This space has been quiet this week. Life has been very hectic. My husband is in the middle of his busy season. His friend is staying with us to help with the work load. I have cooked up a storm to feed my two hungry, hard workers. I am thankful that I am able to serve my husband in this way.
Just one year ago, I was so ill that I could barely manage to brush my teeth. We prayed for God’s healing. I asked the elders at church to pray over me and anoint me with oil, and two brothers stood with me, laid hands on me, and lifted their hearts to God for me in faith.
Two weeks later, I learned that one of those godly men had discovered he had Leukemia.
Today, I am whole. I am walking, laughing, cooking, reading. I am living.
Today, in a hospital room just fifteen minutes from my home, my brother in Christ is fighting for his life. He has a beautiful wife and a three-year-old son. My heart breaks for them.
I have learned not to take today for granted. Today is a gift. Today is not to be squandered. Today, I must live and laugh and love with passion. Today is precious.
Why God? How am I supposed to process the pain and loss that this sweet family is experiencing? They love you so much and have served you so faithfully.
Last night, I read a story about Lysa TerKeurst in What Happens When Women Say Yes to God that provided some answers:
“We can settle in our hearts that we will choose God’s love and the pursuit of a love relationship with Him above all else, no matter what comes our way. The day my husband and I made this decision we were in the hospital with our middle daughter, who was six weeks old. She had seemed a perfectly healthy baby until an allergic reaction to the protein in my breast milk landed us in the intensive care unit. The doctors told us on the fourth day of our visit that Ashley needed emergency surgery, and they did not expect her to survive. They gave us five minutes to tell our baby goodbye.
My heart was shattered. I so desperately wanted to scoop her up and run out of the hospital. I wanted to somehow breathe my life into hers. I wanted to take her place. I could handle my own death so much easier than the death of my child. Art prayed over Ashley, we both said our goodbyes, and then with tears streaming down our faces, we let her go.
Art took me outside to the hospital parking lot, where I collapsed into his arms. He gently cupped my face in his hands and reminded me that Ashley was God’s child to give and His to take back. ‘Lysa, God loves Ashley even more than we do,’ he gently told me. ‘We must trust His plan.’
Art then asked me to do something, and it changed my whole perspective on my relationship with God: ‘We have to get it settled in our hearts that we will love God no matter the outcome of Ashley’s surgery,’ he said.”
Lysa’s precious bundle lived. But, if she had not, Lysa had surrendered her to God.
I don’t know what tomorrow will hold. Will my friend be miraculously healed and restored to his family? This is my prayer. But, my heart will remain lifted to God in surrender no matter what the outcome. God holds my tomorrow. He holds my friends. He holds my very life.
I will trust God with my yesterday, my today, and my tomorrow.
“There’s far more to this life than trusting in Christ.
There’s also suffering for Him.
And the suffering is as much a gift as the trusting.”
Philippians 1:29, MSG
Q4U: Do you ever question “why God?” What have you learned about surrender on your journey with Him? How do you stay wholly committed and say “yes” to God?
When you lift your heart to Him today, would you please pray for God to be near to the Gordon family as they wait and hope and surrender.
If you have a prayer need, feel free to share it in the comments or e-mail me at 3dlessons4life at gmail dot com. It would be my honor to pray for you.
My one-word focus for the year is “fruitilicious.” Find out what that means here.