart.” – Jeremiah 29:13

I am an avid journal-keeper.

From the time I was in third grade, when my teacher asked us all to begin keeping little records of our lives, and I discovered I loved this therapeutic habit, I couldn’t stop. The number of life moments I wrote about and have the opportunity to revisit — from the birth of siblings, to teenage angst, to daydreams, to wondering about God, to gut-wrenching heartbreak —  it’s all there. Concrete in ink.

Admittedly, I’ve thrown out some of them or torn pages out of others. But there is something so powerful in reading the thoughts of a person I hardly know anymore. In 29 years, she’s been through emotional, physical, and spiritual battles, lost friends and loved ones to disease and  cancer, moved several times, fallen in and out of love, has traveled and met the most amazing people who have changed her life, found her passion, discovered more about the nature of God than she ever realized, and grew.

Oh, how she’s grown.

My journals now are conversations with God. They’re my frank, open, honest assessments of myself and the situations I am facing, good and bad. And journaling has been, by far, one of the most healing self-care habits I stick to in every season.

The past five years have probably been the most rollercoaster of seasons I’ve ever experienced. And writing has kept me sane. Tapping into that creative voice and allowing the words to flow through moments of joy, dark pain, death and sadness, cancer, fear, redemption and grace, anger and betrayal, awe and gratefulness and blessing…the list goes on and on.

But within myself lies the answer. It’s the Holy Spirit.

I’m still healing. This has been the hardest realization. This week, I’m dealing with some very heavy things that have been triggering past anxiety, pain, and the need for deep breaths. But practicing the art of mindfulness, prayer, and journaling has been yet again such an outlet for releasing emotion and bringing myself back to center.

Back to focusing on Christ’s love and His healing power working through my life.

If you don’t have a healing habit yet, I urge you to start now. Maybe it’s journaling. Maybe it’s going for a walk to clear your head. Maybe it’s music, or yoga, or running, or simply closing your eyes for a few moments to take a deep breath.

Come back to center. And ask yourself the hard questions about healing and refocusing. Deep down, you know there’s an answer.

It’s just a matter of being brave enough to seek it…with your whole heart.



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