I’ve noticed an interesting thing. About 5 weeks ago we had the shrubs trimmed in front of our house. When the guys were done with the trimming all that was left were some spindly looking sticks poking up out of the ground. I’m not kidding. The guys who did the trimming said it would grow back, but it would probably take a year to a year and a half. When I walked outside this morning it’s amazing the way these things are growing in. In just a couple of weeks they’ve gone from nothing to greening up all over. We’ve been studying the bible and praying so much that healing is busting out all over our property! Our bushes are growing like crazy.
Before Sis woke up this morning I went and had all the hair shaved off of my head. We look just alike.
The new "look"We decided that it would be best if I cut her hair off. It was coming out by the handful. We went out on the deck, I got the scissors and away we went. The hair started flying. I think at first Sis was still a little concerned about fashion, but when I told her that she was starting to remind me of my grandpa she relaxed. When it was all done we looked down at the hair on the deck. It looked like we had skinned a cat.
Day 28
We went to church this morning. Before I could even find a seat Sis was up testifyin’. I can see she’s gonna have a lot to say.
I can sense that God is doing new things with Sis and I. Every day we learn something new, surprising, and significant.
We’re in a fight, but we’ve always been in one whether we realized it or not. The devil
“ ... cometh not but, for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy.” (John 10:10) “Every good gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning” (James 1:17).
God=good, devil=bad.
When we were first hit with one devastating diagnosis after another we were pushed right to the brink of giving up. I recognize this now as a pattern, a tactic of the devil, the destroyer. He wants us to quit. He hates us. He wants us gone from here; out of his way, and he doesn’t care if we go to Heaven or hell, just as long as we’re out of the way.
We hung on through that near crushing darkness with all the strength we had, and at times it was barely enough, but at the last possible second before caving in there would be a glimpse of hope; a glimmer of light; a moment of absolute truth ... and we’d keep moving ahead ... that’s God.
In the beginning I was nearly overwhelmed with grief and sorrow. Unless you’ve stood in that place you’ll never understand the blackness of it ... I never did. In studying healing from the bible, one of my favorite passages in Isaiah starts like this, “Surely He hath borne our griefs and our sorrows...” (Isaiah 53;4). I’ve finally realized that I’m just as delivered from grief and sorrow as I am from sin, sickness, and disease.
If anyone ever comes to me with news that they’re in a fight like the one Sis and I are in I’ll never say, “I’m sorry”, I’ll say, “Let’s pray, God is the healer, and He wants you healed.”
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