I asked my friend and fellow writer, Sarah McCleskey, if she would allow me the honor to post her poem. She graciously agreed. Her bio is below and you’ll never guess how old this little woman is as her knowledge of pain, joy and trust in God is far beyond her years on this planet. I’d sure appreciate it if you’d say a prayer for Sarah too as she sure means a lot to me.

If this poem inspired you in any way, I’d love for you to post a comment as I believe it would inspire Sarah too!
He Carries Us
By Sarah McCleskey, April 15, 2009
He carries us through the waters,
He carries us to the shore
He carries us to the finish line,
When we can run no more
He carries us when we’re weak,
For he is always strong
He carries us and loves us
Each day, our whole lifelong
He carries us back home,
When we have gone astray
He leads us out of night,
And back into the day
He carries us thorough valleys,
And the dark places of our life
He carries us so we won’t stumble
On the rocks of pain and strife
So praise the Lord our God
Who has carried me this far
Praise the Lord our God
Who has broken death’s strong bar
Hi, my name is Sarah and I’m 12 years old. I love to bake, write, sing, sew, and do all sorts of things. But most of all, I love to run. My whole life used to be centered around running. I competed in track and cross country, and I also flew to Nebraska to race in the National Junior Olympics. I was enjoying every minute of it, and my dream was to someday be in the Olympics. But then something happened that changed my dream.
After an infection in my colon, I developed POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome). POTS is a very complicated illness, but basically it’s where your autonomic nervous system (ANS) doesn’t work properly. The ANS is responsible for controlling all the unconscious functions of our bodies, such as your heart rate, digestive system, and breathing; so you can imagine the problems that would occur if something went wrong with your ANS.
It’s a long story, but now, six months later, I have 31 different symptoms. I have a severe case of POTS, and I’m unable to stand for more than a few moments without going unconscious. I have a feeding tube that goes through a port in my stomach, and I have seizures that last for hours each day. It’s been a hard journey, and I’ve asked God over and over why this had to happen to me.
But now, through my illness, I have found that I’m still running a race – God’s race. Through all the pain and suffering, Jesus has shown me that nothing, nothing, is more important than His race. I’ve seen my prayers being answered in amazing ways, I’ve heard God speaking to me through his word, and I have a relationship with my Savior like I never could have, had I not been privileged to go through these trials. There are still times when I cry myself to sleep, there are still times when I ask the question why, and there are still times when I dream of the Olympics. But my Savior has carried me this far, and I know he’ll carry me to the finish line too.
I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:13-14
Would you please pray for Sarah’s older sister, Kelsey too. Just this past moth, she too, was diagnosed with POTS.

Sarah and Kelsey are the oldest of SIX (yes, you read that correctly) children. I can only begin to imagine what their parents, our dear friends, Katy and Jarrett are truly going through. I’d deeply appreciate prayers for this precious family.








