Red Vine Spirituality

Taylor K. Arthur balances Bipolar 1 Disorder, marriage, and motherhood with a nitty-gritty faith inspiring a twisted, blissful life.

Welcome to the Red Vine table, friend.

Welcome to Red Vine Spirituality, a home for those of us who are just a little too gritty for the trite, clean lines religion wants to draw down the middle of our faulty hearts. Together, one bleeding, joyful day at a time, let’s find a way to live a full life, a free life, a hopeful life . . . abundantly more than just a perfect life. Allow me to tell you the story of how a straight-A good girl morphs into a mental patient who can’t shave her legs without a chaperone, and how a broken-hearted mama finds redemption in loving a broken-hearted child.

I have been swallowing lithium every morning and night for thirteen years in an attempt to find stable, learning achingly slowly that a diagnosis does not diminish my capacity to serve this world for good. Grace comes to me through spilt blood alone, from a Jesus I professed to follow but never understood until I split rock bottom, splintered clean out, needing more than a new banner and a perfect score card to fix me. Jesus speaks to me and to you in John 15: I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing. And I know I am grafted to Him through his own doing and nothing of my own. Through this spectacular connection, I am given daughter rights.  I rise up with a new banner stained in His salvific blood and cry, If He can do this for me, what will he do for you?

What will He do for you, friend? Let’s discover it here together. Let’s write in between the lines of our humanity and sweat out our fears; let’s lay it down deep in our shadow valleys and endless wastelands. Let’s believe that our lives and souls are meant for more than clean lines. Let’s live out our nitty-gritties and find His twisted bliss. ‘Cause it’s all twisted back and forwards again, but I live one fantastic, brag-worthy tale of grace right here on Red Vine. This daughter’s got a nitty-gritty resurrection story to tell. And I’d love to hear yours.

Welcome to the table.

Humbly,
Taylor

Welcome to the Red Vine table, friend

3 Comments

  1. I’ve been this mom for 32 years now, and even today, I sit, once again, in a room waiting for them to get my 33 year old baby for a “routine” cath. Once a heart mom always a heart mom. I think it defines who we are: thankful, happy, concerned, relieved, appreciative of organ donors and their families, blessed beyond our earthly comprehension and just Moms! God is good.

    • Diane,

      Thank you so much for your comment. I feel like I’ve been having this conversation a lot lately: once a special needs parent, always a special needs parent! It has defined me, for sure, more than anything else. God is good, and I feel like we heart moms get a closer look at his provision as we rely on him daily. Please keep in touch and God bless you!

      Love,
      Taylor

  2. Taylor, I love your encouragement: “This daughter’s got a nitty-gritty resurrection story to tell.” Please do tell! Thanks for stopping by my blog today too.
    Kim Stewart
    http://www.kimstewartinspired.com
    @kimstewinspired

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