My prayer journal laid across my lap, my hands pressed the tattered pages. My fingers traced the first eight names on the page. Each of them have cancer, six of my sisters, breast cancer.
I leaned my head against the soft cushion, my heart heavy. "Lord are you hearing my prayers? Am I praying the right way? I lift these precious people up to you everyday, but I'm not sure you are hearing me."
In the stillness of the morning light, two birds chirped across the yard. They seemed to be saying, "good morning, why are you sad?"
As my eyes glanced at the first name on the list, I remembered her circumstances. She wasn't able to have a mammogram at her regular time. She had it two and a half months later. They would not have found the spot, so tiny even the radiologist had trouble seeing it. That was you, wasn't it Lord.
And then the second name on my list. She had surgery, almost died from the Chemo. Spent a week thinking her husband was the doctor. Later, after surgery, finding another lump which was also milignant. She is now finishing her "last round of chemo", and there's no sign of cancer anywhere in her body. That was you too, wasn't it Lord.
The third name on the list said to me last week. "This cancer is a blessing." I couldn't believe my ears. "Why", I said.
Because, she continued, "I'm going to meet lots of new doctors and nurses I can testify to about the wonderful love of Jesus."
That was you too, wasn't it Lord.