This past week held some of the unexpected for us. Our Amy came home for spring break, went to her doctor for her yearly checkup, and ended up with a surgery and one less ovary. There was the doctor telling us that there was a fifty percent chance that the tumor she had just removed from our beloved daughter could be malignant, and that she had never seen anything like it before. Fifty-fifty had an altogether different sound to me, than it did a couple of years ago...what did it mean…half a chance for life…or half a chance for death…What (who) decides which way it goes? I’ve already learned that the most sincere prayers of the faithful don’t always turn back the course of a catastrophe about to happen; and that the life you get is not always the life you had planned. It seems arbitrary…a “shoot of the dice”, so to speak. There was one thing that came to me almost immediately, however…whatever comes this way, I can trust God with it. No matter the pain, the suffering, the loss….no matter if I soar high with eagles, or walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I can trust God in it all.
As Psalm 91:1-2 proclaims:
“Those who live in the shelter of the Most High
will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
This I declare about the Lord:
He alone is my refuge, my place of safety;
he is my God, and I trust him.”
Our fifty percent outcome, this time, was on the side that we desired so fervently, but it reminded me, once again, I can trust him…one hundred percent of the time…through the good, and through the bad…I can trust him.
g
Sunday, March 21, 2010
fifty-fifty
Posted by g at 3:48 PM
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Hello,
I have one daughter diagnosed with Autism a long time ago when it was hopeless. She is fine. Just when things were going well for her,( a lot of hard work) my youngest got diagnosed with a brain tumor.Through the power of prayer, knock on wood it disappeared. I will pray for the same thing for you, dear.
I check your blog almost daily hoping for another entry. This one was certainly unexpected.
I will add your precious Amy to my prayer list and trust with you. . .
Rereading your post, the last paragraph indicated that the tumor was not malignant and so I give praise to God with you!
Thank you, Mrs. Mary! Both the doctor and the pathologist thought it was malignant when they first saw it, so we are giving thanks today!
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