Post by Katy
The word tumor took my breath away.
Even through two months of watching the little bump on Elijah’s head grow, that word never once invaded my thoughts. But there I stood, with my 5-month old son and a doctor looking at me with those words, It’s a tumor. We’ll have to remove it.
Why do words you never want to hear stick with you for a lifetime?
Two weeks later I handed my son over to the nurse with one last kiss. One last prayer. One last, I love you. Luke and I walked hand in hand down the hall. I stared at the floor choking back tears. Be strong, I whispered in my head. Tears won’t help now.
Those two weeks between the diagnosis and surgery gave us plenty of time to think, to wonder, to ask … Why does he have to go through this? Did we do something wrong?
We prayed like we’ve never prayed before. We begged. We pleaded. Please God heal him. Please God let this be benign. Please protect him. Bring him through this.
Luke and I sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch, every few minutes asking each other, “You okay?” We felt helpless. We begged God for mercy.
Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will mount up with wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint.” Isaiah 40:31 (NIV)
Doctors expected a 4-hour surgery, so when they met us in the waiting room just 2 1/2 hours later it caught us by surprise. Benign. He said the word, benign. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry or scream Hallelujah! My son’s going to be okay!!!
Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Jesus.
God filled the days following surgery with grace like only He provides. This happy boy never needed pain medicine. He recovered like a champ, and fittingly his name means “spiritual champion.”
I tell you this story because that baby turns 8-years old this month.
And I believe in the power of remembering God’s blessings.
… Let it remind you always to recite this teaching of the Lord: ‘With a strong hand, the Lord rescued you from Egypt.'” Exodus 13:9 (NLT)
When God freed the Israelites from Egypt He told them to celebrate their escape every year. God called the annual festival a “visible sign … like a mark branded” on their hands or foreheads.
The same God who led the Israelites out of Egypt called us out of darkness and into His marvelous light.
But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light.” 1 Peter 2:9 (NIV)
Has God freed you or rescued you from something? Answered a prayer? Heard a cry of your heart? Declare His praises!
Today, take a minute and remember. Remember God’s past faithfulness.
It may be something as simple as God giving you a happy baby when all the other kids need baths and you’re running solo. Celebrate it!
Or maybe a tank of gas lasted miles and miles longer than it ever should have. Celebrate it!
Maybe you asked for a last-minute baby sitter and God provided. Celebrate it!
Maybe you’re whole world fell apart and God pieced (or is just starting to piece) it back together with His gentle, patience hand. Celebrate it!
The further we travel from the moment God’s strong hand so intimately connects to our little lives, the easier it becomes to grumble. Complain. Doubt. (See the book of Exodus!)
Choose to remember God’s faithfulness. And let God’s past faithfulness lead you to a future built on His promises.
Will you share something you’re celebrating today? Leave a Comment!
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