5.01.2018

Tomorrow

 


We were crushed and overwhelmed
beyond our ability to endure, and
we thought we would never live through it.
In fact, we expected to die. But as a result we stopped
relying on ourselves and learned to rely only on God,
who raises the dead. And He did rescue us 
from mortal danger, and He will
rescue us again. We have placed
our confidence in Him, and He will
continue to rescue us. And you are helping
us by praying for us. Then many people will give
thanks because God has graciously answered so
many prayers for our safety.
2 Corinthians 1:8-11

Tomorrow is a big day. 

All prayers will be so appreciated. I believe God will move the mountains and restore what's been wrongfully taken. We are leaning on Him and relying fully on Him.

He is faithful to provide.


4.26.2018

The Holy Ground of Heartbreak

Last week I got a call. It was one in the morning and when I saw who it was, tears immediately came and I knew what my friend was about to tell me.

And as I sat on my bed sobbing with my dear friend on the line, my heart was literally breaking for hers.

An hour earlier her little sister had received her miracle. She was healed and whole and with Jesus in Heaven. Her family was surrounding her as she stormed Heaven's gates and joined the angels.

And there at that moment, I felt every emotion I felt four years ago as I remembered walking the same painful road, the road that never ends and the hurt that cuts so deeply.

And I remembered a year and a half ago when in one moment my life was shattered and our entire world was literally stolen. And the heartbreak that cut so deep...when I had no words to describe what had happened and what is still happening today.

But there in the heartbreak...in the seemingly darkest and hardest moments...one finds the holiest of places. It's the ground where heartbreak and supernatural hope are literally intertwined into a beautiful picture of the Father's immense love for us.

Because in the deepest heartbreak, the presence of God literally comes in and surrounds you with Himself. His holiness. 

There are tears yet overwhelming peace...helplessness yet secure comfort...despair yet the deepest hope one can ever find.

I think Isabella put it perfectly in her post, "here we are...utterly broken...and experiencing that reality so tangibly. He's so close. We're hurting so deep. We're in the wilderness, and even still, His presence is immeasurably thicker than the mountains and the seas that threaten to enclose on every side."

And as we talked through our tears, we praised Him together. We may have been separated by half the country, but we were together. Sobbing together in spirit. And there...in that midnight hour full of heartbreak...we worshipped Him.

The darkest hour of the night when surrounded by total darkness...total heartbreak...He was there with His light, and His hope, and His presence... and we were together on this Holy ground.

This journey which is so hard. There is no guidebook. No mile markers. It's an unpaved overgrown road no one wants to walk.

But here we are. Surrounded by darkness but in this darkness we find His presence filling it with light. And here in the heartbreak surrounded by holiness, we will celebrate. We will celebrate Gianna and her life. Because her life is touching so many around the world.




She is a warrior. A fighter. A beautiful miracle who has brought so much sunshine to so many and continues to change so many with her radiant joy.

Our hearts are broken, but here in this brokenness, we have the ultimate Healer. The one who can bind up any wound and heal any scar. And the One who surrounds us with His presence on the most broken of days.

When nothing seems to make sense and life feels shattered, He brings us comfort and hope that can only come from Him.


So here we are. This overwhelming peace in the middle of helplessness. This comfort in the middle of uncertainty.  But most of all there is hope. Overwhelming...unrelenting...hope.

Because here in this heartbreak, we are walking together on holy ground that is filled with Him.

Together we will walk on our knees day by day until one day when we will all be reunited in Heaven.

And what a beautiful day that will be.

Cannelongo family, know we are praying and thinking about you every moment. Our hearts are broken with yours yet we know this broken path is filled to the brim with hope. We walk alongside you and trust that God has amazing plans even when they don't make sense. Keep praising Him and keep knowing He is good even in this heartbreak. Celebrating Gianna along with you because her life is so so worth being celebrated. We love and beep you all so much.




