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| photo credit: Dean Williams 2012 |
It was the morning of my surgery for cancer. This time, it was a second go-round. This time, it was two different cancers in the same location. This time, all the prayers leading up to surgery seemed to lose their power. All I could feel was fear! Why weren’t the prayers from the fellowship working? Immediately, I looked to God.
Meanwhile, my body suffered its own earthquakes as I
continued to shake on that hospital bed. The shaking wouldn’t stop. What’s wrong? I can’t be that scared, right
Lord? The hospital assistant saw how “cold” I was and kindly brought me a
blanket and hot pad for my feet. I guess
I am scared, Lord.
“It’s almost our time to go up,” he said as his finger pointed in that direction. I hoped he wasn’t being prophetic. He left me alone for a little bit. Good! I needed more time to find the faith that up to now seemed to elude me.
“Lord,” I prayed, “if you are willing, please send my mother
to visit me”. Although mom had passed months earlier, I remembered that God was
the God of the living, not of the dead (Matt. 22:32). And, since mom was a
Christian, I knew she was not dead, just sleeping (Matt. 9:24).
Suddenly, I felt a “wind” blow into my body (John 3:8). I
looked around to see where the “wind” had come from and realized that I was
looking around my hospital room through my mother’s eyes!
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