It was a moment when time stood still, a moment I could feel in the marrow of my bones.
Each piece. Every place. The accident. The illness. The loneliness and isolation. The places I’ve worked. The positions I’ve held. The reasons I write and the reasons I don’t. My photography.
Each piece. Purposed.
It was a word that clotted in my throat for eight long years, hard-edged and jagged.
Allowed was a gentler word, softer, a word that could hover and sway at the edge of my days, a word I could scoop in my hand and look in the eye.
No. Purposed was not allowed the light of day.
Till my phone rang on January 1st.
“Happy New Year!” I greeted my friend.
She paused, then without even hello, quietly spoke six words, and time stood still.
“We’re supposed to start a ministry,” she said.
For 700 days, I’d waited, and in 28 letters, God said, “Go.”
So we did. We talked and read and planned. We wrote and met and dreamed our thin-shelled human dream, till God stepped in.
Wriggle. Crack. Purpose pecked that fragile shell, emerged with still-wet wings, hopped at the edge of the blue, and flew!
As we stood in awe.
Wordless and amazed.
It’s been 16 weeks since God said, “Go.” We thought we knew what He was calling us to do, but we had absolutely no idea. He simply said, “Go,” and we did.
God called us to meet with senior church leadership and ministry founders. We were asked to videotape our story for a women’s conference, so we did, only to have it pulled from the line-up hours later, because God had even bigger plans. Our video was re-taped and released under our brand new ministry name, which is incorporated! We’re on our way to becoming a 501c3 non-profit, with an incredible Board of Directors, because someone graciously stepped up and offered his expertise. We have a website and growing social media communities. Conversation is beginning. We have a logo and business cards, notecards, and a tagline. God has opened the door to a syndicated radio interview, and we’re writing curricula. We have a bank account.
And we are overwhelmed. In all the best ways.
Because this has nothing to do with us and everything to do with God.
For who are we?
We are purposed.
Intended for this place. At this time. With our five small loaves and our two small fish. Because He called, and we said yes. Stepped to the edge of the nest with our still-wet wings and flew.
On eagle’s wings. In His strength.
Purposed was a word that clotted in my throat for eight long years, but today?
Today, I can taste purposed on my tongue like manna.
“…but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary; they will walk and not faint.” Isaiah 40:31
Cindee Snider Re is wife of nearly 25 years to the man she loves most in this world, mama of five world-shaking creatives (15-23), writer, photographer, craver of quiet, and lover of cotton, denim, Jesus and Earl Grey tea. Cindee and four of her five kids have Ehlers-Danlos III, dysautonomia, and myriad co-existing conditions.
Radical hope. Compassionate change. Equipping those affected by chronic physical and mental illness through community and education rooted in Jesus Christ.