Good Friday. Today I woke with memories of Good Friday a year ago. Ten days prior I was at the Dr. complaining of some right side pain I was having. I suspected I might have a fractured rib being it was the same side that received 30 treatments of radiation for breast cancer a few years earlier. The X-ray was normal. But, when I could no longer sleep through the night or lay on my right side without pain, my Dr. quickly ordered a bone scan.
I can still remember where I was on the day my primary care Dr. called to tell me of the results of that scan. It was mid morning on a beautiful spring day. I was out walking my granddaughter who was asleep in her stroller. I answered my phone and within seconds felt like I couldn’t breathe. There I stood on the corner grasping the handles of the stroller with uncontrollable tears flooding my face. The results? My Dr. said the report read metastasis to two parts of my pelvic area. Two spots, not one, not none, but two.
Instantly I knew the seriousness of what this meant. Bone cancer would most likely move me immediately to a place of no return. But here I stood with birds chirping, a grandchild peacefully sleeping, and airline tickets to go celebrate another soon to come grandchild at his mama’s shower that weekend. So much ahead for our family. But, now I was sure I probably had little time with them all. I can never remember feeling so terrified as I did over that next week.
The shower came and went and miraculously I was able to not talk about my health or situation. I celebrated and basked in the joy that I saw on my son and his precious wife all weekend. When I visit them, I enjoy going to their church, Mercy Town, in Los Angeles. That Sunday as we were all worshipping my son got up and whispered something in his pastor’s wife’s ear. He asked her to pray for me. She did.
It was a sincere prayer for God to touch my body. It was not emotional but quiet, sweet and sincere. I hoped God would honor that sincere prayer for healing and protection. My oncologist soon got on board and ordered more tests to determine next steps.
My other son, his wife and my sweet husband laid hands on me and prayed over me too. Sincere, sweet prayers, just like the prayers on Sunday morning. Days after those prayers I lay vulnerable with my thoughts in an MRI machine that was looking for more details to what the bone scan showed. I could do nothing but go through the steps and try the best I could, to look to God in this new situation. Some moments I did well, some not so good. Still, God loved me through it. I knew that no matter what, he was with me. And I knew that no matter what the outcome, I was with Him.
The wait…You all know what waiting is like. It’s hard. It’s the meantime and it feels mean in the moment because we want the wait to be over and we want answers now. Answers did not come as quick as I’d like and I found myself waiting for days for my oncologist to get the findings back to me.
It was Friday. Good Friday. I listened for my phone to ring all day. Nothing. So I called and left a message that I would like to know the results before the weekend. I waited some more. Nothing.
The call came. It was 6:30 pm and I will never forget the day or the time of the call. It was my oncologist informing me that the MRI came back normal. Normal? What? How could it be normal when an intensive bone scan, with radioactive stuff injected into me, showed what the radiologist called metastasis? Normal?
She said that she didn’t know the answer either but that the MRI was normal. Perhaps it was a false alarm on the bone scan. I thanked her and got off the phone and fell to my knees. I thanked God. I thanked the healer. I thanked the all powerful one who gave his all for us. It was Good Friday a year ago.
In this year I was present at the birth of my grandson, present when my daughter and her husband were told they were getting a newborn foster child that they hope to adopt, celebrated three other grandchildren’s birthdays, a great nephews first birthday, renewed wedding vows for our 25th anniversary in Maui, spoke at many women’s groups and celebrated my 60th birthday, Disney style! The past year has been full, but today gives me pause. Today represents the news of healing, protection and answers to prayers. I was given time, more time. If you are breathing today, you have been given time too.
I will never know for sure what the first scan showed. But this I know, false alarm or miraculous healing, my healer was with me and Jesus touched my body. Besides the second scan being clear, after the prayers over me , all pain in my right side went away too. I was able to sleep again, laying on my favorite right side. I guess you can say, HE touched me.
What about you? Where are you today? Are you in the meantime waiting for your prayers to be answered? Are you afraid of the next things life will bring? Or are all things good but in that good place find it easy to get distracted from remembering God in all the good of normal daily life?
Today no matter where life finds us, let’s stop and return to our love relationship with Jesus. Let’s remember the sacrifice he made on the cross. Let’s find hope in what he came to do and be. Let’s personalize it, because friend, God is personally interested in you. Your life. Your cares. Your hopes. Your dreams. He is with you in…Your hurts. Your frustrations. Your tests and hardships.
Before His death on the cross, Jesus prayed for his disciples. This prayer is his heart for us all.
“I pray for them. I am not praying for the world, but for those you have given me, for they are yours, and all you have is mine…Holy Father protect them by the power of your name…My prayer is not that you take them out of the world but that you protect them from the evil one. They are not of the world, even as I am not of it. Sanctify them by the truth; your word is truth.” John 17:9,11,15
What does it mean to be sanctified by truth? In simple terms, it means to be set apart in our thinking and living by remembering what truth says, asking God to make the truth real to us and praying for grace and strength to live it out baby step by baby step.
Jesus came and died. He rose again. You know the story. But today can you remember with me that when we call on the name of Jesus, He hears, He cares, He answers. He is not on the cross, but risen with power and authority. May each of us be set apart by believing in His power and His authority over our lives. Can you speak the name of Jesus as you drive in your car today, as you busy about with your weekend plans? Can you speak it silently in your mind as you are around other people? I will do the same, for there is power in that name. Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.
Today I say “Thank You” and I am grateful. I’d like to say, I’m beyond words grateful, but I just used lots of words…. 🙂