Backseat Messages Through A Child's Hand
We got the call on the Tuesday morning. The Juravisnki Cancer Centre calling to inform us of John's treatment plan. It was to begin on the Monday, March 26th.
I had to pull over to hear the quietness of the voice at the other end of the phone. It was the whispering of the wilderness...calling out, beckoning us to surrender.
Surrender to what? To whom?
We had been anticipating this call. Waiting patiently for the doctors to tell us, finally, that John's treatment could begin.
Then why, my heart so heavy?...Because love weighs heavy.
I was thankful for the distraction of arriving at work that afternoon. A place where I could perhaps forget cancer for a few short hours. It wasn't to be. This is where I share life with some amazing women. If all told, this is not a place of "work" but of refuge, where the realness and rawness of life is embraced. Where Truth resides. So I came through the doors and I cried.
Was I beginning to embrace surrender?...Or, perhaps, was Surrender embracing me?
After work, as I was driving home I caught up to a truck in front of me. As I got closer to them I could see a sign hanging in the back window behind the driver's seat. I could only read the words "DON'T STOP." I couldn't see the last word that was written at the bottom. Something was drawing me closer. Call it nosiness or curiosity....I finally was able to see the final word. BELIEVING!
DON'T STOP BELIEVING!!
Tears welled once again, spilling over. shed this time for the awesomeness of my God. That He would show up in the backseat of a truck and use the hand of a little girl to write His message. That He would give that child the strength to hold this message up with her tiny hand long enough for me to digest the hand scrawled child words. The Holy words of God bringing forth the nourishment of peace to fill my heart and to fill John's heart with His hope.
When I asked this little girl when she wrote it and why, she shared that she had just written the sign and that she didn't know why.
I knew.
I believe that she had been used by God in a very special way. Through her, God let John and I know that He felt our burden, heard our cries and saw our tears.
He also had the answer...surrender.
Surrender to the One who has surrendered for John. For me. For YOU my friend.
Surrender to belief.
Ask and you will receive. Search and you will find. Knock, and the door will be opened for you.
Everyone who asks will receive. Everyone who searches will find. And the door will be opened for everyone who asks. Matthew 7: 7 & 8
I had to pull over to hear the quietness of the voice at the other end of the phone. It was the whispering of the wilderness...calling out, beckoning us to surrender.
Surrender to what? To whom?
We had been anticipating this call. Waiting patiently for the doctors to tell us, finally, that John's treatment could begin.
Then why, my heart so heavy?...Because love weighs heavy.
I was thankful for the distraction of arriving at work that afternoon. A place where I could perhaps forget cancer for a few short hours. It wasn't to be. This is where I share life with some amazing women. If all told, this is not a place of "work" but of refuge, where the realness and rawness of life is embraced. Where Truth resides. So I came through the doors and I cried.
Was I beginning to embrace surrender?...Or, perhaps, was Surrender embracing me?
After work, as I was driving home I caught up to a truck in front of me. As I got closer to them I could see a sign hanging in the back window behind the driver's seat. I could only read the words "DON'T STOP." I couldn't see the last word that was written at the bottom. Something was drawing me closer. Call it nosiness or curiosity....I finally was able to see the final word. BELIEVING!
DON'T STOP BELIEVING!!
Tears welled once again, spilling over. shed this time for the awesomeness of my God. That He would show up in the backseat of a truck and use the hand of a little girl to write His message. That He would give that child the strength to hold this message up with her tiny hand long enough for me to digest the hand scrawled child words. The Holy words of God bringing forth the nourishment of peace to fill my heart and to fill John's heart with His hope.
When I asked this little girl when she wrote it and why, she shared that she had just written the sign and that she didn't know why.
I knew.
I believe that she had been used by God in a very special way. Through her, God let John and I know that He felt our burden, heard our cries and saw our tears.
He also had the answer...surrender.
Surrender to the One who has surrendered for John. For me. For YOU my friend.
Surrender to belief.
Ask and you will receive. Search and you will find. Knock, and the door will be opened for you.
Everyone who asks will receive. Everyone who searches will find. And the door will be opened for everyone who asks. Matthew 7: 7 & 8
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