I have a very long list of desperately hurting people in my life right now.
It’s too long.
*The 8-year-old (?) daughter of friends, adopted from Russia, loved by many… was found to have a brain tumor the size of a kiwi. It’s been removed and she is in recovery.
*The 11-year-old (?) daughter of friends has had a heart condition requiring heart surgeries throughout her life. She recently had cardiac arrest… leading to her death and revival. She went 8-10 minutes without blood flow and the prognosis is moderate to severe brain damage. She didn’t know her own parents. She happens to be two doors down from the above friends.
*The 6-year-old son of dear friends and writing buddy was diagnosed with epilepsy. He had part of his brain removed as a last-effort attempt to end the seizures. All was going really well with his recovery… a couple of months seizure free. Then they started again. Worse. He recently had a twenty-nine minute long seizure. TWENTY-NINE MINUTES!
*Another friend had a miscarriage at eleven weeks.
*A friend of ours, serving in Cambodia, doing AMAZING things for the people, for children, for God’s glory… was falsely accused and is in prison. Yet, when I read his posts (when he’s able to post) I feel like I’m reading PAUL’S writings… because God is radically at work, now, both within and outside of the prison! Our friend has NOT let the enemy defeat him, even with false accusations bearing serious consequence. If they don’t release him soon, they are going to have a complete inmate conversion and revival on their hands…
*A sweet and dear friend and sister to me just recently learned that at her 20-week ultra sound, that her baby has an issue with her lung development. The prognosis is death, anytime between now and within one hour of her birth.
*A BFA teacher was rock climbing on Saturday and fell. After an emergency twelve-hour surgery, she still felt nothing in her legs or feet.
It seems like every day I find out about a new one. I wake up… check in and weep… either from joy or pain over their situations. I pray constantly. And yet the prognosis is hopelessness. Imminent fatality.
And I say, “God! WHAT’S UP?!” while preparing myself for the bad news. The final news. Preparing myself for the worst case scenarios. These kids die. Or get worse. Or stay in prison for life. Or never walk again.
Today, He spoke.
She can move her knees.
She recognized her parents. And fought to get up.
The tumor was benign.
He’s a flame, burning down a prison with God’s light. Inmates turning to Jesus, waking up singing “Amazing Grace.”
They have peace.
God is UP.
I was humbly jolted this morning to realize how fatalistic I’ve been. How prepared to walk through the worst while praying for the best. Struggling to believe that God would act in healing and freeing. Because sometimes He doesn’t. And I haven’t figured out the equation for how and why and when… so I hang my head, defeated for my friends, weeping for their pain, praying for mercy.
And He smiles at my small faith. Smaller-than-a-mustard-seed faith. And He moves anyway. He doesn’t need me or my faith to move.
He reminded me to hope for the BEST! To pray for miracles and believe Him for them. What’s a prognosis to Him? An opportunity to show Himself. To work His glory. He IS the Healer. He IS the Ever-Present Help in times of trouble. He is the giver of all that we need. He IS our peace.
1% chance? BAH! “Watch this,” He says.
Oh me, of little faith. To resolve things to be as they seem. To succumb to what my eyes can see and my ears can hear, forgetting that God is more than able. Loving. Moving on our behalf, always. Okay, it doesn’t always come the way we hope or when we want it… but it comes. His healing comes, and with it, everything we need to stand up under it.
So today I’m believing for them. I’m believing that the sliver of tumor left will be GONE, her eyes and vision will be restored to their perfect health, and she will be healed.
I’m believing that her heart will be healed. That her memory will be restored. That she will recover more quickly than anyone thinks possible.
I’m believing that the peace and joy that transcends all understanding will fall on this mourning mama and, in His way, this “lost” life will be restored.
I’m believing that he is going to be SEIZURE FREE!
I’m believing that Cambodia will come to know Jesus through a slandered missionary in a prison cell.
I’m believing that she will LIVE. That her lungs will grow, her body correct itself, and a miracle story will change hearts and minds forever.
And I’m believing that she will walk again… and soon.
Will these all happen? Only God knows. But the point is… with Him, THEY ARE POSSIBLE! And I had written them ALL off. But they are possible. They are. Because in Christ, ALL things are possible.
And I’m believing the impossible things in my own life as well. The money that has to be raised to continue serving here. The tax bills of friends around me. The insurmountable challenges in parenting. The best is possible in each one.
And in each of yours.