Rebekah Lyons is a gifted speaker whose teaching I’ve enjoyed sitting under a couple times. I have admired her authenticity, ferocity to proclaim who Jesus is and how He has worked in her life, and if I’m honest her taste in shoes.
In Freefall to Fly, Lyons shares her story wrestling with severe anxiety as her family transitioned from Georgia to the hustle and bustle of New York City. Painted with beautiful word choice, the author lets readers into her innermost wrestlings and questions with God as she struggled to face each and every day, fighting to believe each day would be the end of this relentless battle.
She shares of finding small glimmers of peace and hope in her son Cade’s honesty, friends she sat across the table with, and her husband’s steadfastness. Rebekah eventually experienced radical healing from her anxiety. As someone who has prayed for a miracle very close to my heart that I didn’t receive, I at times have a hard time with these reads of prayers being answered so abundantly. And I felt so thankful for Rebekah’s honesty that as she shared her experience with her friends some of them had the same response.
Only those in our midst- our physical lives- can accurately assess when we’re embracing our true selves.
Lyons furthermore so bravely addressed a phenomenon faced by many women who overlook or abandon unique callings on their lives to pick up the reigns of motherhood. While not diminishing the sacredness of this call, Rebekah Lyons begs the question if maybe we are limiting ourselves and the work of God in us, when we push down these gifts and callings God has planted deeply within us for a specific purpose.
Once we know what we’re good at, we must match those things with a deep need in this world. This need is what makes your heart break. That memory that makes you weep on quiet nights, that creeps up on you when no one else is around. When you discover this, you will know your deepest burden. It’s tricky to find a suitable match in a world that’s broken in so many places.
She shares openly about so much of her “hard stuff” and the difficult situations she’s walked through with friends, demonstrating the theme that God meets us at the very end of our rope.
I think of more stories- so many women walking from a place of bravery. I think of marriages imploding after years of infidelity and watching as grace rushes in. Of families suffering financial ruin and finding provision to rebuild. I’m in awe that I get to befriend these battle-wounded women of beauty. While time and space separates these stories, they are sewn together by a common thread. As I consider these women’s lives, a consistent theme surfaces:
Survivors make the most beautiful people.
Our bruises don’t have to make us ugly. They make us who we are. They add texture and color to our lives. They strengthen bonds that might otherwise break.
Freefall to Fly is bold, honest, and brave. Rebekah Lyons story is extremely relatable and her writing style, beautiful.