God's favor.
I heard the conversation through the window this afternoon.
Chris had come home from work to meet the guy fixing our internet line that had just been busted when they were prepping for concrete a few days ago.
“…Yeah we have only been here about a month,” Chris was telling the guy.
“What!? And you have a pool in?” The guy was shocked, “how in the world…”
“It’s definitely God’s favor that’s for sure,” Chris answered his question before the guy had even finished.
God’s favor.
I laid there emotionally exhausted and feeling the heaviness of the week upon me.
One week ago I got the surprise phone call they were scheduling Brady to wear a heart monitor because the function had decreased between visits. A day later his foot pain intensified to an extreme level.
Now, seven days later, here I sit. In the MRI waiting room while he is back getting two hours worth of pictures to try to narrow down what is going on.
Option one. Fractures in each foot with the right being more severe than the left.
Option two. Relapse. It seems far fetched since he just had a one in a million cell biopsy only a few weeks ago that was clear and even his labs from Monday look perfect. But bone pain is an indicator of something potentially brewing in his marrow.
Option three. The cancer has moved to his bones. I can’t even with this one. It’s just too heavy to carry right now.
“It’s God’s favor,” Chris’s words keep ringing through my head. It’s hard to fathom it in this moment because the weight feels so heavy, but it is so true. In the midst of this battle we have always felt God’s love and presence surrounding us. Today is no different.
I sit here in this waiting room not even sure what to pray for other than please Lord no cancer. So I guess that leaves me asking that both of his feet are fractured to some extent. I’m asking that he miss out on the start of his soccer season so that his life can be extended. I’m asking that he commands every cell in Brady’s body to be in alignment with His will. I’m asking for healing to wash over this boy. He hasn’t felt well in a couple days and it shows.
I’m sitting here and I think of Paul and Silas trapped in the midst of the prison walls. No way out. Feet chained to the floor. Beaten. Tortured. No peace in that place and no hope on the horizon.
So they praised. Confined in that place with no one to save them, they sang songs of worship.
God’s favor.
It may not have looked like it in that moment. Bloody and beaten. But it was all around them.
God’s favor had gotten them through so much. Gods favor allowed them to continue living to share the Gospel with the world. God’s favor poured out to make a way for them to reach many. God’s favor was about to make a way, again.
In times like this, when we are bloody and beaten, it is hard to see the light in all of it. It is hard to see the way out. It is hard to see the point. It is hard…
But God’s favor abounds for those who love him.
We have no idea what to expect from all of this. We brace for the worst but pray for the best. But at the end of the day, we hand it over to the only one who truly holds it all.
Tonight we will continue to praise the One who has poured His favor out more than we could have ever asked for. We sing hallelujah to the One who holds the world in the palm of his hand.
And we wait, praying the prison walls come crumbling down…
Shields up.
Swords out.
Singing everyday,
Kristin
“About midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening to them. Suddenly there was such a violent earthquake that the foundations of the prison were shaken. At once all the prison doors flew open, and everyone’s chains came loose.”
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