A Beautiful Exchange.
I woke this morning with two words swimming in my mind: beautiful exchange. Just two simple words, yet they stirred something deep inside me. As I lay there, letting them settle in my heart, I found myself in awe of what they mean—of what Jesus has given us in this exchange, and how often I take it for granted.
And as I got up to make my morning coffee, the words still swam: beautiful exchange. I couldn’t shake them. I asked myself, How am I worthy of such a gift? An exchange I never deserved. What love does this, not just for me but for a world that sent Him to the cross? I felt overwhelmed, like a flood of realization washing over me. In that moment, I saw whirling around me all my complaining, the times I haven’t trusted His plans, the times I’ve doubted He’s even listening. And yet—still—He invites me into this beautiful exchange.
Imagine standing before Him with arms weighed down by every burden, every hurt, every ounce of fear we carry. We bring Him the mess of our lives—the broken pieces we try to hold together, the sins we wish we could erase, the shame we’ve buried so deep it feels like a part of us. And there, in His presence, He offers a trade that feels too good to be true.
He takes our pain and heals our wounds, even the scars we thought would mark us forever. The things we assumed would always hurt, the parts of us we believed could never be whole—He takes them into His own heart. He doesn’t hold our mistakes against us or demand we fix ourselves before we come. No, He meets us right where we are, and in this beautiful exchange, He gives us healing for our hurt, wholeness for our brokenness, grace that covers our failures.
And then there’s our sin, that weight we can’t lift, the darkness that tries to cling to our soul. He took it all on Himself, bearing it on the cross, where His perfect life was given for our imperfect ones. In this exchange, He traded His purity for our shame, His life for our freedom. He gave up everything to offer us true, abundant, everlasting life—a life that isn’t just a gift but a promise, written in His own blood. This is the assurance we have: we are His, and nothing—not even our worst—can separate us from His love.
When He ascended, He didn’t leave us alone to figure life out on our own. He knew we would need more—strength, guidance, and assurance beyond ourselves. So He sent the Holy Spirit, His own presence, to dwell within us. The Spirit is our comforter, our helper, the One who whispers in our quietest moments that we are not alone. The same power that raised Jesus from the grave now lives in us, empowering us to live fully in the new life He’s given. Through the Spirit, we’re reminded of this exchange and find ourselves renewed, day by day, in His grace.
What love this is—what a Savior we have. We give Him our brokenness, and He gives us His righteousness. We lay down our fear, and He fills us with peace that goes beyond understanding. We come to Him with nothing but our empty hands, and He fills them with grace upon grace, mercy upon mercy, life upon life. And so, we sit in awe of Jesus—the One who took every sorrow and transformed it into something beautiful, who bore our sins and set us free.
Today, as I sit in the mess and the lip-biting of a season I’m praying will end soon, I see it. I look back at everything He’s walked me through—a lifetime of His faithfulness. The mistakes He’s forgiven, the trauma He has slowly but surely healed over. The wounds that have closed, leaving only a scar of memory that I can now use to walk others through their trials. And I know… this too shall pass, as I enter a beautiful exchange with the One who carries all.
“But He was pierced for our transgressions, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on Him, and by His wounds we are healed.” – Isaiah 53:5
Love Sarah x.
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Shalom, Sarah; I've been reading your articles these past few weeks but haven't commented lately because my plate of "things to do" suddenly became very heavy and emotional. Your articles have hit home many times these last few weeks as I read and reread them. I was sitting at my desk this evening, after another "slim-pickings day" of job-hunting. I sat back in my chair and looked at my life, feeling that I was of no real purpose to YHUH. I had even become more negative about a certain, ongoing situation than I ever thought I'd become. The Pity Party was now in full swing. As I sat there thinking things over, my "pity-party-self" suddenly piped up; "YHUH doesn't care about you. But look how He's taking care of So & So. LOOK! So & So even has people rallying around him, But look at how YHUH's so distant from you. You keep doing the wrong things and He's tired of it".
With a sigh, I pulled my chair closer to the desk and got back on the internet. I saw your latest article in my inbox and decided to read it. It was "Beautiful Exchange".
Thank you for writing it, Sarah, for YHUH definitely intended for me to read it, even if no one else ever did. All of the stones the enemy had heaped upon my head suddenly rolled off. Yahusha HaMoshiach intended for His Exchange to be Permanent. He didn't do it so that we would become suddenly perfect and live perfectly under our own power. He made His Exchange with us to be accomplished, by Him doing ALL of the Heavy Lifting. That is the only way His Exchange could be perfect, Everlasting, with no end ever in sight.
I tell you, Sarah, we have the most awesome, wonderful Savior/Redeemer, EVER. He tells us He will never leave us nor forsake us. He encourages us to be like little children and run into His Arms countless times each day, if we need to. He will never rebuff us. He asks us to receive Him as OUR OWN Savior and He promises He will gladly save us, for that was why He came to earth in the first place. When we receive Him as our own Savior, we then become the children of YHUH. "For as many as received Him, to them He gave the power to become the children of YHUH".
Keep writing, Sarah. Don't stop. You are a walking Epistle, a living Testament to the Power of YHUH through Moshiach Yahusha-YHUH. Even when people refuse to read the written Scriptures, He will still have them read you.
Shalom until next time.
Hugs......
Sarah, I absolutely adore you~and I am so thankful that you are obedient to the call GOD has placed on and in your life ❤️ you are a true blessing to my heart ❤️ I pray that GOD continues to use every word you put to paper 📄 and that HE blesses you beyond measure for sharing your stories with others to help make dark nights into beautiful days ☀️ ashes for beauty and you live it well ❤️ love you sister 💛