4.20.2018

When It Doesn't Seem Good

I had an entire post written for Good Friday. I was ready and prepared to reflect and share all the meaningful moments that have happened on Good Fridays in the past. Carlie's heart surgery, celebrating with Rosie, Pre-approval for Adam, etc etc. All the beautiful and "good" moments.

But instead the Thursday before Good Friday I got sick. And now, three Fridays later, I'm still battling this sickness. I've gone to multiple doctors and with a few tests in the next couple of weeks, I'm hoping to find some answers.  And as the sickness carried on from what seemed like a stomach bug became something more serious I wondered just how long it would take for me to feel "good" again.

And two hours away from me I hear the cries from a courtroom. The prayer of hope. And the desire for truth to prevail. I anxiously wait for the text...the text of prayers answered...the movement of something that's been so stagnant and so under enemy territory. But the text doesn't come and another month carries on and I wonder again how any of this "good."

And halfway across the country, a little girl is fighting for her life. What seemed like a simple sickness one day turned into a seizure and a cardiac arrest and is now fighting for her life surrounded by her family. This little girl who is such a warrior and has fought through so many heart surgeries and battled through so much. This family who loves so fiercely and so freely and so beautifully...who is such an amazing family. And as I watch them surround their daughter and sister's bed, my heart is literally breaking because this is the farthest thing from "good".

But I'm wondering... maybe our view of "good" has been clouded by the lens of this world. The world tells us that it's only good when classes are easy, best friends are around you, and your dreams are being filled. The world tells us that when we're happy and healthy we're blessed. When we post our bible studies on Instagram and spend afternoons in cute coffee shops with cute little friends. But is that really good?

As I've texted with my friend, the sister of the little girl who is fighting, I've sat in my room sobbing. I've been in her shoes. twice. Wondering...waiting...and crying out to God.  And as I've spent the last three weeks in this dorm room I'm learning. I'm learning what "good" really is.

Missing this laughter filling our house

As followers of Jesus, we're called to see our life through a heavenly lens. And the standards and the perspective from eternity are so much different than the standards of this world. 

Maybe when our hearts are breaking and life feels destroyed, is really when Jesus steps in and becomes the good. When nothing here in our lives on earth seems physically "good," maybe that's when we start to fully rely on the Lord to be our hope... to be our strength... to be our joy.

And maybe when we do that? maybe we draw closer to the Lord than we ever have before. Maybe when everything you thought brought you happiness is stripped away... you find a pure and unrelenting joy in Christ and in Christ alone.

And suddenly life is good. So good. So much better than you could have ever asked for. And not because your dreams are suddenly fulfilled or your sickness suddenly disappears but because you are emptied of the world and filled with Him and Him alone.

On my lowest days. When sickness clouds my view and texts remind me of how many are fighting for their lives, I open my closet door.

And there taped to the door are the prayers, the verses, the times I poured my heart out to God on paper, and the written praises of answered prayers.

It's my war room of sorts...the battleground for this war. Because it's a daily battle to get out of bed and see the good...it's a daily battle to choose deep lasting joy over temporary happiness from worldly items...it's a battle to choose hope when surrounded by despair.

But life is good. It's good because we know who's on the throne and we know who's in control.

It's good because of Him. Because he gave up His life so we could have abundant life. Abundant life on the emptiest of days. 

So Happy Easter friends... I may be three weeks late, but may we never stop celebrating the overwhelming goodness found through Christ and Christ alone.


1.26.2018

The Training Ground

My second semester has started here in Kentucky. I've got my class schedule, gym schedule, and competition season is underway. The walk to classes is colder and the classes are easier but most things are pretty similar to last semester.
our first competition!

It's been a busy five months and I've found my priorities had shifted and I hadn't even realized it. A couple weeks ago, I finally noticed that I was slowly becoming more negative and more consumed with myself than in serving others.


Being a better gymnast was consuming my thoughts daily and every time I had a bad practice I would continually think about it and be upset with myself.

I was questioning why God really wanted me here at the University of Kentucky. 

I was consumed with spending time on social media and comparing my life to others and their worldly ideas. I was so worried about myself and what I wanted for me, that I was not serving others around me. 

