AND IT WAS BEAUTIFUL
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LCCN 2015952885
ISBN 978-0-7814-1352-7
eISBN 978-1-4347-1006-2
2016 Kara Tippetts
Published in association with William K. Jensen Literary Agency, 119 Bampton Court, Eugene, OR 97404
The Team: Ingrid Beck, John Blase, Nick Lee, Helen Macdonald, Susan Murdock
Cover Design: Amy Konyndyk
Background Cover Image: iStockphoto
Cover Photo: Jason Tippetts
Interior Photos: Jen Lints Photography
First Edition 2016
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Contents
Introduction
I was here. I saw beauty. I embraced it.
Thats what Kara Tippetts said. Thats also what she lived in her thirty-nine years. And then she died. Some people might cringe at that last sentence, might say a person that age is just getting started. Such people didnt know Kara Tippetts. Although born with a poets knack for paying attention, the last few years of her life were laser focused because of the presence of cancer throughout her body, a cancer that she grew to call a gift.
Every moment seems so special. The truth is, it is. That is the gift of cancer. The struggle is the fear. The fear of this amazing world of people I love more than anything marching forward without me in it. There is a lot of pride and arrogance in that thinking. A friend and I were talking about the control that comes with thinking life is as it should be with us in it. But the truth is, life is exactly planned. Exactly numbered. My job in this day is to live near to Jesus. To seek faithfulness in this day. I want to have a peaceful heart that embraces each gift of joy as it comes.
Some people might bristle at using the word gift to describe cancer. Such people should have met Kara Tippetts. She might not have changed their mind, but she definitely would have caused them to at least consider her perspective. To be in her presence was to be in the presence of someone surrendered to Godnot resigned but surrendered, and there is a difference. And that difference was persuasive in the most naturally wooing of ways.
This book is a collection of her writings, most of them taken from her blog, Mundane Faithfulness . Care has been taken to present her thoughts with a minimum of changes out of a sense of respect. Kara had a distinct voice and a special way of arranging words; her style continues to draw people months after her death. The entries here are arranged according to acts like the acts in a play. The acts do not represent a strict chronology, but they do follow the arc of her story. This approach may seem very basic, but Kara would have approved heartily. She liked the simple and the mundane, believing that it was in the ordinary that she saw the beautiful. And for Kara, the beautiful was
like a ship
that carried [her]
through the wildest storm of all.
Rainer Maria Rilke
You will notice three complete acts listed in the table of contents. Kara is living her fourth act now in the presence of the One who kept her on this earth, and keeps her still, now in His loving arms.
You will see the names of Karas family throughout these chapters. For those of you not familiar with them, they are Jason (husband), Ella Grace (oldest daughter), Harper Joy (next daughter), Lake Edward (son), and Story Jane (youngest daughter). Also mentioned are her sister (Kara spelled it seester), Jonna, and Karas good friend and caregiver, Mickey.
It is our privilege to publish this book posthumously. Our prayer is that Karas words bring you encouragement and hope. We know they have and continue to do so for us.
The David C Cook Editorial Team
ACT ONE
My dream went all the way back to the beginning.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
1
Grace Dress
A week ago my dear friend Bill Petro helped me get my new blog up and running. I have since been wondering what my first post would be. All the details of my cancer (well, most of them) have been made public. I have decided to share one particular moment when grace really showed up for me in a meaningful way.
I was undone one day last week by an article that indicated my life expectancy. The article itself was sent in love, but all my simple mind could see was the statistical data for how long I would live. Up until that point, Jason and I had been broken and crying, but so full of peace. That evening I would not sleep, I was sick, and I continually added the number listed to each of my children, and I lost my peace.
Grace showed up the next day in a big, big way. When I woke up, I was in bad shape. I asked my neighbor if she could take Lake for the day, and then a friend called to see if she could bring me dinner. I asked her if she was willing to prepare it at my house and watch Story Jane. She said yes and came right over. I then called a woman I knew who had walked the road I was on. She came at 1 p.m. to take me for a walk. She offered joy in the midst of my pain, and hope for a beautiful story all my own. I felt my peace being restored throughout that time.
I came home exhausted and asked my dear Im-cooking-you-dinner friend if she minded if I took a nap. She scooted me upstairs and off to bed. I woke up a little later and realized Jen Lints was coming to take our last family pictures where I would have hair. I came downstairs bleary-eyed and wondered aloud what our gang was going to wear for the pictures. My cooking-dinner friend said, You said you liked my dress, right? She then walked out to her car to get some extra clothes, came back in, and literally took the dress off her back and gave it to me. Thats right, I really have those kinds of friends, friends who will take my children, clean my house, cook my dinner, take our familys picture, take me on encouraging walks, and give me the shirt (or dress) right off their back.
I call that dress my grace dress. I literally wore it for three days in a row after my dear friend gave it to me. I wear it to anything that feels hard. I will be wearing it to my first chemo treatment. Yesterday I cut off all my hair so it wont be as hard for the kids when I lose it. I wore my grace dress. After my haircut I decided to sleep in it. Cutting my hair was not really the hard part. Ive had short hair many times in my life. It was why I had to cut it. After cutting it short, my next step will be cutting it bald. Grace will have to show up that day like a comfy gray cotton dress. And I believe it will.