I was falling into the lies of the enemy that I wasn't good enough and would never be. I wasn't spending time in the Word making my faith stagnant and my relationship with Christ was lacking.

The thing was? I was still worshiping...still believing....still praising...but my thoughts and prayers were focused on worldly success and worldly things and I had twisted my priorities to the point of where it was "I want this" and "I want that" and not what the Lord has planned for my life.

It's hard for me to write these down and share them publicly, but I feel that God will use this post to encourage others who are walking a similar road.


I was becoming selfish and focused on me me me. This is what the enemy wants and this is how the enemy tries to slowly take control of our lives. 

When I finally broke down and realized just what I've been doing to my relationship with Christ, I realized that something needed to change and I began spending time in the Word. I was reading my Bible every now and then this semester but many days I would tell myself I was just too busy. 

I've been reading my Bible daily and making time to spend time in the Word even if it means getting up earlier or staying up later. I've committed to memorizing verses and changing my thought life. I had so many negative thoughts that were crushing my spirit and making me unhappy that I need to realize these negative thoughts are the enemy and he is trying to steal my joy. I'm realizing that on the worst of days, my thoughts can be full of joy and hope because I have so much to be thankful for.

I need to fix my thoughts on "what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise." Philippians 4:8

I've been walking through this wilderness season and realizing that God is trying to remove all the distractions from my life. He's trying to remove my desire for worldly success. To remove my desire for my own dreams instead of His. He's trying to remove the distractions from when I compare myself to others. He needs to empty me of what I want so I can be filled with Him and Him alone.

Becuase the thing is? This is only the training ground. Over the past weeks, I realized that God has me here at Kentucky to train me for the battle ahead. Because if my faith is weak after spending five months in a worldly environment two hours from home, how in the world am I going to be prepared when I'm living in a communist country which is a twenty-hour flight from my house?

I have to learn how to fix my thoughts and grow my faith when I have every physical need I could ever ask for and access to any resource I could desire so that when the real battle comes, I will be able to withstand the destiny God has for me. 

Because then? When the enemy comes and tries to attack my thoughts I will be able to withstand his attack and refute him because I have already conquered him during this season of wilderness.

When satan tries to tell me I'm not enough, I can shut him down and know my self-worth and know that my strength comes from comes from Christ and Christ alone.

He's training me during this season to be more like Him and I pray that my priorities will be kept straight and my thoughts focused on Him and the plan He has for my life that far exceeds my greatest expectations. 

It's a battle every day to get up and focus my thoughts on Him and His plan and not what I want for my life. But I'm here to fight and I'm here to grow my faith and I'm here for the training so I will be ready to fight the battle God has for my life.

I have been listening to album "followers" by Tenth Avenue North the past few weeks. I listened to this album fifteen months ago when the life I held so dear was stripped from me and I wondered if I would ever find hope again. 

I remember a year ago standing outside after I had gone for a run and sobbing as the words of their song "afraid" played over and over again.

"This world cannot take my treasure. This world doesn't own my tears. My hope is alive in Heaven, I will not give into despair. I don't wanna be afraid. I don't wanna be afraid anymore."

And here I am over a year later singing those words. Loud and proud because I know I don't need to be afraid because the plans God has for my life and for my family go beyond my wildest dream.

So while you might feel like you have no idea what God is doing in your life right now or why your life is taking a certain direction, or what He seems to be doing. Realize He knows your steps and that each day He is training you for what is coming in your life. 

This is my training ground here in Kentucky but back home the battle rages on. But I have this hope. This hope that we will be victorious and God will move mountains to restore what's been wrongfully stolen. But until then, I'm hoping, trusting, and praising Him on this training ground here and the battle there.

I would love if you would pray for our family. The enemy is getting desperate as he runs out of ways to attack us while we continue to remain strong and in turn that is making the fight so much harder. The unnecessary pain inflicted on my siblings and I is spiraling out of control and I would love if you would be willing to pray for complete restoration. God alone is able.

Thank you, friends.

((beep))
Allie

1.17.2018

To the Grieving Sibling: What I Wish I Could Tell You

I had no intention of posting this anytime soon. I wrote this post a while ago but never felt comfortable sharing all of it. But I just felt this nudge from God telling me to share this because someone who is hurting right now may need to read this and realize that they are not alone.

So wherever you are and whoever you are, know that God does indeed have a plan and a purpose for your life that will far exceed any of your greatest expectations.

I don't know your story. I don't know your heartbreak. I don't know your seemingly hopeless situation. But I do know mine and I know the pain of grief and the pain of the road my family walked three years ago and the hurt we've been walking the past fifteen months.

I've lost two siblings. I've experienced days where numbness takes over and life is walking through the motions and attempting to act as "normal" as possible.

I've hidden my grief on days to the point of where my life looks complete and I've almost convinced myself that everything is okay and that my life is fine.

But there's been days and moments where I've sobbed in my room and let it out to caring friends and the tears have freely rolled down my face. Days when the pain becomes too much and it spills over the top and I can no longer hold it in. Sometimes I shut my bedroom door and cry and pray and worship and I wonder. I wonder how God will take the ashes of a broken heart and use them for His glory.

I struggle to go back to the hospital. The hospital where I said goodbye. It hurts me to walk past the elevators I went up and down so many times. Yet at the same time, I long to go there. I long to be in that room again. For just one more second together. One more moment together. One more tear together.
my sweet sweet Rose. Oh how I miss you.

If you were standing here face to face, I'd tell you that grief is a crazy thing. Sometimes a reminder will make you smile and other times it brings on the tears.

And sometimes grief catches you at the worst moments. When you would usually shrug off a minor issue, the next thing you realize is that there are tears streaming down your face. You really never know when it's going to hit and it always seems to be at a bad time.

Another thing I'd tell you is that no one will completely understand your pain. And as hard as you might try, it is impossible for the average person to understand the amount of pain you're feeling over losing your sibling.

Whether your sibling was with you from the day you were born or was adopted two months ago, they are just as special to you and just as important to you. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

I wish I could cry with you and hold you tight and whisper God's promises to you. Because it's not only a sibling you've lost. It's a friend. Someone who you understand no matter the circumstance. Someone you laugh with and cry with and someone who does life the same as you.

Don't be offended when people don't ask. They just can't completely understand it. Sometimes all I want is someone to ask. To ask me how I am. To share a sweet memory of my sibling with me. But others are so afraid they might mess it up or say something they regret.

People will make comments that are meant to heal but really hurt. They will say that you should move on and continue with your life. That you can't change the outcome but you can make the future better. But please don't listen to that. You don't need to move on. And you are only expected to survive one day at a time. One hour at a time. Try not to get angry, instead fill yourself with the Word. The constant truth's found throughout the Bible.

Because when your hope meter is empty, God will fill it.

When your life feels destroyed, God will begin rebuilding it.

When your joy is stolen, God will restore it.

When you cannot walk, God will carry you.

When you feel as though grief overwhelms every day, God will redeem those days.

"May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit." Romans 15:13

And the amazing thing is that when God fills and rebuilds and restores and redeems, we are made new and amazing though him.

Somehow through such deep grief, God can take our hurting and emptiness and fill it with Him and only Him.

God somehow takes the ugliness and the ashes of our past and turns them into a beautiful picture.

If you were here with me now I'd tell you this.

Your grief will be used for good.

Because God can use even the worst situations and turn it into a reason to praise him on the darkest of days

"God sees the broken as the best, & He sees the best in the broken, & He calls the wounded to be world changers." -Ann Voskamp

My friends, we are the wounded. We have battle scars. Scars that others might be able to see but don't know just how deep they go. And these wounds? These scars? They will be used for a greater purpose.

Just keep holding on. Find joy in the hidden places. And keep going. God's got you. I'm standing beside you and cheering you on. You got this. And I bet your sibling in heaven is cheering you on too.

-Allie